[ WP ] A kid doodling in a math class accidentally creates the world 's first functional magic circle in centuries .

*''... has two apples and Johnathan has five apples, how many apples do both of them have if Mary ate one...'' * 
 
 Timmy sat slumped over at his desk. *'Math class is suuuper boooring'*, he thought to himself. He would rather be at home, eating mass-produced candy by the bowlful. His favourite was Pixie Stix, because he could eat a record of five packets at a time. High-fructose corn syrup always made him feel warm inside -- almost as if dad never left. 
 
 He slumped over and started doodling on his math notebook. He rested his cheek on his left palm so hard that it pushed its flesh upwards, obscuring most of his left eye. He started doodling over yesterday's homework -- drawing shapes over the numbers and plus-signs. His most favourite shape was of course the triangle, because it sort of looked like a sword. He drew a few of those. His second most favourite shape was a star. He doodled a few stars too. Timmy liked drawing stars because Jeremy Fung, his neighbour, taught him a special way to draw them. 
 
 *''... Timmy dear, would you like to read aloud yesterday's homework questions? `` * 
 
 Mrs. Agglesworth and most of the class turned to look at Timmy. 
 
 He was oblivious. He began drawing the shapes more and more vigorously, as if driven by some unseen malevolent, supernatural power. He was no longer resting his head on his hand. His brow was slick with beads of sweat as he drew and drew, his lips pressed together so forcefully they began to turn pale. 
 
 *'' Timmy...? `` * 
 
 The class was dead-silent as they watched Timmy continue to draw on his notebook. The atmosphere was thick and hot, the faulty air-conditioning whirred in the background. Mrs. Agglesworth gulped -- she knew in the back of her mind, that something very horrible was afoot. She felt at the same time both sweaty and cold -- as a looming sense of dread, as well as a salience of her mortality came over her. 
 
 A loud explosion broke the silence. Smoke, sparks and papers flew across the classroom as Timmy was blown backwards with such force that he laid sprawled across the back of the classroom. He laid twitching, foaming at the mouth as he mumbled incoherently to himself. Children within a three-desk-radius from Timmy's had either been forcefully pinned to the ground by their overturned desks or now laid motionless in some manner across the classroom floor, expelling a variety of bodily fluids. 
 
 Slowly... a thick, slimy, wet, appendage poked out of the flames. Blindly groping its surroundings, it held onto a nearby overturned desk. Immediately, more turgid, fleshy, appendages started to emerge from the smoke -- as the horrible, monstrous thing attempted to pull itself out of the flames, it seemed almost like the flaming notebook was some sort of grotesque manhole -- some kind of perverse entrance to a diseased, sickly other-world prison. 
 
 It finally fully emerged -- its afflicted, writhing, heterogenous mass of viscous pus and slime spilling out onto the classroom floor. Its entirety was speckled with disgusting, coagulated boils and pustules of different sizes that seemed to grow and burst as it moved. It crawled and pulsated -- its fat body continuously oozed and bled as the ever-bursting pustules and pimples bled blood-red and pus-yellow onto its moist, glutinous black form. 
 
 The crying and screaming were deafening as the entire class descended into chaos. The more lucid children tried to escape by flailing their plastic chairs at the locked door in an attempt to break it down. The other children who were not currently unconscious stood huddled together, crying and vomiting at the same time. As the cacophony of the panicked, pleading cries of the children continued to crescendo; Mrs. Agglesworth stood frozen in place, unable to move. 
 
 Its myriad slimy limbs grabbed a hold of the floor -- clumsily pulling its entire aberrant, malformed mass closer and closer to Mrs. Agglesworth. She stared it straight on and started sobbing as the thing's many stinking, meaty, outstretched hands squirmed and contorted, inching closer and closer to her. 
 
 Timmy -- who by now was curled up into a ball behind the classroom, still twitching and foaming -- mumbled *''... he has come... the one of everlasting darkness... the unyielding, mindless, tenebrous keeper of nightmares... * -- **Go'ogollog**''. 
 
 Mrs. Agglesworth let out a scream as everything faded to black. 
 
 
 
 

