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  • (screams and slashing)

  • - [Anthony] The very first day of a brand

  • new school year is always the most exciting.

  • I have been a teacher for 15 years at the Willowdale School

  • for Dementedly Gifted Li'l Slashers And Killers,

  • and, I still get butterflies in my stomach

  • the night before the first day of a new school year.

  • In case you couldn't tell, I love teaching.

  • And I teach children because they are the future.

  • And the future deserves to be nourished.

  • As the bell rang my new students piled into my classroom.

  • Once they were all in their seats, I introduced myself.

  • "Class, welcome to your first day, my name

  • is Anthony, but you all can call me Mr.

  • (distortion)

  • To kick off the new school year, I am not only your teacher.

  • But rather, your mentor into the wonderful

  • world of serial killing. (laughs)

  • With that said, let's take a

  • look at your summer assignments."

  • The fresh faced kids all looked at me

  • as they wore the projects they did for the summer.

  • Their summer work was to cut up both

  • of their parents' faces and stich together a skin mask.

  • As I walked around the room, I noticed that Andrew had

  • only used his Dad's face to do his project, unacceptable.

  • I stopped and asked him why his project wasn't complete.

  • He calmly explained that his parents had split up,

  • and, apparently, his mom moved out.

  • Jesus, excuses, excuses.

  • I told Andrew very firmly that he had until the

  • end of the day to find another face to go with his mask,

  • and finish it, or, I'd mark his project as incomplete,

  • and he'd miss the next field trip.

  • You can't win them all, but then, then there was Timothy.

  • He was a shy boy, but, the best serial killers always

  • have a shyness to them, that is, simply undeniable.

  • I walked up to his desk and saw his mask.

  • It was unreal, I mean, it was stunning.

  • The precision of the cuts had no skin tear whatsoever,

  • and neither of the faces he took had been stretched out

  • like they normally are when you

  • rip someone's face off their skull.

  • I daresay I was jealous, his stich work was absurdly clean.

  • I knew then that I wasn't looking at an aspiring killer,

  • no, this was the work of a prodigy.

  • I asked Timothy if I could try on his masterpiece.

  • He quietly removed it and handed it to me.

  • As I held Timothy's mask in my hands,

  • I noticed how smooth and flawless it felt.

  • And when I put it on, I almost forgot that I was

  • wearing two different people's faces. (laughs)

  • I carefully handed Timothy back his work,

  • and told him to make sure that he never loses it.

  • Then I walked back to my desk and

  • instructed everyone to put away their masks,

  • and take out their textbooks, but at that moment,

  • the new teacher's assistant burst through my classroom door.

  • And he was sweating profusely and dropping

  • stuff everywhere, sheer disruptive.

  • The children were not amused, it

  • was obvious what they wanted.

  • They were ready for their first lesson.

  • The tardy TA swore to me that he would be on time

  • tomorrow, but I assured him that he

  • most definitely would not, and the look

  • on his face was priceless when I announced to the class,

  • "Children, this class is Intro to

  • Slicing 101: The Art of the Cut.

  • And the first lesson is how to subdue your victim."

  • It was then that I used a chloroform

  • soaked rag to knock the TA out.

  • When he came to, he was strapped down on a dissection table.

  • Myself, and the entire class were gathered around

  • the TA who was properly gagged, so all

  • we could hear were his muffled screams.

  • I told the class to take a moment

  • and study the TA's eyes.

  • "Class, this is fear in its purest form."

  • All of the students looked at the terror beaming from our

  • new victim's eyes, but, it was only Timmy who absorbed it.

  • "Timmy, I'd like you to pick up your knife

  • and cut this man's throat." I said sternly.

  • To my surprise, Timmy didn't budge.

  • He looked as if he was stricken by stage fright.

  • "Timothy," I said softly.

  • He shyly took a moment to respond before saying,

  • "I never killed anyone, I mean,

  • I never killed anyone in front of people."

  • He was scared, he was no longer a prodigy serial killer,

  • but rather, a young boy who was not

  • aware of how much promise he had.

  • These are crucial moments in both a

  • teacher's career and a student's life.

  • I asked Timmy who he wanted to be when he grew up.

  • His reply caught me off guard when

  • he said, "The Butcher of Plainfield."

  • Timmy was looking down at his feet.

  • I smiled and said, "Oh, yes, the infamous Ed Gein.

  • He's a great inspiration to us all.

  • But you know Timothy, Ed Gein was caught. Yikes.

  • As a serial killer, we must do everything in our power

  • not to be caught, for us it's like getting an F in life."

  • Timmy looked absolutely crushed that I was revealing

  • the truth about his childhood hero.

  • I quickly rebuttled with, "Timothy, have you ever

  • heard of a man by the name of Elias?"

  • He shook his head, no.

  • "Well, Elias was a shy boy much like yourself,

  • he showed a lot of potential, but, he just

  • didn't know how to face his fears.

  • With a little guidance, he was able to study fear for what

  • it was, fear is a handicap, a handicap that prevents us

  • from reaching our true potential, okay?"

  • When Timmy looked up, I saw a spark in my pupil's pupils.

  • It was up to me to bring the light

  • out of this sharp young mind.

  • "You see Timmy, once you eliminate

  • fear, you eliminate the falsehood and then you're able

  • to find your true self, just as Elias did right before

  • he founded the Sonny Family Cult."

  • As the other students got giddy with excitement,

  • Timmy smiled and happily inspected his knife, he was ready.

  • "Come on Timmy, let's eliminate fear."

  • When I said that, Timmy raised his knife

  • high above his head and without hesitation,

  • he struck the TA in the abdomen.

  • The TA screamed as much as he was able to.

  • Timmy's stab was deep and it punctured vital organs.

  • The blood spilled out of the wounds

  • and made a pool on the dissection table.

  • Timmy then repeatedly raised the knife

  • and stabbed the TA all along his body.

  • His excitement was utterly contagious as blood spouted onto

  • his face and splattered on the other students around him.

  • The other students grabbed their knives and started

  • to violently stab the TA over and over.

  • It was the perfect mix of blood spilling

  • and children's laughter over the dying, muffled sounds

  • of the terrified man, soaked in fear.

  • Towards the end of class, I assigned the students

  • their homework for the evening.

  • Two chapters on torture techniques

  • and performing lobotomies.(laughs)

  • The bell rang and the students left the classroom.

  • However, Timothy stayed behind.

  • "Timmy, class is dismissed."

  • Timmy produced a knife from behind his back

  • and slowly walked towards me, there was a crazed

  • look in his eye as he held the knife out.

  • I backed up against the table, but Timmy got closer to me.

  • He was about a foot away from me when he just handed me

  • the knife and gave me a heartfelt hug.

  • A huge smile formed across my

  • face as Timmy left my classroom.

  • Not a bad day for a first day, if

  • I do say so myself. (laughs)

  • (ominous drone)

(screams and slashing)

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