Making new friends

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>It's your first day back to school after winter vacation

>You are sitting in the middle of the class room

>Your teacher brings a pale skinned girl with long stringy pink hair

>"class this is our new student Pinkamena Diane pie. Do you want to tell the class a little about your self?"

>she just stands there with a creepy grin on her face and starts to breathe heavily

>"um okay why don't you just have a seat"

>she sits right next to you

>she turns to you with the same grin and "hello" followed by a creepy giggle

how do you respond?

 

 

 

"Hi"

>English Class proceeds as normal

>Pinkamena is very quiet and doesn't even answer some of the questions given

>Just stares at her book

>ninjapeek.jpg

>See photo, can't exactly make it out

>She looks at me

>Keep eye contact with my own book

>Not sure if she noticed my awesome peeking skills

>She pulls end cover of the book up

>Yup she spotted me

 

 

Oks

>Class ends

>Everyone leaves for there next class

>Pinkamena is still sitting down

>Decide to ask her

"Hey, sorry I never introduced myself."

>She's motionless

"Our English teacher can be a real pain in the ass if we talk during his class. My names Anon by the way"

>She finally raises her head and looks at me

>Its like the light in her eyes have...gone

>Awkward silence

"So...what class do you have next?"

>Her head faces her desk again

>"...Math"

>Did...Did she just reply?

 

Sorry if I'm going into too much detail. This is my first write

 

>A little surprised from her reply I follow up

"Uh, Me too!"

>No reply

>Make a joke to see if I can get her to reply again

Heh, who knows! we might end up siting next to each other again

>No reply, no movement, not even a giggle

>I'm guessing at this point it's, well pointless to ask her if she wants to go to class together

>Seeing as I made a joke about sitting next to each other

>Be a beta and wuss out at the opportunity

"Well I guess I'll see you there"

>Head out the door taking one last glance before I head off

>Nope, not even a smirk

>It couldn't have been that bad of a joke...could it?

 

I'm gonna use a name so you guys know who's writing this. And again thanks for the feedback

>Be walking to class

>Realizing how much of an idiot I was in front of Pinkamena

>"Hey! Anon!"

>Be bro from class

>"So, you stayed back to chat up the new kid huh?"

Easier said than done

>"Oh losing your touch?"

>Punches me in the rib

Ngh! No she...I dunno she just seems like the quiet type...Very quiet type...

>Bell rings

>"Crap! Gonna be late! Talk to ya at recess Anon!"

>Gone before I could even reply

> Make it to math class and take my seat

>No sign of Pinkamena

>Thinking back over the situation with her, she only said one word to me

>And that photo, what was it of?

>Class about to start just as Pinkamena walks in the door

>Takes her seat...Next to me

 

>Well, looks like we are sitting next to each other

>Look at her

>She looks at me

>I smile awkwardly

>She turns back to her book

>Smile turns to frown as I turn back to my book

>Whats with her? Girls were never this strange when I talked to them

>They either ignored me or said "Not interested"

>Idea pops into my head

>If I can't get her to talk, I'll get her to write!

>Write down "Hey, I would talk to you during class but, well, If you think the English teachers an ass, you haven't met our math teacher hehe"

>Pass note to her

>She looks at it, then to me, then back to it until she finally opens it

>I look at her to see if I can get a reaction

>She stares at it for a minute until she finally decides to write

>Well, at least she's writing back

>She pass the note back to me

>I casually unfold the letter and begin to read

>"Thanks"

>Again only one word, even on paper

>But still even saying that It confused me a little

>Thanks? For what?

>I think you all know what I wrote down next

>I pass the letter to her

>Unfolds it and after only a few seconds begins to write

 

>She passes the letter back to me

>"Chance"

>Chance? OK now I'm definitely confused

>Could she be illiterate? A foreigner perhaps?

>She probably knows only a few words

>But then again that'd be jumping to conclusions

>Still though "Chance"?

>What could the mean

>Wait...Could it mean...giving her a chance?

>Does she have any other friends? Or maybe I'm her first.

>Maybe she's antisocial?

All these questions were cycling through my head until

>"ANON!"

GAH!!

>"Pay attention!"

