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The human name he wears is Anton Mortimer, but the children he teaches to build beautiful things with their hands call him Mr. Mort. He isn’t bothered. He knows they are all a little afraid of him, even the ones who like him, even when they come to realize his strange little jokes are just that, and frankly he enjoys the healthy respect that comes with just a little fear.
He just wishes it was enough respect to stop them trying to sneak him the history teacher’s phone number. He already has it, and it’s not as though he could explain to them what the words “Killahead” and “Changeling” and “Gunmar” mean, wedged into their texts between Strickler’s furious reprimands and repeated thumbnails of Rick Astley’s face.