Mr. Baldi entered the school.

His pace was fast as he hurried down to the cafeteria. He listened to the music that steadily grew louder each step he took. Mr. Baldi threw open the doors, looking around.

Students were laughing and eating on the sidelines, some dancing. The Principal was no where to be seen. The Math Teacher looked around, before edging into the dancing crowd. He was shoved a few times, causing him to stumble. Fuck, I can't find Sweepell or Prince like this.

His breath hitched when he saw the Principal. He was standing besides a few teachers, talking to them. The Math Teacher pushes through, however Arts and Crafters approaches him. "Mr. Baldi!" He squeaked. "Prince told us you weren't coming!"

"Schedule changes." Mr. Baldi replied quickly. "Crafters, where's Sweepell?"

"The broom? Oh, he's off cleaning somewhere. The Bully followed him, though, saying that he needed to collect some notebooks?" Arts and Crafters would have shrugged if he wasn't a sock. "I don't know what those two are doing."

Mr. Baldi's breath hitched, and he pushed past Arts and Crafters to make it to the door. Damnit, What is that broom doing? Then, someone grabbed him.

Mr. Baldi yelped and turned sharply. "Calm down, Mr. Baldi!" The Principal yanked his hand back. "I'm just asking if you needed something? You said you weren't going to come to the pep rally."

"I-I had a change in mind. Can you-"

"That's great! Let's go dance!" The Principal dragged Mr. Baldi away to the center of the cafeteria. Mr. Baldi groaned inwardly, following. He placed a hand on The Principal's waist, deciding to give him a quick dance.

The Principal placed a hand on Mr. Baldi's shoulder, glancing at him. "Baldimore, I... wanted to apologize." He murmurs.

"Apologize?" This caught the Math Teacher Off Guard. "What do you mean?"

"For my... behavior. Recently, at least." The Principal Mumbled. "I shouldn't have given you that choice, let alone allow Filename2 to beat Sweepell and force an action on him. Filename2 told me what happened and acknowledged what he did wasn't right." The Principal Added. "We both deserve to apologize."

Mr. Baldi sighed softly. "Thank you, but you do owe Sweepell an apology."

"Correct, though Filename2 told me to wait. He left the building and told me that we both would apologize when he gets back. I don't know where he went or what he's playing at." The Principal Allowed Mr. Baldi to twirl him, pressing his back against the Math Teacher's chest. "Where is Sweepell?"

"The sock puppet told me he left the cafeteria. Speaking of that-"

A young student ran up to them, crying. This was Player's best friend, Friend. No one knows this kid's name. He goes to eating practice so many times, I'm surprised he's not as fat as the Bully. The bald male thought. "What's wrong?" The Principal kneeled to get to Friend's level, who sniffles and rubbed his eyes.

"P-Playtime's gone! I don't know where she I-is!" He whimpered.

Mr. Baldi's stomach sank. "We'll find her, no worries." The Principal responds cheerfully. "Go get yourself a cookie from the snack bar." After Friend left, the Principal straightened and glanced at Mr. Baldi.

"I... have a sick feeling of where she may be." Mr. Baldi stammered, before grabbing The Principal's wrist and dragging him to the cafeteria's doors. "You stay here and keep the pep rally up." Mr. Baldi ordered. "I'll find Playtime."

The Principal looked a bit upset. "Why do you want to go alone? Shouldn't I help?"

"It's better if you stay here!" Mr. Baldi shoves the Principal gently into the cafeteria further, closing the doors. He rushed down the halls, looking around. Damnit, damnit, damnit....

He heard crying.
Playtime.

Mr. Baldi bolted towards the noise. There, he saw The Bully looming over the poor young girl, his eyes narrowed. Sweep was nearby, as a broom though, so it was impossible to tell what Sweep was feeling. "Sweep! Bully! What do you think you're doing!" Shouted Mr. Baldi.

The Bully yanked himself up, glaring at Mr. Baldi. He remembered Sweep telling him, The Bully hates your guts. He wants you to suffer. Mr. Baldi had to be careful.

"What does it look like, Mr. Baldi." The Bully Growled. "Helping her."

"Why are you three out of the pep rally?" Mr. Baldi growled.

Playtime spoke up. "Mr. S-Sweep told me that my jump rope was out here! I followed him and B-Bully hit me!"

Mr. Baldi tried to stay calm. "That's enough. Clearly your jump rope isn't here, go back to the pep rally."

"I think not, Mr. Baldi." Hearing Sweep say his name filled with hatred and venom made Mr. Baldi shiver slightly. "We have a little bargain to create first." Sweep was no longer a broom, his broken arm was now a bit better. At least he didn't need the cast.

"Sweep, Prince and Filename2-"

"Ruined everything." The former broom spat. "They care little about me, let's see how much they care about one of their students." Playtime quivered with fear. "Where are they."

Mr. Baldi growled. "They're not coming. Your anger should be at me, not this young child. She did nothing wrong."

Sweep's eyes glittered with rage, while the Bully spoke. "This isn't about you, Mr. Baldi. This is nothing about Playtime, but we can all agree that this is something that must be done."

"Give up. They're not coming."

"What's going on?"

Mr. Baldi groaned when he heard the Principal's voice. The Principal was standing with his arms crossed, Arts and Crafters standing behind him with fear. "Why does the Bully have a gun?"

He never saw the black pistol the Bully held.
"Put the gun down, Bully." Arts and Crafters whispered.