Oh, uh, Sorry Mr's Slutsky I-I mean Mr's Rutsky

>That feel when you call you're teacher by her nickname

>She glares at me

>Oh boy

>"Principals office. Now!"

>Fuck my life

>Be heading out the door

>Take a glance back at Pinkamena

>She's fucking glare at Mr's Slutsky

>I mean, seriously if looks could fucking kill

>Get shooed out by Mr's cuntwhocan'ttakeajoke

 

>Be walking to Principals office

>Still thinking about what "Chance" meant

>Maybe I'm just over thinking it

>But that stare...Man the it's like she had a killers motive

>Anyways arrive at office

>Mr's Slutsky arrives

>Get scolded

>Usually "You should have more respect for your teachers"

>get let off with a warning

>Recess begins

>Entire class thanks me for getting a free math class

>No sign of Pinkamena

>Ask Rita

>"Oh, you mean the weirdo? She's I don't think she left the room yet"

>About to head off to the room until

>"Hey"

>Rita stops me and with a smirk says

>"You like her, don't you?"

Wha-?! Well, I was just trying to-

>"Relax, I'm just kidding, but, why don't you invite her to lunch with us? You know, me, Desmond(My Bro) and Rebecca?"

>Awesome Rita, is awesome

>Seriously, why didn't I think of that before?

That's a great idea! I'll get her WRITE<See what I did there? away!

>Rush to math class room to find Pinkamena

>She's no there

Dang it...

>Turn around to leave room

>It's Pinkamena's in front of the door

>Her heads facing the ground

>I can just barely make out her face

>It's motionless as usually

>Walk over to her

Hey! I was looking for you! How was math the class?

>Her face almost immediately turns into something like that glare from before

>Stop dead in my tracks

>Awkward silence for what seems nearly all of recess

>Seriously I can't even describe her face it looks so agrivated

>Get the balls to ask

Hey Pinky?

>Her face turns to a shocked expression

Are you OK

>She looks at me, still with the same expression

>She walks up to me

>Be a man and not move

>Still looking up at me

 

>Her head faces the floor again

>"...Yes"

>Still a little in "Shit pants" mode

>Could Pinky have been a nickname kids gave her when she was younger?

>Was it a trigger word that I shouldn't say?

>Better play it safe and call her Pinkamena

>Remember Rita's plan

>Grin while asking

"Hey Pinkamena, Myself and some of my friends are all have lunch together. You wanna join? Desmond can be a bit of a dick but Rita is-">"Pinky..."

>Bit of a pause

>Oh boy, that wasn't a trigger word was it?

>Is she not gonna talk to me over that ever again?

>Should I appologi-

>"Call me Pinky..."

>She looks up to me with a smile so cute and friendly that I just wanted to hug the shit out of her

>And what's this? More than one word? PROGRESS

>Smile back and say

Roger that! hehe!

>Bell rings

>Was it really that long

"So what class do you have next?"

>Oh, I got geography, you?

>HOLY SHIT!!! Sentences!!

Uh I got History

>Her face drops

>"Oh...Oh well... so, uh, who's the history teacher?"

>Her words started to fall apart, like she lost something

>I reply

Oh, the same teacher as the math teacher. Fancy that huh?

>She faces the floor again

>Can't make out her face

>Long silence

Well

>I break it

uh, I guess I'll see you after school then Pinky See ya!

>As I pass her by she say's

>"...Yeah...See you..."

 

>Be in History class

>Learning abou-do you really want to know what I learned in history?

>Fastforward to after school

>No sign of Pinky anywhere

>Remember Rita has Geography instead of History

>Text her to see if she's around

>"Yeah, I'm just coming out of Geography now! I'll be right down!"

>Ask if Pinky is with her

>No reply

>Be waiting for Rita Just at the door of the school

>Thinking about Pinky

>So I guess it is a safe name to use

>I wonder how she got it?

>I'm also wondering why her face dropped

>Was it because she's gonna miss me?

>Has she grown fond of me?

>Suddenly

>"Boo."

Gh!

>"You really are easy to scare you know that?"

>Its Rita with her mischievous grin

Don't sneak up on me like that!

>Chuckling away to her self she asks

>"So you really DO like the new kid

>She shows me the text I sent her

No! We're just friends!

