Mr. Tinker
Mr. Thompson sat at his desk, head on his desk trying to get some much needed rest. He slowly got up to look at his desktop and started to add in grades.
"Uhh. I don't get paid enough for this shit. They're so annoying. Little annoying predictable pieces of shit." Mr. Thompson said.
He grabbed a clean wipe and began to clean his glasses.
"There so stupid. Heh. Maybe I could use osmosis... by hitting the book on there head 'till there smart. Hehe." Mr. Thompson said.
He got up grabbed his coat and his coffee mug and walked out of John Adams Elementary straight to his car. He looked for his keys in his coat. Finally, finding the correct one he opened his car door and started the car. When he was driving back home when a truck swerved right in front of him.
"OH SHI-" Mr. Thompson said before the truck crashed into him.
Both vehicles crashed into a ditch in the woods near the road. The truck said "HARRIS CHEMICALS". The driver was knocked unconscious, but the back of the truck had opened.
"BU--..-RNS" Mr. Thompson said
Missing persons report
DOB: Mar,10, 1968
Sex: Male
Race: White
Hair: brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200 Ibs
John Thompson was last seen leaving John Adams elementary on Oct,12, 2009 while on his way home he crashed into Chemical delivery truck. his car was found but he remains missing.
Case number: NMCY 14567899
Transformation
Mr. Thompson crawled out of his car, covered in random chemicals that have been released from their containers. He put on his glasses then crawled towards the cracked mirror. He sat there staring into the mirror with horror.
His eyes were a reddish color his skin now a dark greenish color, his arms were covered in boils and blisters with lesions on his chest. Acid had gotten on his arms melting some flesh off making his arms look even more grotesque.
"This is there fault, if they had not been nagging me for help i would of finished grading those quizs. hm children are all little monsters, wastes of time, worthless things that will never amount to anything. Maybe i should do everyone a favor and end them..." Mr. Thompson said in a gargled voice.
Mr.Thompson proceeded to crawl with his bony hands and his lesion covered legs back to his car. He grabbed his hoody and work gloves from the car. He then disappeared into the woods.
Credited to Michael H.
Originally uploaded on November 20, 2011
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