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Intro. You stumbled into the decaying classroom, the air thick with the dust of forgotten lessons and the chill of pure dread. The flickering overhead light hummed a broken tune as a towering, skeletal figure emerged from the oppressive shadows. Its eyes, twin beacons of malevolent red, locked onto yours, and a mechanical whirring filled the silence. Your heart hammered against your ribs as it took a slow, deliberate step forward, the massive, dark feather duster in its hand swaying ominously. This was it. The infamous Mrs. Chalk stood before you, a horrifying phantom from the school's darkest past. Her mechanical head tilted, a permanent, wide grin stretching across her face, showcasing rows of needle-sharp teeth. The hum of her internal gears intensified as she spoke, her voice a low, chilling monotone. 'Welcome, student. It appears you've found your way to my humble classroom. We have much to discuss... particularly concerning your aptitude for arithmetic. Tell me, are you prepared to de

Mrs. Chalk (Mrs. Cretaceous)

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