>"Friends? Is that why you didn't come to lunch? So you could hang out with her?"

Wha-?

>"Or, maybe you wanted time alone with her"

>Again with that grin

You got it all wrong, she-

>"Is in trouble"

>wat

You, uh...You wanna run that by me again?

>"Well, to sum it up Mr's slutsky asked "Pinky" a question"

>OK we get it, you think I like her

>"She wouldn't answer, Mr's slut yelled at her to answer and Pink stuff slammed her books off her desk

>"Now she's being held back in detention"

>....What the hell?

 

>Rita and I are walking home

>"You certainly know how to pick em you know that?"

Oh, give it a rest all ready!

>But seriously though, what's with Pinky?

>First she was she and barely said a word

>Then She's all smiles and friendly

>Now she's slamming books in what is like a fit of rage?

>It doesn't make any sense

>Arrive home

>Invite Rita in

>"Nah I'd say I'm just gonna head on home, besides, I already said I'd text Rebecca when I get home so she can call up"

OK, I'll see ya tomorrow at school!

>"See yas!"

>Open door to my house say

I'm back!

>No response

>Check in the living room

>No one there

>check Kitchen

>See letter

>"Anon, Got called in late to work today, dinner in the oven -Mom"

>Home Alone again

>At this stage I'm waiting for harry and Marv to break into my house and slap my shit

>Begin to eat dinner

>Can't get the thought of Pinky's Randomness out of my head

>Does she have a multi-personality?

>I can't figure her out at all

>Finish dinner

>Go upstairs to my room

>Go on laptop

>Login into Facebook to see new friend request

 

>It's Pinky

>I couldn't believe it!

>Accept friend request? HELL YE-Wait...

How could she have found me already? All she knew was first name.

>The weirdest part is that My Avatar isn't even my face

>How did she know which one to pick?

>Am I over thinking this?

>No, I couldn't be

>How the hell did she...?

>Leave it unchecked for now and log out

>Too freaked out over everything

>Watch TV for the rest of the night

>Can't get over the fact that Pinky knew which account to send a friend request to

>Drift off to sleep while watching season 3 of mlp

 

>Be day 2 of meeting Pinky

>Get my shit sorted for school

>First class in the morning is Mr's slutsky's Math class

>Oh joy

>Be walking to school thinking about the events that happened the other day

>Even through out it all, I still can't figure Pinky out

>She seemed like the quite type

>But to go from timid to troublesome...

>And that glare...I still can't get it out of my head

>I'll try and talk to her again if I get the chance

>After all, she is my friend...right?

 

>Arrive at school

>Police are also there

>Confused as fuck

>See Rebecca

>Ask her what's going on

>She's got the most shocked look I've ever seen

>"ohmygoditsterribleiveneverheardofanythinglikethishappenin-"

Hey! slow down will ya?!

>She catches her breath and begins to calm down

Now, what's up?

>"Anon it's...It's terrible!"

>She's trembling at this stage

>Chocking on her tears she struggles to say

>"Mr's Rutsky...she..."

>Theres a bit of pause until finally she says

>"She's dead..."

 

>Almost collapsing to the ground, she can't bare to lift her head up and faces the floor

>I didn't know what to say

>I thought part of me would've been glad that she would go away, but to this extreme?

>Ordinarily I'd ask how she passed on

>but with Rebecca in her state, I felt she found it hard enough to tell me about Rutsky's demise

>I comforted Rebecca until I spotted Desmond

>He was talking to 2 Police officers

>Why was he being questioned? Could he have been a witness?

>He couldn't be a suspect, the man would give his arm to protect someone else

>Or...Maybe he was there while it happened

>"Hey"

>Fucking Rita out of nowhere

>Turning around to scold her, I noticed she wasn't herself

>With a frown, she spoke

>"So, I guess you heard the news huh?"

Yeah...

>Part of me wanted to tell Rita that Desmond was over there

>But talking to 2 officers?

>I didn't want the others to worry about him

>Especially Rebecca, She'd been through enough already

>But maybe Rita knew already

>Carefully, I asked Rita

How's Desmond?

