Instead of having the nap Lock intended to have, he ultimately decided on taking a detour to a certain someones dorm. Surely, the night was still young, and to waste the last hours he had left on a silly nap didn’t sound appealing to say the least. What did sound appealing though, was trying to currently get into the room that belonged to the one person who wasn’t Shock or Barrel- even Oogie. There were only a select few who could drive him in both a good or bad way, and one of those names on the list were Fifer Little. One of the first people he met when he first arrived on campus, beautiful, and sweet, Fifer Little was one of many to fall for Lock’s charisma.Now, at first he just wanted to mess around with the girl, play a few games and shatter her emotions completely, but that mindset slowly shifted. Even though he’s still confused as to how he feels about her, the one thing Lock did know was that he enjoyed being around her (as oddly as that thought was to him).
Currently trying to pick the lock that leads him to the inside of her room, Logan hoped that her roommate was either out, or at least a heavy sleeper. Playing around with the paperclip he was using, and with a few more nudges and clicks, he was finally able to get the handle to lower itself completely downwards. Slipping into the dark space, Lock quietly made his way around the place, trying to find Fifer’s bed in the pitch black. No, he wasn’t going to do anything to harm her like he did to Fitz, he just wanted to have another version of fun.
The only reason why he thought the bed he was approaching was hers, was because of the small memory he had of the blondes room last time he was here. Lock preferred not to think about that last time though since that thought alone makes him want to choke his best friend half way to death. Letting a small snicker escape his lips, the male began to crawl on top of the sheets, careful not to wake up the body laying under them. Slowly, he made his way above Fifer’s small body and with one motion, he harshly put his hand around her mouth. Making sure that the sudden pressure would wake her up completely.
The pressure that was put on her mouth to both wake her up and keep her silent instantly did as it was meant to. Fifers tired eyes shot open and she instinctively squirmed under the figure that she couldn’t quite yet make out, trying to shrink herself as best as she possibly could. Being woken up in the night, no matter how late or early it was always scared the girl these days. She was always afraid that whoever had broken into her room and terrorized her months ago would return to finish the job and for a moment, as her wide, fearful eyes adjusted to the rooms lighting, that was exactly what she thought was happening.
Trapped underneath a figure she couldn’t escape from, the Little scrunched her features together, clearly shaking from head to toe as a single tear ran down the side of her face. She wanted to scream so badly, even if it were just into the hand that kept her mouth muzzled, but couldn’t.
By the time Fifers eyes reopened to look at the surroundings, her vision had improved greatly and the figure that had joined her on the bed, with his hand over her mouth and his breath hitting her flushed face, was finally recognizable. It was Lock. The very Lock that Fifer was fooled by-- the boy that was dressed as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, who had the girls foolish admiration. And knowing that it was this boy, instead of a stranger or the monster she had originally feared it to be, instantly calmed down little Fifer, extinguishing her worry.
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