You mentally kick yourself for listening to that cyan colored girl.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! Is this some kind of joke!?"
Your question goes unanswered.
"Fine! It's a prank, then soon you and all your friends will come out and shout, 'surprise!' And we can all be done with this!"
We open the door to the janitors closet and step out into the hall, it was very, very, dark here. You have a little stretch, since you were had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position.
"Ah, well. Might as well make the most out of this situation."
You head towards the Geography classroom, since you recall you teacher (Mr... Doodle Donkey? Was that it?) had sweets in his back room for anyone that behaved well in his class. Your eyes adjust more to the darkness, and you notice the door to the Principal's office for the first time. Getting curious, you walk to the door and tried opening it.
"It... It's unlocked...."
Checking to see if nobody is looking, you head inside the room. You don't bother turning on the light since it would be strange for the light to be turned on at such an hour, plus, you don't want to have to let your eyes adjust to the darkness again. You look around. Just your usual principals office; a desk, shelves paperwork in said desk and shelves, one overflowing box full of work, the norm. You weren't the type to snoop, so you left the principals office and went back on your original path.
You walked up to the Geography class door. You see if it is unlocked.
"Unlocked again? Geez, peeps gotta learn how to lock doors."
You walk inside and look around. This room seemed darker than the other. You thought nothing of it and walked to the back room. Again, unlocked.
"Okay, this is not normal..."
You walk into the back room and scan th shelves.
"Work... Work... More work... Aha! Fuzzers!"
You grab the box and look inside it. Still a lot left. You grab a handful and stuff it into your pocket. You put the box back where it was and hope that Mr Doodle Donkey won't notice the significant amount of sweets missing. You decide to have one or two on your way to the bathroom, your sweet tooth was calling. You pop one into your mouth.
After going to the bathroom, you head back to the janitors closet. After all, it was your home for the night.
You open the door to the janitors closet and walk inside it. You sit down, closed your eyes, and tried to sleep. You tossed and turned, unable to get into a comfortable position. Eventually you just gave up. You found a torch sitting on one of the shelves, and you fished a book out of your backpack. You turned on the torch, and opened the book to where you left off.
"And then, Daring Do stole the final piece of the Everfree Jigsaw. She fled, hoping that she wasn't being followed by Aushjjnsjjenejue. I can't pronounce your name."
Just as you turned the page, a loud banging noise startled you, causing you to drop the flashlight and the book. You heard shouting. It sounded like men. You get up and open the janitors door slightly and peek through it. There, right by the front doors of the school, were two men; one of them was wearing a police vest, guns all over him. The other one had a giant sack.
What were they doing, here at the school? There's nothing interesting to steal at school. Except FUZZERS. You giggle to yourself at the thought of these guys wanting Fuzzers.
Your giggling is cut short by one of the men shouting.
"Hey! Check the janitors closet for any flashlights!"
"I told you to stop shipping that!"
"Ugh, no! I meant torches! I forgot to bring some!"
"You idiot! Why are we shouting!?"
"I don't know! Just go see what you can find!"
"Okay!"
The guy with the guns started walking to the janitors closet. You visibly gulp. Your memories seem to flash before your eyes. 'I've had a good run. But of all the places to die, I wasn't expecting to die in a janitors closet of all places...' you think. Just before the man gets to the closet, you remember what sensei Spikeborn taught you. The guy opens the door, and you instantly try to kick him where the sun don't shine. The guy moves back, but your foot still hits his chin, causing him to fall back. He lands on the floor with a thud.
"Krokodil! We have some company!"
The guy with the sack drops it, and runs towards you.
"Woah, Jenkem! A little kid just kicked your face in?!"
"Just GET THAT CHILD!"
Seeing taht as your cue to leave, you run as fast as you possibly can. You need to find a hiding spot. And fast. You rounded a bend, and you heard a couple of gunshots. You were terrified more than ever about what was happening. You eventually find yourself at the gym, and so you run into one of the locker rooms. You didn't care which one, as long as it provided some cover. You ran to a random locker, opened it, went inside, and slammed it shut. It stank in there. You had been running for so long, longer than you ever have before without stopping, so your lungs hurt and you needed to take deep, loud breaths. You stopped yourself from doing the loud part somehow. Anything will do, as long as you don't die tonight.
Footsteps. Very close.
"Cmon out, kid... I won't hurt ya...."
You recognized the voice. It belonged to Krokodil.
"C'mout, c'mout wherever you are! I just wanna play..."
You dared not to breathe, no matter how much you needed air. Through the small holes in the locker, you were able to sneak a peek at Krokodil as he passed. He had a visible stubble, and very messy hair. He was a red head. He had a broken nose, as well as a cleft chin. His eyes were yellow, his whites were actually red. He had blue skin. You notice what he was holding in his hands; and assault rifle. A bit overkill for a child, don't you think?
The room looked like it was getting brighter. Was the sun rising? You weren't sure. Krokodil passed, and you slowly, and quietly, opened the door to the locker. You stepped out into the open, and slowly closed the locker. Hoping that wouldn't-
CLICK
Oh, son of a-
"THERE YOU ARE!"
You don't need to look back to see what that was Krokodil definitely heard. You run out as fast as you can, only to be stopped by Jenkem in the middle of the gym.
"An' where d'you think you're goin'?"
Jenkem had red skin and blue hair, red eyes and yellow whites. Other than the color swaps, he looks almost exactly like Krokodil, except, stronger. Krokodil ran after you, and now you were caught between two robbers with nowhere to run. They pull out smaller guns; pistols. They take aim at your stomach, and just as they pull the trigger, you think fast and duck away. A two loud bangs were heard, as well as two grown men doubling over in pain.
You open your eyes, having closed them as you jumped away, and you see Krokodil and Jenkem on the floor, holding their thighs. Their guns were on the floor next to them. It seems that they were in too much pain to care about you now.
"You guys stink. Literally."
You ignore the smell of drugs and walk away, checking outside the window for anything. The sun was indeed rising, and someone just pulled outside of the school, probably to unlock it. Well, they'll be in for a surprise... You pop another Fuzzer into your mouth, and decide to finish the job for those to druggies. You manage to punch them both unconscious, and you sit next to their bodies to make sure they don't get up.
Cue scream in five, four, three, two, one...
"BY THE NAME OF MY SISTER! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DOORS!?"
There it is. A panicking Vice Principal Luna runs into the gym and notices you almost instantly.
"Oh, oh my, dear child, are you hurt?"
She runs up to you, worried.
You shake your head, "Not physically or mentally."
"Oh, good. Child, what were you doing in here during closing hours?"
"That girl.. Uhh, Rainbow Dash, I think her name was, said that if I don't spend teh night here, she'll-"
"Oh, that child is always up to some kind of mischief. At least you stopped these criminals. I'll get the police here as soon as possible. Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"I'm as sure as... Um... I can't think of any similes."
"Okay. I'll notify Principal Celestia of what happened here. For now, go home and rest. You probably need it."
"Thanks, miss."
You walk out of the school and walk back home. That was the most eventful night you ever had. Hopefully that situation doesn't happen again.