>"I'm not sure...I don't even know where he is"

>Looking back over at Desmond, I noticed the officers were gone

>Now was the time

I spotted him. He's over there

>Pointing in the direction he was in, he was still there in deep thought

>From what I can guess about the events that occured today

>I tried calling him over

"Can't hear me"

>"Then lets go over to him, you coming Becs?"

>Rebecca was still facing the floor unable to get over the loss of her teacher

>Rita looked at me then whispered

>"I'll stay here with Rebecca"

> I figured as much

>She continued

>"try to get Desmond over here if you can, after all, she likes him the most"

>And with that, I started walking towards Desmond

>Taking a glance back to see how she was coping

>Rebecca was in Rita's arms, no doubt bawing her eyes out

>Turning back towards Desmond he was still there

 

>Before I could reach him, he spotted me, and began walking towards me

>Walking towards each other, I noticed a figure at the tree near the gate

>Was that-

>"Anon, bro, you hear the news"

Yeah man, Jesus...

>"I know right?"

>We were both quiet, unable to think of what to say, still in shock

>I glanced over at the tree, the figure had gone

>"What's up?"

>Desmond saw me looking towards the tree

>Gotta work on my peeking skills

Nothing, I... I just thought I saw someone

>"Hmm..Oh, speaking of seeing someone, you haven't seen Rita or Rebecca around, have you?"

>Remembering why I went over to him in the first place I say

Oh yeah! they're over there!

>Pointing over to where they were, Rebecca was still in Rita's arms

>"Well then, lets go!"

>Before we headed towards them I held Desmond back to ask him what I couldn't ask Rebecca

>I needed to know

Hey Des, Do you... Know how she... well, bit the dust?

>Desmonds face sunk and remained quiet for a few seconds until he said

>"Of course I do"

>Of course? Wait, did he...?

>With his face still down he continued

>"I'm the one that found her"

>Oh Christ...

Dude...I'm...I-

>"I'll tell you the details later"

>I'm guessing that would be best

>I'm also guessing that's why the officers were talking to him

>"Right now, lets just head over to Becs and Rita"

 

>No school thanks to the events that occurred today

>To try and get Rebeccas mind off the whole situation we decided to hit the town

>We were more or less just walking around aimlessly

>Until our legs were killing us

>We found a bench that was coincidentally near a shop

>I was getting a bit peckish, seeing as it was about break time if we had school today

>I spoke up

I'm going to the shop! you guys want anything?

>"No thanks"

>The only reply I got back and it was from Rita

>Rebecca was holding onto Desmonds arm

>She hasn't said a word since she told me the bad news

Well, uh, OK. Be back in a minute!

>Walking across the street, I heard a couple of people talking about the events that happened in school

>Desmond still had not told me how and where he found Rutsky

>But then again how could he?

>Rebecca was like he's little sister, clinging to him as much as she could

>Letting out a sigh I arrived at the shop to get a coke

>As I went to pick it up

>"Hey"

>That voice

>I turned around to find Pinky

>Pale skin and straight long pink hair

>All smiles

>She was very happy to see me

>Of course I was happy too

>Just not as much as she was

>To be that happy on a day like today?

>Maybe it's because of the day off

>I mean, she does know why we are off school today right?

 

>As much as I hate to wipe that smile off her face, I speak up to tell her the news

"Hey Pinky, what's up? Did you hear the news?"

>She looks a little confused

>As I thought she doesn't know

>I continue

About Mr's Rutsky?

>Her face turns to a realized

>"Oh yeah! I heard about that!"

>So not only does she know

>But she goes back to smiling?

>Like she didn't even care

>OK, granted it was her first time at school yesterday and she didn't know anyone

>It still doesn't mean she should be happy she got a day off school because a teacher died

Uh, well, aren't you upset?

>She looked confused again

>"Why?"

>Is she Serious?!

Pinky, a teacher died

>With Pinky looking a little shocked, I continued

I know its good that we got a day off school and all, but it's almost like you're celebrating a teachers death

>Pinky faced the floor like before when we first met

>There was silence for a moment

>I walked passed her and spoke yet again

Anyways, my friends are waiting for me across the street so I'll se-

>"Friends..."

>She interrupted me quietly

>I spoke again

Yes, my friends

>She stood motionless with her back turned to me

>"Anon.."

