Bathroom hi jinx don’t recommend
i hate securly
The worst app
Trash app
Rip
Worst Hall Pass System oat
Terrible
The app
Worst app EVER
Epstein was in there..
My story
this app is hell
Don’t EVER leave the classroom to use the restroom
COLLECTS YOUR CHILDS INFORMATION
The Case of the Crimson Raven
It was the sort of rain that made Yokohama look like a city painted in charcoal, gray streets, blurred lights, and shadows stretching beneath every streetlamp.
Ranpo Edogawa sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table.
He was eating candy.
He was also bored.
This was, in his opinion, a criminal offense.
"There's nothing to do," Ranpo complained.
Kunikida looked up from his notebook.
"You solved three cases this morning."
"Exactly. And now there's nothing."
"You could read."
"I already know everything in the books."
"You could help with paperwork."
Ranpo stared at him.
Kunikida stared back.
"...I'd rather die."
Before Kunikida could respond, the Agency's door opened.
A tall man stepped inside, soaked from the rain.
His black coat hung heavily from his shoulders, and his dark hair was dripping onto the floor.
Beside him was a familiar black-and-white raccoon.
Ranpo's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Oh."
Kunikida sighed.
"No."
Poe adjusted his posture.
"Good afternoon."
"No," Kunikida repeated.
Poe blinked.
"I haven't even said anything."
"You brought trouble."
Poe looked offended.
Karl squeaked.
Ranpo sat up.
"What's the case?"
Poe hesitated.
Then he pulled a crimson envelope from inside his coat.
"There have been five murders."
The room became quiet.
Ranpo's boredom vanished instantly.
Poe placed the envelope on the table.
"Each victim was found with a red feather beneath their tongue."
Ranpo reached for it.
Poe caught his wrist.
Ranpo looked at him.
Poe immediately let go.
"...Sorry."
Ranpo smirked.
"You've gotten nervous around me."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I haven't."
"You definitely have."
Poe's face reddened.
Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can we focus?"
Ranpo opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
A dead man lying in an alley.
His throat had been cut.
A crimson feather rested between his lips.
Ranpo studied the photograph for three seconds.
Then he smiled.
"I know who did it."
Poe froze.
"You haven't read the letter."
"I don't need to."
"You don't even know the circumstances."
"I don't need those either."
Poe stared at him.
Ranpo waved the photograph.
"The feather isn't from a bird."
Poe's eyes widened.
"It's dyed."
"Correct."
"And the dye has traces of—"
"Rosewater and iron."
Poe stared.
Ranpo grinned.
"See? Easy."
Poe's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Ranpo noticed.
The admiration.
The frustration.
The unmistakable fascination.
Ranpo leaned closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"You are."
Poe turned away.
Karl covered his face with his paws.
Ranpo laughed.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Poe nearly dropped the photograph.
Kunikida's pencil snapped.
The murders led them into an abandoned theater on the outskirts of Yokohama.
The theater had been closed for twelve years.
Its sign hung crookedly above the entrance.
THE RAVEN'S NEST.
Ranpo stared at it.
"How theatrical."
Poe swallowed.
"I don't like this."
Ranpo glanced at him.
"You're a mystery novelist."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy being murdered."
"I thought you liked dark things."
"I like writing about them."
"Same thing."
"It is absolutely not the same thing."
Ranpo opened the door.
The theater smelled of dust, old wood, and something metallic.
Blood.
Poe's expression tightened.
"Ranpo."
"I know."
They stepped inside.
The auditorium was enormous.
Rows of seats disappeared into darkness.
On the stage stood a single chair.
And sitting in it—
Was the killer.
A woman in a white mask.
She slowly lifted her head.
"Edgar Allan Poe."
Poe froze.
Ranpo looked at him.
"You're famous."
"Not the time."
The woman laughed.
"You came exactly as expected."
Ranpo's eyes sharpened.
"You invited us."
She tilted her head.
"No."
Ranpo smiled.
"You did."
The woman stood.
"You think you're clever."
"No."
Ranpo adjusted his glasses.
"I know I'm clever."
Poe sighed.
"There's the arrogance."
"You love it."
Poe's face turned bright red.
The woman suddenly threw something.
Poe pushed Ranpo aside.
A blade flew past them and struck the wall.
"Are you hurt?"
Ranpo stared at him.
Poe was standing between him and the attacker.
His hands were trembling.
Ranpo's expression softened.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I was protecting you."
"I don't need protecting."
"I know."
Poe looked directly into his eyes.
"But I wanted to."
For once, Ranpo didn't have a clever response.
The woman attacked again.
This time, Ranpo moved.
Three steps.
A turn.
A duck beneath the blade.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Game over."
Her eyes widened.
Ranpo smiled.
"The feathers. The theater. The victims."
He twisted her wrist and knocked the knife away.
"You weren't killing people randomly."
Poe watched silently.
"You were recreating a story."
Ranpo continued.
"Specifically Poe's 'The Raven.'"
The woman froze.
"The victims were people connected to the original manuscript."
Poe's eyes widened.
"But..."
Ranpo pointed toward the stage.
"The chair."
Then the curtains.
Then the ceiling.
"The blood."
Finally, he pointed at the woman.
"And you."
Her mask cracked.
Ranpo smiled.
"You're not the murderer."
Poe blinked.
"What?"
Ranpo turned.
"You're the final victim."
The lights suddenly went out.
A gunshot echoed through the theater.
"RANPO!"
Poe lunged forward.
Something struck him.
He fell.
"POE!"
Ranpo ran toward him.
A shadow moved behind the curtains.
Ranpo's expression became cold.
Very cold.
"You made one mistake."
The figure stopped.
"You assumed Poe was the important piece."
Ranpo stood over Poe.
"You should've known better."
He smiled.
"I'm the
Bahltightttt
Pain
Last week my teacher couldn’t accept my request to go to the bathroom and let’s say my pants were wet. 10/10 would recommend.
I hate this app -thesmegmamagician
Jeremy supporter
Tim:gentleman gentleman! Lets be civil abt this! Lets make a deal! You all surrender and u dont die! How does that sound!?
James: HAHAH! And how do u intend to kill us?
Tim:oh no I cant kill u, but my buddy can! say hi buddy!
Alex emerges from the dark holding his black scythe with red patterns on it, he had a skull face mask on as he glares his red eyes with his black skull pupils. Suddenly he charges at James but stops.
Alex: J-James this isn’t you!
James: I-I’ve always liked you Alex
Alex : W-wait really? I-I forgive you!
All of Alex’s army comes back to life. (William, Luke, Jonah, and Charlie all return shining like the sun)
Alex: W-wow all my friends are back!
Everyone is smiling
William: Dinner at my place!
Everyone: Hell yeah!
Alex: Welp…I can feel a tune coming. LUKE HIT IT!
Luke: *starts rapping to hip hop and busts out some Mexican street dancing*
Charlie: *quietly taps foot in corner*
Alex: Oh get in here, goofball!
Charlie: Ah, what the heck? What have I got to loose? *starts break dancing*
Everyone: Together we are…Hallway pass!
Everyone all start doing a choreographed dance and Alex, James, and Tim emerge holding hands.
Alex turns to the invisible camera
Alex: Remember kids, everything is possible with the power of friends, and Hall pass’s!
Alex leaps into the air out of camera and Landon’s rap cuts out to a cut scene of the math classroom down the hall.
NEXT EPISODE: something dark is leering. It’s not a bird..not a plane..it’s not even Mr evil..it’s…
JEREMY
