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This was a skit/play/story I did about the summoned dremora lords of Skyrim. I thought all of their dialogue was about the funniest thing that could ever be uttered, or in most cases yelled. I thought to myself, what would it be like if one of these demons was a school teacher. Like a elementary school teacher, teaching kids discipline and math. 😂 Probably epically hilarious 🤣 So yeh, out of the inspiration of that came this… ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Mr.Mora Starring… The Staff Mr.Mora - The Demon(Dremora) teacher that came from the fiery pitts of oblivion to teach math at West Elderberry Elementary. Ms.Wimberly - Principle of West Elderberry Elementary. The Class Freddy Stevens - Obnoxious boy, Class clown, the snot-nosed badass Jimmy Shoeburt- The softie, is easily upset, the over-emotional kid Tina Fischer- The perfect student, straight A’s girl, wears glasses Maria Santose- Shy, quiet girl, stays to herself Drew Lemons- Geek, always has his video gamer on him Beverly Smith- Fashion diva, sort’ve a brat Thomas Edwards- Religious boy, neatly combed hair, very clean, always smells of soap Heather Lockett- The friendly girl, always smiling, likes freddy Episodes Day 1: Meet Mr. Mora Day 2: Learn or be Destroyed Day 1: Meet Mr.Mora ________________ Little kids shuffle into class carrying their backpacks and lunchboxes. The chalkboard is clean and the kubbyholes are all clean and empty. There's plenty of excited chatter going on, all of them laughing together and getting settled in. ...The door remains open as the last child walks in and sits down... Not soon after he does, they all hear footsteps coming down the hall. The clear loud footsteps only made by the types of shoes teachers wear. From the sound of it, two of them were headed this way. Most of the children quiet down in wake of the footsteps not wanting to make a bad impression on the first day of school. The sweet voice of ms.wimber is heard and recognized by the children. "Mr.Mora glad to see you came. I was told that you would be running late" A horribly raspy voice that resonated metallically like it was being issued from the depths of some horrible iron clad chamber replied. "Yes yes ms.wimber. I had a minor problem with the barista at the coffee shop. But I set her straight. heheh" "Oh well.. I see, well let me show you to your class" A few more loud echoing steps sounded before the picture of Ms.Wimber, as sweet and pretty as ever came through the door, wearing a smile that brightened the heart just by seeing it. But any hearts that were brightened in this scenario were very quickly thrown into the darkness of ice cold fear. For in her shadow, a horrible titanic monster, the likes of which no kids had ever seen before, passed through the door of classroom 1-B. Standing over 6 feet high, what looked like a man except with two horns protruding from the top of his head that was covered in oily black hair, match by a set of black eyes that glinted fiercely. His dark skin was covered ominously in deep red intricate tattoos, and his physice was that of a monster straight out of their darkest nightmares.The children gasped, and some screamed. A few jumped up in their chairs ready to dash. “Ms.Wimber! Look out!! There's a monster behind you!!!” A girl in the front row yelled. "Children!! Children!! Calm down please!” She said sternly waving her arms frantically for the kids to settle down. The kids reluctantly obeyed and resumed their seated positions at their desks. Walking to stand besides the Monster in front of the of the classroom. “This is mr.mora, he is the new 4th grade math teacher for this class and will be with you for this year." She said brightly, as cheerful as if she were introducing the magician at one of their birthday parties. There was a sickening silence as the children absorbed what they had just been told. One kid in the back started crying as the others broke out into an uproar. “I'm scared”.. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.. “ .. “That thing is going to eat us, we need to call the police!” “I wanna go home” "Children! Children,! Children!!! There's no need for the yelling. Mr.mora is a very nice man.” She takes a look at the giant standing by her. Mr.Mora faced the kids with arms crossed and a face that looked like it was carved out of some devilish rock. "This will be his first year teaching fourth grade, so I'd like you guys to be on your absolute best behavior" The kids continue their babble and Ms Wimble looks feebly at Mr.mora. The dremora takes notice to this a steps forward looking at the children with a burning fire in his eyes. "Listen up you sniveling tiny legged mortals!!! ..the whole class falls silent except the kid in the back who remains crying… "I've come from the fiery pits of oblivion to teach the kids of today discipline!!! respect!!! Aaannd Arithmetic!!! So quit your blubbering you halflings! From now on, your souls belong to meee!!!" ...the whole class remains silent… Ms.wimber steps forward, “ah yes. What he said. Your souls belong to him. At least until 2:30 when school ends.“ ...A boy in the front of the classroom raises his hand… "Yes Ricky, what is it?" The boy points a finger at Mr.mora."but that's a monster" "I didn't think monsters were allowed to teach" The dremora smiled wickedly and answered the boy. "Well you thought wrong human. I got my teaching certificate last year at the rending hall academy. A very prestigious dremora school. I am more than qualified to teach this pathetic looking class.foolish mortal" A girl sitting adjacent raised her hand.. "ms.wimber! He just called our class pathetic! And before he called us halflings! He can't do that can he?" Ms.wimber put on a face of pure surprise. "Oh Tina, that's just his way of telling you kids that he cares, and that he is going to enjoy teaching you all. The most important thing is that you kids get the education you deserve. Now be good. And I'll see you at the end of the day when you get out." Ms.wimber walks out of the room and closes the door behind her. And it's suddenly just the towering monster, and the children. One