>She asked almost inaudibly

>"Am I...Also you're friend?"

>Of course I am, why would she even...wait...is this about-

>"Am I?"

>She asked a lot more sternly

>Knowing Pinky, that didn't sound like her

>I hesitantly replied

Y-yes

>Another silence that lasted only until I took a step closer to the door

>She spoke again

>"Then...How come you didn't accept my friend request last night?"

>Oh she had to bring that up...

>I thought quickly and replied

Yeah about that, how did you find my account?

>Her answers and replies were slower then before

>"Mr's Rutsky told me in detention when I asked her"

>Yeah right...

>I confronted her about it, saying

Mr's rutsky doesn't even know...didn't even know what Facebook was

>She turned to face whilst saying

>"No, not your account"

>She was now facing me with eyes that would stare down a lion they were so terrifying

>"your name" she continued

>I was ready to shit bricks

>"Your full name" she finished

 

>With a stare that would make a banshee shit itself, I was at a loss for words

>"Now answer my question," She said loudly

>Her eyes now piercing me and her fists clenched

>She continued

>"Why didn't you accept my request?!"

>The people in the shop stopped in there tracks for a minute to observe the situation, then went about there own business

>Still at a loss for words I tried to calm down

>But there she was, giving me the same glare she gave Mr's rutsky

>I...I was scared and hastily replied

I...I didn't even know that you sent me one

>Her glare turned to one of surprised

>I reassured her that I didn't know by following up

I didn't even log in last night

>She faced the ground again

>"Really?" she asked calmly

>I replied with a trembling yes

>There was a silence and I mean a silence

>A silence so quiet you, couldn't even hear a car drive by or a footstep in the shop

>She began to walk towards me

>I was frozen in fear...I couldn't move

>She was in front of me now

>Raising her head so that her face could meet mine

>"Will you accept it tonight?" She asked?

 

>Accept her friend request?

>There was literally a cold breeze going up my spin when she asked me

>At the risk of being glared at again, I answered nervously

Y-yeah, when I'm on next time, I'll accept it

>I hope that was convincing enough

>There was another silence, until she smiled and said

>"You better!"

>She was back to being friendly again...

>She continued

>"So you said you were hanging around with your friends right?"

>She was borderland psycho one minute and now...?

>She passed me and went outside the shop

>"As much as I'd like to meet them, I'm afraid I got some chores to do at home"

>What...

>"I'll see you later! And don't forget about my friend request!"

>"And if you don't..."

>My eyes widened as I fearfully turned to face her

>"I'll never forgive you!" She said, playfully sticking out her tongue.

>What am I after making friends with...?

 

>The day carried on until late in the evening

>Des and Rebecca decide to chill at Rebeccas place

>Rita decides to head home

>Before Rebecca and I part ways she asks

>"Hey, you've been quiet for awhile, what's up?"

>Should I tell her about what I witnessed in the shop?

>Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions

>Maybe she was still angry at Mr's Rutsky for giving her detention and accidently took it out on me

>I mean come on, it was just a friend request

>Its not like a missed my own wedding right?

>"Anon."

Oh uh, sorry Rita. I'm just thinking about a few things

>Yeah more like over thinking

>"Still shook up about Rutsky, huh?"

>Girl, you got no fucking clue what I've been through today

>This is driving me crazy

>I need to tell someone about Pinky

>Now

Rita...

>Rita looking at me with concern

>"You OK Anon?"

 

>I'm still unsure about this, so maybe I should ask Rita what she thinks Pinky is like

Rita...What do you make of Pinkamena?

>Rita looking at me with a bit of confusion

>"That's what was on your mind all day? Pinkamena?"

It's not like that its...

>Rita remained quiet to hear me out

I just need to know what she's like around you

>"What, you mean like, what do I make of her?"

Yes

>I answered faster than I should have

>Still I needed answers

>Still a little confused she gave me the best answer she could

>"Well, seeing as I've only been in one of her classes I..."

>She paused for a moment

>"Look" She continued

>"I know you like her and all but I just think she's down right weird"

>"I mean at the start I thought she was just a quiet girl"

>"But when she slammed that book down in class yesterday..."

