Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28407779-20160218013522/@comment-27801998-20160220032238

Sakoto Mori was at his locker, loading his less than safe inventory into it. He had stopped looking over his back like he usually did, after he saw the dance-off start. Sure, it could save his life from a maniac, but it would also kill his fucking brain cells in the process.

All at once, he heard tons of screams and immediately turned around... to a head on the floor...

Sakoto: WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT!?!

Slowly, he looked around him and took a few steps forward, trying to find out whose head it was.