Princibaldi One-Shots

by SteampunkBee

Summary:

Obligituary don’t like, don’t read.

This work includes the ships of: Baldi x Principal of The Thing, It’s a Bully x Playtime, 1st Prize x FileName_2, Arts & Crafts x Gotta Sweep

I accept requests.
[POV Switches]

[A = angst, S = Smut, F = Fluff/Comfort, O - Other]

Chapter 1: Requests

Accept any requests expect:

Vore, Non-Con, UnderagexOverage, Abusive relationships

Chapter 2: Detention [o]

*Baldi’s POV*

[‘ ‘ = thinking, “ “ = speaking]

[Baldi x Principal of the Thing]

 

I was walking around the school since Player had gotten yet ANOTHER simple math question wrong. I was about to turn into the cafeteria but then I felt somebody grab my arm, I turned around to see the Principal.

 

“Uh, hey Principal? Do you need something?” I asked as he let go of my arm.

 

“We need to have a little talk, come to my office.” He said as he turned around and started walking towards his office. 

 

I groaned, following him through the halls. The kid got a lucky break this time! I watched the walls and noticed just how old they were, we should really get them fixed or something. I swear I saw some walls cracking. As we stepped into his office I looked around. It wasn’t often that somebody, especially me, was able to even get a look at his office! It had a nice black carpet and some nicely painted walls. He had a few bookshelves but I didn’t recognize any of them. It smelled like candles and coffee.

 

I sat down on the chair in front of his desk and watched as he sat down and opened his laptop looking through some things. It's only when nothing is going on that I see just how tired this guy is. It’s like he never gets any sleep. He took one long sip of his coffee, shut his laptop and looked at me.

 

“Alright, so, you know that I don’t really care about you smacking a kid or whatever. But I had a mom freak out at me today and she said if I don’t give you at least a small punishment for hitting her kid that she’ll sue. And we don’t have money for a lawsuit she’ll definitely win so I’m gonna give you a few hours of detention after school today. Alright?” He sounded annoyed and tired. Even more annoyed when he mentioned the mom and her brat.

 

I sighed and gave him a nod “I understand Principal, can’t get sued ect, ect… come by your office at the end of the day.” 

 

He gave me a nod and watched as I walked out the door. 

 

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I packed up as Bully, Playtime and Player ran out of my classroom like the ungrateful children they are. Then I remembered that the Principal had given me a detention, out of all things. I let out an exaggerated sigh as I picked up my bag and made my way down the halls to his office. 

 

Once I got to his office I knocked, practically praying that he’d forgotten about it and already left for his home. But obviously I couldn’t be that lucky and he opened the door almost immediately. Greeting me with an almost too happy smile and bringing me into his office, sitting in his chair while I sat in the one in front of his desk. 

 

We sat there in an awkward smile for what felt like a few hours, but when I looked at the clock it was only half an hour, already? Jesus, how the hell did the time fly by so quickly? It felt like I just sat down.

 

Over the next few hours, I’d spaced myself out, looking around. Honestly, his office was so tidy, a little too tidy even. It looked like he didn’t even touch anything in here. My eyes drifted back to the principal and I realized he’d been staring at me. I suddenly felt slightly self-conscious as I quickly looked down at his name plack to distract myself. But after a few minutes of staring at the plak, I felt my eyes shifting back over to him and for a second I just stared at his face.

 

He was honestly pretty attractive, his messy brown hair and endlessly tired looking pitch black eyes that had some kind of weird charm to them. The gray and black striped sweater that he somehow managed to pull off even though it had a few strings frayed and it had a few coffee stains. His overall tired, grumpy appearance had some kind of appeal to it, at least in my opinion. 

 

I sighed, watching the Principal as he drank some coffee out of a white mug, the top of it had some slight stains from coffee, it had ‘0%’ on it and it was kind of cute. I’d often see him filling up his coffee in the teachers lounge and sometimes he would genuinely fall asleep for a small second and the mug would overflow, which is how that mug had stains on it after that happening about thirteen times.

 

I sighed after analyzing his mug about five times, looking up at the clock, hoping that this torture was nearly done. I sighed in relief as I saw there was only two minutes before I could leave. That caused the Principal to glance up at me before looking at the clock himself. I couldn’t really tell, but it felt like he was rolling his eyes. If he had them, that is.  I was relieved though when he told me that I could just go already.

 

I got up, both of us saying our goodbyes. I grabbed my things as I left, walking through the empty, dusty school. Saying goodbye to Mr. Sweep, the janitor, on my way out while he’d been sweeping the same spot. I'm sure I saw him sweeping a few hours ago. I walked out of the large school, hopping into my car. As I drove away from the school, I thought about how the punishment wasn’t so bad, and maybe I wouldn’t mind going through it again.

 

958 Words, 4920 Characters