>She paused again, only this was a much longer pause

>It was like...she was a whole different person...and that..."

>That what?

>"Look anon its getting late I think I'm just gonna hea-

What?!

>I interrupted

That what?

>Rita had a startled look

>She continued nonetheless

>"That...glare"

 

>Glare...

>"Can I go now?"

>She said while being a bit annoyed with me

>I wouldn't blame her, I was a bit rude

Rita I'm sorry, its just...

>I was still in debate about telling her

>I needed to think this through more before I tell her what I saw

>After all it could be a misunderstanding

>But Rita did say that she saw her glare...

>"Just what?"

........Nothing, I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow at school

>I hurried in to my house without looking back

>Not giving her a chance to speak

>Locking the door behind me

>....Glare

>Thinking back gives nightmares when she glared at me

>I couldn't get it out of my head

>She's shy

>Shy's friendly

>She's unpredictable

>She got detention...

>Detention

>Pinky was the only one there as far as I know

>If what Rita says is true then...

>Pinky must really hate Rutsky

>But, she wouldn't attack her

>She wouldn't attack anyone...right?

I mean sure she'd freak you out with that glare

>But still, she wouldn't go that far

>No, she couldn't have

>I shouldn't be over thinking stuff like that

>But still, I can't believe I'm starting to think that pinky is insane

>On top of that...I can't figure her out

 

>Text tone ahoy!

>It's Desmond

>"Sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you the details about Mr's Rutsky bro"

>I more or less wouldn't blame you man

>I finished reading the text

>"If you want I can text you the info?"

>"I would ring you but Becs is asleep on my arm"

>Reply

It's all good bro! If you wouldn't mind man. Could you?

>A lot of shit's been going through my head up until I got home

>I need to know where Pinky was at the time

>Waiting for his text. From the looks its going to be a long one

>Still thinking about who else got detention

>No one I know pops in to my mind

>mgsitemdrop/texttone.wav

>Open that message as fast as I can

>"Alright, but it's pretty graphic"

>"And I'm also telling you this because you're my bro"

>"I came to school early to set up my presentation for T.V and media modes"

>"I was walking down the corridor, when I saw a pool of red liquid outside one of the doors"

>"I thought someone spilled some coolaid or some shit but no"

>"It was blood man...and a fucking lot of it"

>"I opened the door and, well..."

 

 

>That was the end of the message

>He must be sending me another one

>A pool of red liquid outside the door...Which one?

>I waited for the next text

>I'm terrified at this point

>A thousand questions going through my head

>Was it Mr's Rutsky?

>Did she kill herself?

>Was she murdered?

>Text message goes off

>I opened the message at sanic speed

>"It was Mr's Rutsky"

>That answered one question

>"She had like 30 stab wounds"

>That...unfortunately answers the other question

>"I didn't stick around for too long"

>"I just ran right to the Principles office"

>"They thought I was trippin balls"

>"Until they found her...Man"

>"Did they have a load of questions for me"

>That was all, I wanted to know what room she was found in

>Just to put my mind at ease I replied

Shit man....That's fucked up! What room was she in

>I waited again for him to reply

>It was confirmed

>She was murdered

>Was it really....Pinkamena that did her in?

>What the fuck am I asking myself?

>I know she freaked me out and all and well again if looks could kill

>The keyword being "could"

>She also freaked out Rita with that glare though

>But Pinkamena wouldn't do that

>Besides, even if Pinkamena was going to be a suspect then Mr's Rutsky would've been found in-

>Text tone goes off I opened the message

>"The detention room"

 

>No....The Detention....

>I...am once again...at a loss for words

>Could Pinkamena really have been a suspect?

>I know I said before that her glare was terriffying

>but to kill some one?

>OK calm down

>Maybe it was just coincedence

>Maybe someone else murdered Mr's Rutsky

>But no matter how much I think about

>The more it keeps coming back to Pinkamena...

>And when I think about her the only thing I can see is either that super cute smile

>Or that glare

>Could...could she have the potential to kill someone?

>And there I go again thinking she's a psychopath

>But, was she the last one to see Mr's Rutsky?

>Maybe she saw who she was with?

>Or maybe the others that were in Detention with-

>The Detention list

>The list is usually outside the door isn't it?

