Summary: Rookie Cop Leon Kennedy gains an unknown admirer
Tags: Stalking, Obsession
Word Count: 800
'Another late night doll? You know it's not good for you.'
Leon frowned, staring down at the text message. He was in the midst of alphabetically sorting police reports in the file room when his phone vibrated. Wanting a break from the stacks of endless paperwork, he grabbed it, only to see a text from an unknown number. It was weird, seeing as it was his first week in Raccoon City and he didn't know anyone well enough to fork over his number, much less call him doll. But maybe it was a prank? Another hazing ritual his coworkers were doing to him? He decided to play along.
'i know, lol. Got 2 finish sum work b4 tmrw.' Leon texted back, before setting his phone back on the desk, turning his attention back to the old, weathered files scattered across the desk. He only began to settle back in the rickety desk chair when his phone buzzed again, and he saw it was another text from an unknown number.
'You're too nice, sweetheart. You should've told that older cop to shove it when they asked you to cover for them.'
Leon raised an eyebrow, re-reading the message. He had been one of the few people remaining in the precinct for the night when the front desk officer approached him strong-arming Leon into taking over their alphabetizing project, dropping the boxes of mixed files on his desk when they left. He was annoyed because it wasn't the first time they pulled this stunt, but as the new hire, his complaints fell on deaf ears.
'How do u know?' Leon texted back hesitantly, his fingers lingering over the text pad. 'Who is this?"
His eyes darted around the empty room, searching for someone hiding in a corner, ready to jump out at him. It was empty with the quiet hum of the radiator his only company for the night. Rubbing his eyes, Leon set the phone back down to resume his sorting when his phone buzzed again. He ignored it in favor of his work, placing the remaining files into the rusty dented file cabinet and locking it shut, a sense of relief washing over him. Finally, he could go back to his motel and get some much-deserved rest.
Getting up from the desk, Leon stretched, feeling his bones crackle and pop from his extended time sitting. Straightening up, Leon's gaze hovered over his phone and he couldn't help but pick it up, curious to see if the anonymous person was still texting him.
You can call me your secret admirer. I've had my eye on you for a long time, cutie.
Leon rolled his eyes at the nickname as he headed down to the locker rooms to change into civilian clothing. It was bad enough that he was stuck doing someone else's work, but now he was getting called cutesy nicknames by some nameless weirdo.
I'm not cute, or a doll. dont call me that, it's gross
Leon barely managed to put away his phone when it buzzed again as he reached his locker.
Leon baby, if I say you're my doll, you're my doll. And I can't wait for you to be mine.
A shiver ran down his spine reading the response, feeling an ominous threat behind those words. Now he was certain it wasn't any of the cops in the precinct. His coworkers would never joke around like this towards him. They were into slapstick comedy like tripping a guy or gluing his desk on the ceiling, not whatever this was.
'i'm not gunna b urs, r u crazy?' Leon typed back quickly, scowling at his phone. 'u need help, pls lose my number.'
After hitting send, Leon blocked the number immediately, his arms prickling with sweat. Who the hell was that and how did they get his number? Maybe his ex-girlfriend posted it on Craigslist to get back at him for the breakup or maybe it was a coworker? A sicko who wanted to give him a real good scare. Whatever it was, he wanted no part of it.
Reaching his locker, he fiddled with the rusty combination lock, jerking it around until it was forced open. Swinging the creaky metal door, Leon froze at the sight. Inside, laid on top of his neatly stacked clothing was a picture of him sitting at the receptionist's desk, sorting files. The feeling of dread washed over him as he shakily reached out and picked it up. Staring at this in disbelief, Leon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. His hands began to tremble violently as he took out his phone and read a text from another unknown number.
'Did you enjoy my gift doll?'
'There's no use blocking me.'
I told you, you're going to be mine.'
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