"Hmm, so it seems Bully and one new boy is coming here for summer school." Principal said as he saw two emails from two different families letting the school faculty know that those certain kids were gonna need to fix their grades so they'd be able to move up a grade.

"Why is a new kid coming here for summer school? Wouldn't he go to his original school for summer classes?" Baldi was genuinely confused.

"I... don't know, Baldi. Maybe we can figure-"

The Principal's phone rang and he picked it up to answer it.

"Hello, who is this?" He asked as Baldi stuck his ear closer to the phone.

"Hi, uh, this is the new summer student's mother calling, and I just need to explain what I meant in that email.

So, the reason why he is coming here is because his math teachers all hate his guts. They say he is impossible to work with, especially with the bigger work they give him, so they decided that he would come here to be taught better. And to be honest, they are kind of true about that. You see, my boy is kind of shy, but he usually can work really well with a couple other students with no trouble, he just can't do some of the difficult classes, like his math and science ones. I hope you can see through his issue and have him come to terms with the other kids. I would hate to have him fall behind because of two subjects, especially with math.

Well, now that you know all about him, I hope you all can be prepared for his arrival. Okay?"

"Okay. Ma'am, we'll have it all under control." Principal assured without hesitation.

"Oh, thank you! I hope it's good luck for my little boy! He's gonna become a 5th grader after these summer school classes. Hope you have a great summer!" The mother said.

"I wish the same to you. Goodbye."

"Bye."

Then, she hung up.

"Hmm, very strange situation. Has this ever happened to you before? That never has for me." Baldi asked.

"I think this is the first time that something like this has happened to me." Principal admitted.

"Well, let's hope he is somewhat better than the bully." Baldi muttered under his breath, not meaning for the Principal to hear him.

"Hey, Baldimore. You can't talk about students like this."

"I-I know, but can you agree?"

"... I suppose. He is a bit of trouble, but he's still a kid, you know?"

The summer bell rung through the halls outside of the office.

"The day has already begun! Baldi, all you have to do is help two kids, the new boy and Bully. It shouldn't be too difficult from there on out. As long as you don't have to punish them too physically, your summer shall go by like a breeze. I believe in you, Baldimore." Principal beamed as Baldi blushed at the sudden amount of positivity he was receiving from his boss.

Baldi left the office and waited for the two boys near the entrance.

*****

The boy stood there and looked up nervously at the sign on the school that said 'Here School'.

'Um, that seems a bit... odd of a name.' He thought as he slowly opened the entrance and stepped inside the school building.

Already, one big boy seemed to be there in the new boy's sight. He looked like a bully that no one would mess with. Of course, the new one was right. The big bully stomped towards the new student and, what sounded like a tease in his voice, said, "Hey, give me something great."

"U-Ummm... like what?" The poor small boy stammered.

"Well, I want your candy, so if you have some, give me some of that." The bully  smirked.

"O-Okay, I do have one piece of gum l-left." Before the new boy could reach in his bag, the math teacher appeared in their sight with a ruler in one of his hands. He glared daggers at the Bully, and growled, "He doesn't have to give you anything. Leave the poor student be."

The bully took a few steps away from the new student, glaring at the ground.

"Hello, welcome to our schoolhouse! My name is Mr. Baldimore. You can either call me Mr. Baldi, or just Baldi for short. Bully, you and your new classmate will be attempting to pass through the basics of math with only a bit of challenge. The Principal will be helping you pass through your science class as well, new student." Baldi's eyes were full of energy as the boy began to already feel comfortable in his new school, even though it was only a summer school lesson, he already felt as if he was moving into a new school.

"Now, new student, introduce yourself to us." Baldi grinned as Bully rolled his eyes with impatience.

"I-I am Player. You can just call me Player." The boy stammered.

Baldi's grin almost disappeared as he realized that that day was already going to be confusing.

"Okay, now let's proceed to class number 99." Baldi said as he and the two boys entered the room. Baldi closed the door behind them as he trudged towards his desk to pull out two practice papers. The boys surprisingly sat next to each other in the front row of desks. Bully didn't even care!

As Baldi skimmed over the two papers, Player whispered to Bully, "Why are all the classrooms labeled 99?"

"Because our school is freaking lazy. Usually only 4 or 5 kids come here during the actual school days, so there isn't much of our classrooms being used. Mr. Baldi only uses this one. To learn your other classes, you'd have to go straight to the Principal to do that." Bully grumbled, almost as if he had to explain that a million times.

