(Somewhere, on the road, Evil Maurice is seen driving. She's not particularly staring at the road itself, but more like zoning out; As if deep in thought.)
(Man, she thinks, she missed Pizzamancer already! She wondered how Mancer would think when she arrived, how happy he'd be... Oh, it felt PERFECT! Everything was going right as planned!)
(WAIT. RIGHT, The road! She suddenly snapped her attention back onto the road, readjusting her car, which had been drifting off to the left. She can't believe she almost went into a ditch- just like that!)
(The road is too empty... Empty. Did she take her medicine? Did she tell Mancer that she was on her way? What if Mancer is hurt?! What if he forgot about her?! He always forgets about things! He totally forgot!)
(Evil Maurice started to feel herself melting, sticking to the wheel, ruining everything SHE'S RUINING EVERYTHING. SHE'S-)
(A notification on her phone. Right, she should check her notifications, right? She took one hand off the wheel and onto her phone, checking her notifications. Unread texts from Maura, typical... An insult from Junior, of course.... 12 missed calls from Evil- oh God, Evil never contacts her-!!! What'd she miss?!)
(She felt herself slipping back into that panic attack, the urge to rip out her hair- she- she needs to distract herself, yeah! She quickly switched on the radio, fumbling even that as her fingers stuck to the knob and melded together, accidentally switching to an advertisement in search for music.)
"Have you or your friend gotten into a car accident recently? Well, it's never too late for a do-over! Go to 505-car-replacements-"
(... Hm, that doesn't sound too bad! She could use a new vehicle! A garbage truck isn't the best thing to use, especially because she isn't even... You know, a garbage factory worker.)
(She hit something. Oh my god. She hit something. She killed someone she killed something she killed something shekilledsomeoneshekilledsomeoneshe'samurderershe'sgoingtogetsenttojailshe'saMONSTER-)
(She hadn't even noticed that the vehicle flipped onto its side. All she could focus on was the fact that she's a murderer. She- she could still hear it! She's awful- She doesn't deserve to survive knowing she did this.)
(She looked around frantically, trying to grab her phone- it sinks into her skin. When did she start melting?! Why is it so hot?? WHY IS IT SO BLURRY?!)
(She couldn't tell if blood, sweat, or her own skin was falling down her face, it was all so overwhelming - what is she to do, what is she to do?! She- she can't get out like this! She can't move! WHY CAN'T SHE MOVE?!)
(She started hyperventilating. It's so hard to breathe. She's wasting oxygen. She's so dizzy. Everythings spinning. She's so pathetic. She doesn't deserve to be saved. She deserved this. Of course she did. She's lived up to her name... Evil.)
(Well... At least she can't bother anyone anymore.)
(The world seemed to fade to black...)
