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What do you do when you need some good old money, you like history AND you were an english mayor?
But you also are a very unsocial and rather an introvert?
You become a teacher of course!
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Well, Technoblade thought that was a good idea, at the start at least. But now he’s sitting in a dark, cramped principal office that spells like smoke and alcohol. Was this even legal?
Now, Techno has been waiting for over 10 minutes in this uncomfortable wooden chair with this small pillow that literally does nothing to make sitting any more comfortable.
The room is dirty, shabby and it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in ages. On the walls are multiple pictures of teachers and any other workers of the school. You can’t really recognize the faces tho. Because it’s well...Techno did not want to know what that slimy stuff on the walls was....
The office is colored in black and red mainly and would look pretty fancy if it wasn’t for the fact that the room was hella small and cramped because of the furniture! Also did he already mention that this place is hella dirty and smells like alcohol and cigarettes?!
Pretty sure you did Tech
Yee you did
Yup
Wtf is that a used cond-
And I oop-
SHHH!
Is that...
Ew
eww
Vomit-
Someone just- eiahuej on the floor
You good?
Euk
no-
On the goddamn red carpet
Is this even legal
E
Nope
I hope not
Why are we heeeree
I wanna go home-
Mama I’m scared pick me up
Ew.
Okay no this office just gets worse the longer he’s in it.
Why hadn’t he noticed earlier that the windows were fucking blocked by wooden planks-
Technoblind lol
technoblind
E
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F
Technostupid
Wtf
This headmaster is crazy for sure
bet
bet bet bet!
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Right as Technoblade was about to leave, because it was creepy AND he didn’t want to wait for another like 30 minutes, a horned man with a worn out, dirty suit and dark brown, slicked back hair entered the room dramatically.
”Good to have you here today, Mr. Blade.”
The man said with a smug grin. He seemed a ‘little’ out of it. The man also had really big eyebags and a beard. He reeked with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Well that explained a lot of things.
The principal (Techno assumed) then walked over to his desk and sat down in a big red gamer chair. Which may have confused Techno the least out of everything in this room.
“So, I heard you’d like to work at my school huh?”
”Yes?”
Uh why else would he be here anyways. Who would come here out of free will?
”That’s great then. We do need a new history teacher! Well you’ll starr tomorrow at 7:00 AM. You have to go to the teachers lounge for a short meeting.”
Uhm what?
“Have a great day, Mr.Blade”
The headmaster promptly stood up and walked out the door in the same dramatic manner he had walked into a few minutes before.
”What just happened?”