"That is weird." Player whispered back.

"Heh, no shit Sherlock." Bully snapped in a whisper. Before Player could react to that answer, the big boy added, "You know what's even weirder? When Here School was first existing, before Baldi, even before the janitor, there was only the Principal and two students. The two students were me and that jump rope girl. Her name is Playtime. But she is not here of course, so you're never gonna see her, Arts and Crafters, or the other boy that went to this school just a week ago. I think that boy's name is Friend, or something like that. So yeah, that's all."

"Hey, I know that boy, Friend! He is my friend! He never told me he went to this school." Player gasped.

"Yep. He is too cocky about math. I hate him." Bully was blunt as usual. "And he has too much notebooks."

"Yeah, he has OCD." Player added. Then before he could ask Bully more about how the Principal managed the school back then, Baldi began the math lesson.

"Alright, here is the first practice problem." He wrote on the chalkboard. "What is 2 + 2?"

Player raised his hand.

"Yes, Player?"

"It is 4, Mr. Baldi."

"Great job! Here is your first prize! A shiny quarter!" Baldi threw it to Player. Player caught the coin easily.

"T-thank you, Mr. Baldi!" Player looked shocked. 'None of my math teachers were that nice to me.' He thought sadly. 'But this one is awesome so far!'

"Hey, why do I never get a quarter?" Bully pouted.

"Maybe sometime you will, Bully." Baldi assured. "Now problem 2. What is 12 × 12?"

Bully raised his hand.

"Yes, Bully?"

"Is it... 144?"

Baldi beamed ever so much. "Yes, Bully! You got it! Come here and get your prize! I knew you could it!" Baldi tossed it to the fat boy. Bully caught it with no trouble.

"Finally." Bully sighed.

"Last one, problem 3. What is 4(3 × 7)^2?"

Bully and Player remained silent as they tried to figure how to work out the problem. Baldi tsked as he said, "Bully, you should know this the best. You are going to become a 6th grader after these summer lessons after all. So, what do you think it equals?"

Still, no one answered.

"Player, what do you think it equals?" 

The poor new kid hesitated on that question as he finally decided to answer, "Is it 1,246, Mr. Baldi?"

"Um... that is wrong, Player. Don't worry, I will show you how to do this problem." Baldi assured with a grin as he wrote the problem out for both of them. When he did, Player understood those types of problems a lot easier. He still stressed that Baldi already hated him for not understanding the problem sooner. So he asked, "Mr. Baldi, do you hate me?"

Once Baldi finished erasing the chalkboard, he looked at the boy with utter confusion. "What makes you think I hate you, boy?"

"Because I am slow, a-and-"

"At least you are trying your hardest, and that is what counts, Player. Is that understood? Don't ever think that any of us could hate you." Baldi reprimanded.

"S-Sorry, I-" The bell rang. 

"Alright, lunch for five of us, you know, lunch is for the janitor and the Principal too, you know." Baldi said as he brought his ruler and lunchbox with him to the lunchroom. The two boys followed him.

Once all three of them were in the same area, they saw Principal struggling to bring in the janitor. Player gasped when he saw that the janitor was only a broom!

"NO! I ONLY WANT TO SWEEP, NOT EAT!" The broom began trying to sweep against Principal's grasp.

"No, you have to eat so you can follow by the schedule, after all, you do need the energy for the afternoon sweeping of the school halls. It is either you eat, or no more sweeping for today." Principal snapped as he pulled the handle harder to get the broom to go on the seat of a picnic table.

"B-But, Mr. Principal, he wouldn't be able to eat. He is a broom." Player said.

"Player, just don't question the situation. Even I don't understand it." Baldi told Player as Principal finally got the janitor to calm down. Principal went over to the picnic table that Baldi and his two students were sitting at, and he finally answered to Player, "New kid, he seems kind of human to me, so I believe he needs the breaks that we have."

"But, he's a-"

"Principal, the new kid's name is Player. Player, meet the Principal of the Thing." Baldi introduced as Principal and Player shook hands in greeting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Player. I hope that you're having a great time here at Here School." Principal smiled with a bit of a tired look in his eyes.

"Can I call the janitor 'Mr. Sweepers'?" Player asked as Baldi hid his giggles with a hand as Principal answered with a laugh in the back of his throat, "Yes, yes you can Player." Baldi began to laugh so hard that tears began running down his face! His red lipstick got a bit messed up after that whole ordeal.

"S-Sorry guys for being such a distraction." Baldi gasped.