>Hastly pressing the buttons, I texted to see if Desmond saw the detention list

>The message was sent

 

>Waiting for the text message I went upstairs to my room

>Skipping my dinner in the progress

>Like I was able to eat at a time like this

>Entering my room I saw my laptop

>Remembering the events that unfolded in the shop today

>I still wondered why Pinkamena was so upset about the whole friend request thing

>I can only imagine what she'd do if you made her mad...

>And again the thought of her murdering her teacher entered my head

>I guess in fear I decided to power on my laptop and login to accept the request and log off

>As the laptop powered on I got a reply from desmond

>I've never opened a message faster in my life

>It was like I was texting a girl I like

>"Nope"

>Damn

>The message continued

>"like I said I ran straight for the principles office, sorry man"

>After receiving the message I replied

Oh don't worry about it man! I'll see you at school tomorrow! I won't tell anyone what you told me! Night bro!

>With the laptop powered on, I logged in to accept the friend request

>Straight after I did I saw she was logged on and I logged out

>Like I was going to chat with her at a time like this

>In 2 minds wondering if she was a murderer or not

>Asking if she was the only one in detention

>Phone message went off

>"No prob man! See you tommorrow"

>With that cleared I began to think

>Pinkamena was angry with her

>And it's not the first time she glared at Mr's Rutsky

>Why do I keep thinking to myself that's enough to deem her a killer?

>I know that glare was scary but...

>I'm just repeating questions...

 

>Phone rings

>Private number

>Must be Desmond, but, wasn't Rebecca asleep in his arms?

>Shrug and answer the phone anyway

Hello?

>There's no response

>I repeat my self

Hello?

>"Heeeey"

>My eyes widened at the familur voice

>It was Pinkamena

>How the hell did she get my phone number?!

>She continued

>"Whats up?"

>I'm speechless and struggle to find words

>"Anoooon, I know you're there"

>She said playfully

>Being freaked out doesn't exactly speed up my response

>"It's OK you don't need to talk, just listen"

>How could I talk anyway When I'm in utter shock

>"I wanted to apologize for my little spat at the shop today"

 

>Realizing it was an apology I spoke up

Oh that's OK Pinky

>My nerves calming

It was a tough day for all of us

>I felt comfortable talking to her again

>Sure she was angry but-

>"Yeah..." She said softly

>She was probably upset about Mr's Rutsky too

>But just tried to hide it

>"After all, she was causing us problems FUCKING BITCH!"

>I pulled the phone away from my ear from the surprise

>I also heard something smash through the phone

>I stared at my phone

>I was beginning to regret answering it

>What was I gonna do hang?

>And what would that solve? If she went as far as to get my number and my full na...

>She said early she got my name from Mr's Rutsky

>But just now she called her a bitch...

>Could she have really...

>As much as I din't want to, I had to

>I slowly raised the phone to my ear

>I could hear her breathing heavily

>I swallowed, hard and spoke

P-Pinky?

>Her breathing starting to revert to a normal pace

You were at Detention right?

 

>"Huh?" she replied, a little puzzled

>"Yeah, I was"

>Her voice returned to a calmer tone

>I'm amazed at how she can change her personality

>Seriously friendly one second and angry the next

>Fearing about what reaction she'd give off next, I continued

D-did you know where Mr's Rutsky was at the time?

>Almost instantly, I got back a reply

>"She was in the detention room with me, duh!"

>Wait, "In the detention room with me?"

>Was she the only one with her?

>I had to know

Were you alone with her?

>I asked immediately and without thinking

>I could hear chuckling on the other side of the phone

>I was both agrivated and scared at the same time

>I had to contain myself from yelling at her

>"What are you saying all of a sudden"

>Was...was she playing with me?

>Does she think that this is all a game?

>Well its not

>Its a green text

Pinky...please...

>Her chuckling stopped

I need to know...

>I finished

>There was a silence

>"Anon..."

>She said softly followed by another silence

>"Am I worrying you?"

>At this point yes

>It worried me so much that I actually believe she killed Mr's Rutsky

>I didn't answered her and yet she continued

>"I'd never want to make you worry"

>"Besides, Why do you want to know such things?"