of the kids towards the back of the classroom is still crying quietly to himself. The dremora walks down the line of desks to the sobbing child, kids leaning away from the giant as he passed. He came to the boys desk a leaned over leering at the boy with intense eyes. The boy shrunk further into his seat. And his sobs turned into muffled snorts. "What is your name child?" He growled The boy looked up barley to see the dremora, and whispered "Jimmy" and then stuffed his face back into his arms. The dremora moved closer, speaking softly but no less menacing than a giant growling lion. "Well listen well Jimmy. If you continue to cry on that desk under you. I will have you fed to the daedroths of oblivion.” The boy looks up with a confused look on his face. "A daedroth? What's that?" The dremora smiled and chuckled a deep resounding laugh. "A giant lizard with claws as long as your arms and as teeth as sharp as knives! A mouth big enough to swallow you whole in one bite." Jimmy turned ghostly white and became very still. The dremora smiled, and stood straight up. Walking to the front of the room, footsteps ringing out in the silent room.. children all still terrified. He came to the chalkboard and wrote out his name. Mr.mora. short, uncomplicated. He turned around and glared down at the students as if he were about to single handedly slaughter the entire class. His hands were the size of the kids chests, l if he balled them they would probably be the size of the kids heads. So none of them had any doubt to if he could. "As your Ms.wimble told you earlier, my name is Mr.Mora, I will not tolerate be called anything else. While you are with me this year to u will follow my every order without the slightest of mistakes. Make a mistake and your meat will be fed to the daedroths! " He yelled this last part at the kids, making them all jump “Forget to bring your pencils to class!!! To the deadroths!!! Be late to class!!! Oaahhh to the daedroths!!!! Misbehave in class.." “little girl!" Mr.mora pointed sharply to one girl with ponytails sitting on the front of the classroom. The girl jumps and points her own tiny little hand at herself. “Me?” “Yes you. Tell me what will happen to you if misbehave in my class.” The girl looks carefully at the dremora. Then shrugs and answers apathetically. "We'll be fed to the deadroths?" "Precisely" Mr.mora answers with an satisfied grin. "To be with me is to be akin to the great lord Mehrunes Dagon!!!" "Who's that?" One of the kids asked. The deadra's face took on the appearance of pure incredulity. "Foolish mortal child!!!! You mean to tell me you don't know who the great lord Daygon is?" Another child answer in her place "I've never heard of him." The children all whisper and mutter agreement to being lost. "Absolutely unforgivable. Mehrunes dagon, the Lord of change. Sole ruler of oblivion true homeland of the daedra. He is the almighty thunder that you hear roar in the storm. The furious heat you feel from fire. The impenetrable darkness of the night. He is the rightful ruler of all mortals, be they big, or small and frail" these last words he hissed glaring at them with his intense eyes. The class remained silent for a moment. The dremora cleared his throat. "As I was saying. You are with me, and I will expect nothing but complete and utter obedience to every word that should ever say. Those who do not obey, will be roasted alive and fed to the daedroths. Any questions?" Same kid who asked who Dagon was raised his hand. "What's that stuff on your face?" "War paint. Made from the blood of children that have disobeyed me" One child snickered under his breath. "You find this amusing child?" The boy who laughed, Freddy, was known by the class to be the coolest guy in school. He was always dressed in the latest clothes, always had the newest things, and was generally one step ahead of all the other kids. He had already learned all the cuss words from his five older brothers and his parents even let him use them. All the six year old guys wanted to be him and all the six year old girl had it in for him. He continued laughing for awhile until it became fake sounding, and then he laughed a little more. This did a lot to ease the tension of the class. Some of the other kids even started laughing with him. "Silence!!!!" The whole class stops laughing. Except Freddy, who was still obnoxiously prolonging his laughter. "It's hilarious" Freddy finally answered. "You're making that up, but it's still hilarious." The dremora stared at the boy coldly. And Freddy stared back, with a stupid grin on his face. "You don't honestly expect us to believe you do you?" He scoffed. "I mean. Where did you even come from man? Super dark with tattoos all over you. Fake horns coming out of your head, talking about giant lizards and shit" He started laughing again. This time none of the kids laughed With him. They all just stared at Mr.mora who stared at Tony with an unbreakable death stare. It took awhile for Freddy to notice that his joke had gone unappreciated. He looked around for support, but only Mr.mora's eyes trained on him. His face fell and his good humor vanished, replaced by Ice cold fear. The dremora walked over to Freddy, and bent down to where his head was level with Tony's chest. "Feel my horns" The boy reached out with one hand and touched the daedra's horn. Whipping it back in an instant. "Ehhw.. it's real!!!" He squealed. And the class broke out into shouts of excitement. "That is correct it is real." And his eyes got bigger with enthusiasm, "and so are the tattoo's" Mr. Mora walked back to the front of the room. "I would appreciate that all of you go home tonight, and think of how precious your life is to you. Because tomorrow. It will be on the line." The dremora smiled at the children. And the kids grimaced in return. And the bell rang, in time. And with that, they all dashed out of the door, all pushing and shoving to get ahead of each other. Not one of them could wait to be as far away as possible from the terrible Mr.Mora., And not one of them dread the coming day. ~ que the evil dremora laughter ~ "Nothing after all"

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