"No, it's quite alright, Baldi." Principal assured as Bully began rolling his eyes at the whole scene. 'Gosh, this man is so cute, I almost want to hug him right now!... W-wait, I can't think that way about my coworker! I shall send myself to detention later for my inappropriate thoughts.' Principal shook his head as he got his lunch out and began to eat. The rest of them did the same, even Mr. Sweepers made an effort on trying to eat like the rest of them!

Soon enough, the bell rang, signaling everyone to go to their own areas to finish the day off. Principal went to his office, then wandered the halls to catch anyone whose broken any rules. Mr. Sweepers swept back to his closet and Baldi and his two students returned back to their classroom.

"Okay, Bully and Player, you both will receive your practice papers now. Player, make sure you finish soon because you have to proceed to the Principal for your science class." Baldi said.

"Wait, why can't you get more teachers here?" Player wondered.

"There never was enough of us to warrant another one having to come here." Baldi explained.

"Weird." Player muttered.

As Player and Bully worked on their worksheets, Player began to feel overwhelmed with the work he received again. There were many problems that looked like this: x(y × y)^x. He knew Baldi just helped him with those problems, but he felt so much pressure that he couldn't even think. Bully actually solved all the problems quite easily. It almost made Player jealous that a bully could do better at math than him.

He just finished the paper, and passed it in to Baldi.

"Alright Player, it is time for you to proceed to Principal's class." Baldi beamed as he watched Player leave the classroom with his backpack.

The boy walked around in the halls, wondering where the office could be. He finally found a big room with many windows on it, and he could see pictures and explanations of all the people that came here or still go here.

He proceeded in the office and looked at all the info. He saw Playtime and her info. 'Hm, she loves to play, huh? I am horrible at jump rope though.' Player thought as he moved on to other people's info about them and what they look like. Arts and Crafters looked like the most obedient kid here. Baldi was on there, of course. Principal had to be there too, he was a gimme. 'He's pretty much a hall monitor.' Player thought again. Mr. Sweepers was there too. His real name though was Gotta Sweep. 'Nah, I like Mr. Sweepers better.' Player internally decided. Bully was on there too. 'I wonder if I am going to be on the wall someday too?' Player wondered. Then the boy noticed that his friend wasn't put up there. 'Hm, weird.'

Principal finally made it into the office, and apologized to Player for being so late. "I had almost forgotten that I needed to teach a student starting today." The poor man sighed.

"N-no, Principal. It's alright." Player assured. He still felt shaky from knowing that he could've gotten all his math problems wrong.

"Okay, Player. Let's start with genes and all that fun stuff." Principal said with a bored voice. Player listened, but he continuously worried about Baldi reaction towards his failed practice paper. The class felt very slow, but then he remembered the question he wanted to ask Principal.

"Mr. Principal?"

"Yes, Player?"

"How did you manage this school when you first started it?"

"I only had two students to take care of, Playtime and Bully. I had to be the janitor, the teacher, and the principal of my school."

"How is that even possible?" Player looked amazed.

"It is most likely not possible to do what I did, but since there was two kids then, it wasn't completely impossible to accomplish. There wasn't too much to clean from just two children alone. This was when Playtime was a preschooler and Bully was a 2nd grader at the time. Being the teacher, I mainly had to teach the basics of math and english. As the Principal, that was when it was kind of difficult because Bully would never stop throwing temper tantrums. Playtime had a hard focusing sometimes, but she wasn't intentionally breaking the rules like Bully did.

So, yeah. Things weren't too unbearable back then like you think they would. Gotta Sweep ended up getting the job as the janitor a few months into the school's development. A few years later, I finally found the perfect teacher for this school, Mr. Baldi himself. I never was good at math, even basic math." Principal spilled all of his past to Player without hesitation.

"That is amazing, Mr. Principal. You are unstoppable!" Player's eyes went wide as saucers as if he were staring at the statue of Liberty.

The last bell rang, letting everyone know that the first day of summer school ended.

"So, Player, are you enjoying this school so far?" Principal asked quickly.

"Yes, I suppose I am." Player nodded.

"Well, that's good. It's best that you get on home now."

"Bye Mr. Principal."

"Bye Player. I am excited to see you and Bully tomorrow."

Player left the office, and once he closed the door, he was face to face with Baldi. The math teacher seemed to have Player's worksheet in his hand. Player gulped, knowing that this was going to be bad.

"Player, I am very shocked and-" 

"Oh no! Please don't be angry with me! I swore to be the best student there ever was! Please don't tell my parents about this!" Player cried as he ran away from Baldi.

