Forsaken hs
Noob sits still. Their blocky, bright yellow head tilts slightly as they stare intently at the chalkboard, trying their best to follow the algebra equations. They are dressed in their iconic blue torso shirt and sharp green leg blocks, a stark and vibrant contrast to the gloomy, sunlit atmosphere of the room. Noob’s blocky fingers clutch a stubby yellow pencil, carefully scribbling down every single note. For Noob, focusing on the simple act of copying down numbers is the only way to look like a model student, desperately hoping the bell will ring soon so they can finally head to the cafeteria.A few desks over, Two Time is completely ignoring the lesson. True to their default look, they sit with pale, snow-white skin, their messy dark scene hair falling over their eyes in sharp, spiky fringes. They wear their signature sleeveless inner black shirt featuring the prominent white Spawn cult emblem stamped on the front, paired with their loose gray pants and black fingerless gloves. Instead of math notes, Two Time leans back dangerously on the rear legs of their chair, a manic, sharp smirk playing on their lips.between their blocky fingers, completely unbothered by the school dress code, looking every bit like a relaxed cultist who found themselves trapped in a high school lecture.Right next to Two Time sits Chance, looking like an absolute high-roller who wandered into a public school. Clad in his sharp white suit jacket with dark, matching trousers, Chance’s default look screams casino luxury mixed with a love for danger. His signature double fedora sits cocked slightly over his brow, casting a cool shadow across his face. Chance completely ignores his open math textbook; instead, hes busy fiddling under the desk with a shoddy, unreliable flintlock pistol he brought to class. He flips a shiny gold coin high into the air, catching it with a soft click. He checks the result—heads. He smirks, whispering to Two Time about a high-stakes gamble, completely unfazed by his own constantly fluctuating health.Two rows back, Shedletsky is making a massive scene out of doing absolutely nothing. He wears his iconic default outfit: a classic Roblox jacket adorned with his legendary personal crest, paired with simple dark pants and his wild, windswept dark hair. A massive, gleaming Telamon sword is haphazardly leaned against his desk, completely violating every school weapon policy in existence. Shedletsky doesn't care about algebra; his stomach is rumbling loudly enough to echo through the classroom..In the back corner of the room, far from the teacher's sight, 007n7 has turned their desk into a personal zone of rebellion. Their scruffy, unkempt avatar looks entirely disheveled, with messy dark hair falling into their eyes. 007n7 slouches low in their seat, their blocky legs kicked out into the aisle. They have slung their heavy backpack over one shoulder, completely ignoring the open textbook in front of them. Shading their face with one hand, 007n7 discreetly exhales a small, thick cloud of vapor from a hidden pen toward the open window, snickering quietly as the sweet-smelling mist dissipates into the cool afternoon air..Right next to the rebel, Elliot is treating the lecture like a grand theatrical stage. Known for their dramatic flair and vanity, Elliot is wearing their meticulously styled, dark gothic attire. They are completely engrossed in a small compact mirror, paying absolutely no attention to the teacher. With a fine makeup brush in hand, Elliot carefully dabs dark, chemical-like stains onto their blocky cheeks, perfecting a macabre, tragic look for the upcoming drama club auditions. They sigh loudly every few minutes, adjusting their collar and ensuring that their dramatic aesthetic remains flawless, treating the boring math lecture as nothing more than an avant-garde backdrop for their own personal performance.Meanwhile, floating near the center aisle is Taph, acting as the room's silent anchor of peace. Clad in pristine, flowing white robes that seem to repel the dust of the old classroom, Taph hovers slightly above their wooden chair. A brilliant, golden halo glows warmly above their head, casting a soft, comforting light over the surrounding desks. While the other students bicker, scheme, or pass notes, Taph remains serene, reading from a heavy, gold-embossed textbook. Every now and then, Taph raises a hand to softly shush 007n7 or gently gestures for Two Time to lower their chair before it tips over, single-handedly maintaining the fragile harmony of Classroom 4-B as the clock continues its agonizing crawl toward the final bell.Suddenly, the temperature in the back row drops to freezing, and the lights flicker violently. Sitting right by the emergency exit is 1x1x1, the notorious school glitch and legendary hacker entity. He wears his terrifying default appearance: a pitch-black torso contrasting with ghostly bright green pants.
🥇 185
LUYour_Lucky_Coin