Hacking Through The Night

For the first two school periods, it seemed like it will be another regular Friday. No one knew about Aaron's schemes. Irregularities began to happen during the third lesson's test. The schemer was staring at a white sheet of paper. The black numbers on it, interrogated for the answer of the mysterious x. Aaron broke his concentration and lifted his eyes, for them to meet an old mathematician's sight. Aaron smiled at the man, making the teacher widen his eyes and open his mouth, with an intention to ask why the student showed a sudden warmth. Eye contact didn't last long. Aaron looked away at the clock. "It's showtime." Whispered to himself. Seconds after the one-liner, something scratched through the walls of the school's corridors. Everyone in the classroom turned their attention to the white door. Aaron started to beat his desk rhythmically. More drastic noises came from outside the door until finally, corridors began to rhyme. Straight out the graveyard, I am a horrific sight With little pieces of fleshy brains stuck to my mic. Students looked at each other. Most of them were laughing or at least smiling. Even those who seemed to care more about their grades than their own lives gave a few glares to the door and other students. The teacher had the same expression as before, still staring at Aaron. His question had been answered even without any word spoken. Aaron stood up and rushed to the door. An old mathematician understood that he must stop the boy. "Aaron..." put the opened mouth to use the aged teacher. "Hey everyone, do you truly want to continue writing this dumb test? No offense, Mr. Brown. The first exercise was pretty clever but I am trying to set up a certain tone here. Anyways, what's happening more often: we get tested or for some odd reason school starts randomly blasting nerdcore?" Aaron pulled the door open. "So, use your chance. Put it on i********:, Snapchat, or whatever you kids are up to these days." Aaron exited the room without waiting for any company. He walked down the corridor, opening every door and shouting words of an invite. Try to shoot me, there's no use to it. I'll still crawl if I had limbs to move with. Tell me you loved me really strongly And I promise to eat you properly. Corridors were quick to fill up with students, pulling their phones out to film and react to the chaotic consequences. Some of them in their posts and snaps questioned who and why created all of this. Those who claimed to have decent speculations were surprised because the next song was special...