"Hey, Player, come back! We should talk about this! You are fearing over nothing right now!" 'What had happened to him back then?' Baldi thought worriedly as he had to chase after the scared boy.

The naughty student went into the school faculty and collected a Zesty Bar, then he stole a quarter from another faculty room including the Principal's keys! He went to a Bsoda machine to buy a Bsoda and got himself prepared for Baldi's wrath. He faced Baldi as he had the soda in his small, shaky hand. When Baldi got closer and closer, he shook the soda, then opened it towards Baldi's direction. All the soda sprayed at Baldi bright green shirt. All blue spots were on his shirt, and he stared at the crazy child in shock as the child ran away from him. He was breaking all the rules and doing things to a teacher that a student should never do to a teacher!

'Is this what his parents warned us about?' Baldi wondered as he continued to follow the paranoid kid.

Player began to get tired as he ate the stolen bar and regained his much needed stamina and continued on scrambling away from the poor, confused teacher. He ran and ran and ran, then the Principal caught him!

"No running in the halls, Player." Once Principal got the boy into his office, he berated the child for his wrongdoing. "You should know better. When will you kids learn?" Before Principal could leave the office to monitor the halls more, Player cried out desperately, "No Principal, please don't leave! Mr. Baldi is gonna hurt me!"

"Wait, what?! What do you mean by hurt?" Before Player could answer Principal's panicked question, Baldi opened the office door, and glared daggers at the bad student.

"Principal, this student has entered school faculty and took one of your Zesty Bars, stole a quarter and stole your keys. And all that just for me wanting to talk to him about the practice paper he failed on." Baldi shook his head in disbelief at the whole situation.

"Is this true, Player? Was he just gonna talk with you about your failed worksheet?" Principal asked.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Principal. I am very sorry about-"

"This boy needs to be taught a lesson! He has gone too far!" Baldi declared.

"Wait, no Baldi! Not today. This is only his first day." Principal reminded the angry teacher. "And second of all, your mind's not thinking right. You better leave him for today. Let's just let this go for this one time."

"Fine." Baldi snapped, and he left the office and waited outside so the kid could leave the office and the school. Baldi reentered the office.

"Baldi, the kid did go too far, but we can't have two extremes dealing with each other, on the first day of all days!" Principal shook his head in disbelief as if he were dealing with two little brats. Baldi felt horrible.

"I'm sorry, Principal." Baldi sighed, dropping his ruler in defeat.

"It's... alright, I guess." Principal muttered.

Baldi looked down at the ground in guilt and shame, which forced the Principal to hug him hard. Baldi's eyes widened in shock as Principal continued to hold him, then Baldi hugged him back, burying his head in Principal's shoulder, his eyes wetting a little.

"Baldi, you and Player need a lot of help."

"I know, Princi. I am sorry, I am really sorry." 

"It's okay now, Baldi. Rest assured, your day isn't gonna end like it does in the horror movies." Principal patted his back, then let go of him. He stared deep into Baldi's eyes, and Baldi couldn't help but stare back.

"P-Principal, I think I-" Before Baldi could finish, Principal kissed his lips. Baldi's eyes widened even more than ever, and Principal began to play a bit with his tongue, but not too much, then he stopped kissing him, saliva dripping out of both of their mouths.

"P-Principal..." Baldi stammered, his face as beet red as his lipstick.

"Baldi..." Principal continued on staring into Baldi's eyes lovingly as Baldi was the first to look away nervously.

"S-So, we really have fallen in love, haven't we?" Baldi laughed nervously.

"Yes, yes we have." Principal now was eyeing the teacher up and down. Of course, that made Baldi feel a little uncomfortable and new to this sudden love, and he muttered, "I am sorry, Principal, but I have to leave now."

"Wait! Baldi, how do I suppose that I help you and Player?"

"Well, maybe we need our own physciatrists, or therapists, whatever you call them. My childhood wasn't so great either." 

"What was your childhood like?"" Principal wondered.

"Well, my father was a math fanatic, so was my elementary math teacher, then there was my mom, who wanted to help but did nothing." Baldi sighed.

"That sucks, Baldi." Principal grumbled.

"Goodbye, I guess, Principal." Baldi waved as he collected all his things and carried them with him out of the office.

"Bye, Baldimore." Principal sighed as he sat in his office chair thoughtfully.

'Did he enjoy the kiss?' He wondered internally.

'...He and Player really do need help.'