This is my OC or whatever you'd call it. This story isn't entirely fabricated, but I'm not about to admit how much of it is true. It was a Friday afternoon and the building was deserted, much like most of the campus. It was the middle of winter and those that didn't compute had no intentions of leaving their dorms, aside from the daily trips to the dining hall. Very few students ventured out into the art building or the D&M as students so fondly called it. It was winter break so those that where on campus were few and wide spread. There were hardly any classes this late and by two in the afternoon the building was like a ghost town.