so. any tea about the creeper?
IF ONLY, my dear anon. If only we had any tea to spill. Trust me, if we knew who it was, it’d be front-page news in the Plath Post. Better yet, that creep would be out of here. We’re in the dark just like you are, babe. If only we knew who they were, what they were doing here, why they were terrorizing our school. All we can do is wait: for the next clue, the next injury, the next death. But let’s go over what we know so far, huh? A little brainstorming sesh never hurt anybody.
They’re OBSERVANT. They know about our hobbies. Our families. Where we came from. Why we were sent here in the first place. Now either they broke into the principal’s office and and stole all our files, or they’ve been watching us. Very closely.
They’re HORNY, bordering on obsessive when it comes to the ladies. They also have a thing with giving flowers to pretty girls (and the occasional boy). Yikes.
They WORK ALONE. I’m not so sure that that’s true, especially with people claiming to be their partner-in-crime. But they do seem to have a soft spot for horror-buff Jimmy St. Clair. Interesting.
They have an obsession with CLEANLINESS. They want to scrub us all from the inside-out–especially those of us who tend to make a mess. THEY are the only one who is allowed to make things dirty again.
–But also a penchant for violence, not to mention BLOOD AND GORE. Fingers. Arms. Legs. Guts. Just hack it ‘em all off. Good thing God gave us spare parts, huh? That goes for eyeballs, too. Shit.
They’re UNIDENTIFIABLE. They cloak themselves in black and wear a stupid, cliché Ghostface mask. And if that isn’t enough, anything they say is distorted by a strange little gadget. Of course it is. (But apparently they smell like mice.)
And they’re CUNNING. It would be all too easy to torture people in person, but instead they do it from afar. Hiding traps, hurting people while they’re unconscious. In other words, they’re a sneaky motherfucker. There’s only two people I can think of that they hurt in person, and neither of them lived to tell the tale.
But at the same time, they’re THEATRICAL. They want to remain hidden, but they want all the credit for their “performances.” Every trap has to be a Rube Goldberg device. Every gift has to come with a note. Some even come on audiobook.
Did our little overview give anyone any ideas yet? I know I’m still stumped. SHIT. WILL SOMEONE JUST CATCH THIS DAMN CREEPER ALREADY?
@xlwaysthere (we’ve got our eyes on you, too)
