I, a former kindergarten teacher, became cannon fodder in the world of ghastly stories and was forced to take over a weird kindergarten.
There are a lot of rules here:
When the baby octopus cries, you have to play the Deep Diver recording for him, otherwise the classroom will turn into a crystal palace.
When the cub in yellow makes origami, he must take the lead in applauding, otherwise he will fold the space into a Russian matryoshka doll.
Never believe a word a silver-haired shota says - even if he seems innocent and harmless.
I repeatedly jumped on the edge of losing SAN every day, trying hard to use "Children's Psychology" to fight against "Necronomicon".
Until the evil god invaded, everything was silent.
I protected the children behind me and raised my index finger to the indescribable existence.
"Shh-"
"My kids, it's time for nap."
That night, the old rulers recalled the "warmth" and "order" dominated by the "kindergarten teacher".