"You don't tell me what to do!" Shouted The Bully, pointing the gun at Arts and Crafters, who squeaked and hid behind the Principal. "You're all dead by the time I'm finished with you. Only Sweepell has a brain to decide the right side to me on!" Saliva dripped from the Bully's mouth as he spat. "So only he will survive!"

"What is your problem?" Mr. Baldi growled. "You were never apart of this!"

The Bully's eyes gleamed. "You're all nothing." He States, ignoring Mr. Baldi's words. "You're all never supposed to be born. Sweep was beaten because of you, Mr. Baldi, Sweep was heartbroken by you, Principal." Mr. Baldi saw Sweep stiffen with anger. "You all tortured him long enough!"

"You're manipulating his thoughts." The Principal objected. "We all regret our actions. We can't take them back, but I promise to treat you better, more than a friend, Sweepell." The Principal offered his hand.

"I'm sorry."

BANG

A cry of pain escapes the Principal's lips when the Bully shot his hand. He snatched it back, embracing it in pain. Arts and Crafters yelped and tried to help him stop the bleeding.

Mr. Baldi stiffened. "What the Hell? He was apologizing! Isn't that what you want!"

"I want you all dead."

The Bully points the gun at Playtime. "Starting with you."

"You said no one would get hurt." Sweep's voice broke through. Mr. Baldi turned to see the former broom staring in horror. "Let alone killed. It was supposed to be an empty threat."

The Bully turned on Sweep, trying to loom over the taller male. "You shut up! Listen to yourself, you want to help the people who ruined your life! Do you want to allow them to walk away knowing that they can take something away from you without getting something back?"

"N-No, But Playtime has nothing to do with this!"

The Bully snarled. "She did everything! This whole school hates you! Everyone hates your miserable, stupid guts. But I like you. I respect you, and I want to help you!"

"He just wants you to think he's on your side when he's not." Snapped Mr. Baldi. "Can't you see it, Sweepell? He's using you!"

"Silence!"

The Bully points the gun at Mr. Baldi. "You have no say in this! Sweepell, it's now or never, get your revenge on these pathetic people!"

Sweep fell silent. The Bully offers the gun. "To help you, you can start with him." He points at the Principal, who gasped faintly.

Sweep glanced at the Principal, then took the gun. No.

No.

No.

Mr. Baldi's thoughts clashed together as Sweep points the gun at his boss, who stepped back. There's no way he  could outrun the bullet. There's no way he's going to survive-

"Sweepell?" Filename2's voice broke the Math Teacher's thoughts.

Sweep turned a sharp angle, staring at Filename2. Filename2 was standing behind them, staring with a shocked look. He held white roses in a green vase, with a card and small wrapped present. Mr. Baldi couldn't help but feel a bit proud that Filename2 went out of his way to do that. Especially finding Sweepell's favorite colors.

"Is this a wrong time?" Filename2 said awkwardly.

"Shoot him!" The Bully screeched. "Kill him, now!"

"What do you want?" Sweep's voice roughened as he stared at Filename2, ignoring the Bully.

Filename2 took a deep breath. "I regret everything. I done so many things to you that you never deserved. I was confused about my feelings towards you, but now I realize that... I love you. A lot." Filename2 glanced at the ground. "Presents and words don't cover everything, but I want to try again, and this time, I'll treat you better. You would never be in pain again." He swallows slightly. "So..."

Sweep looked like he was about to cry, his red eyes gleaming happily. "I-... Yes.. I couldn't stop thinking of you when I stayed with Baldimore. I-I love you too..."

The Principal sighed happily, and the Math teacher smiled slightly. The Bully did not look pleased, and went for the gun Sweep held. "Give me that!" The Bully roared. "If you're not helping me, then you're dead meat!"

Out of panic, Sweep yanked himself back. The Bully was much more heavier than expected, and Mr. Baldi found himself grabbing The Bully's arm to prevent him from reaching Sweep. The Bully snarled and turned on Mr. Baldi, grabbing his throat. The Principal released a sharp cry as the Bully Strangled Mr. Baldi.

Everything started to tint black, and Mr. Baldi struggles to make the Bully Release his throat. A sharp cry escaped Playtime as the two crashed into her. Mr. Baldi felt dizzy. No! He felt Playtime squirming, trying to escape the heavy weight of the two. Mr. Baldi was taller, but the Bully was bigger in size, and much heavier. Mr. Baldi felt his eyes start to close as a wave of darkness flooded over him-

BANG

The Bully spluttered, releasing a pained screech as he yanked himself away from Mr. Baldi's throat. The Math teacher quickly rolled off Playtime, checking her. Sweep had shot The Bully's leg. The Bully looked furious, releasing strangled cry and grabbing the former broom's vest, yanking him down. Sweep yelped and tried to keep the gun away from the Bully, using his height as an advantage. The Bully released a snarl and grabbed the former broom's neck, bringing him down and cracking his head against the wall. That made Sweep release the gun and crumble to the ground, Filename2 at his side in an instant.

"You're all dead! You're all dead!" The Bully turned the gun to Sweep. "Starting with you traitor-"

Blood sprayed out from his gut. Scarlet liquid dripped out of his mouth as he looked down, seeing a ruler impaling him. He fell to his knees, gurgling as he dropped the gun. The Principal was behind the Bully, covered in his blood. He stepped back, his eyes watering. Mr. Baldi grabbed the horrified Principal, pulling him close as The Bully gave one last twitch, glared up at The Principal with so much hate and venom in his eyes, uttering "You will die, Principal Thing. I will kill you with my bare hands." Then, the life fades from his eyes.

Mr. Baldi stared, his jaw clenched as he held the Principal closer.

It's over.