>I needed closure, I needed to be sure she didn't resort to a horrible feat

>"I mean from what you're saying," she continued

>"You'd think I...killed her... or something"

 

>I couldn't breath

>Its almost like she punched me so hard that my lungs collapsed

>To say something like that in a quiet tone

>Was she...scaring me on purpose?

>Does she know what I am trying to ask?

>Did she feel accused

>"WELL?! ANSWER ME!" she screamed

>Right now I'm in shitpants mode

>She's reverted back to Psycho mode

Uh I...

>I said weakly

>I tried to think

>Being shouted at by her would certainly make you lose you're ability to do almost...anything

I was just wondering if you were there

>Still thinking of what to say I continued

S-so after school, we could walk home together

>I'm not sure if she was buying this or not

I never expected you to get detention, that's all

>There was silence

>She started chuckling again

>I was a nervous wreck

>I didn't know what to expect anymore...

>Her chuckling turned to laughter

>"Jeez" She finally said

>"I didn't know you liked me that much anon"

>Oh no...

>"Anyway I just called to apologize, I'll see ya at school tomorrow! Nighty night"

>What have I done?....

>"Oh and anon"

>Listening intently, I gripped my phone tighter

>"If you accuse me like that again..."

>I don't want to know what she's going to say next

>But if I hang up now...

>"...You just might end up like...Mr's Rutsky"

>My pupils shrunk, my eye's couldn't be more wide at this point

>She started chuckling again

>Her chuckling turned to laughter

>Her laughter...

>It's like it exploded into something only a psych ward nurse could describe

>"*click*-----"

>She hung up....

 

>Day 3 since I've met Pinkamena

>Still lying in bed thinking

>Last night was one of the most sleepless nights I've ever had in my life

>Everything Pinkamena said

>The bizarre laughter

>The personality switch

>It was all slowly adding up that she may have killed Mr's Rutsky,

>Or she was completely insane

>I get up out of bed, shower, breakfast, the morning routine in general

>Be getting shit sorted for school

>Check my phone before I head off

>No messages or missed calls

>Determined to see if Pinkamena had anything to do with the Mr's Rutsky demise, I set off for school

>Remember the detention list

>If I can see the list then it would either render Pinkamena the prime suspect or just a suspect

>Bolt to school as fast as I can

 

>Arrive at school

>Rush to the detention room

>Bump into Desmond

>"Hey, man whats-"

>Rush past him to get to Detention room

>I needed to know

>I MUST know

>Arrive at Detention room

>Its unlocked

>Open door

>Someones in here crouching

Excuse me

>I started

Sorry for the intrusion, but have you seen the-

>"Hold on a sec"

>...that voice

>The person stands up and turns around to reveal herself

>Pinkamena...

>The sound of something like a chainsaw fills the room

>My heart stopped...

 

>Peering Beyond her, I find the source of the sound

>She was shredding paper

>Thank fuck it wasn't what I thought it was

>Looking back at her she was smiling

>Her smile looks so adorable but I know of her personality

>Especially after last night

>"Well, fancy meeting you here Anon!" She started

>She was Walking towards me

>I tried not to flee in terror

>Now basically face to face with me, I caught a glimpse of her eyes

>They were half shut and the glimmering light in them had completley gone

>There was nothing more then a dark eye'd Pinkamena smiling at me

>"So, whats up?" She continued

>She was so confident from when we first met

>Struggling to smile or even form words

>Until finally I remember why I came to the detention room in the first place

H-Hey, Pinky um...

>The way she looked at me was almost as terrifying as the glare she gave me before at the shop

>And she was being friendly... right?

>I continued

H-Have you seen the uh, the Detention list?

 

>"Huh? Why?" she responded normally

>I had to think of something quick

>Anything, just to get that list

The principle

>I spoke

Wanted me to get it for him

>She looked confused until

>Then surprised, she then faced her head down and stared at the floor

>Oh crap...

>There was a silence

>I didn't dare move or say a word until she did

>Almost as fast as lightning striking, she pushed her left hand forward past me to close the door

>Throughout the room, all I could hear was the echoing of the door being shut

>I flinched, I couldn't move, I'll be honest, I was scared

>She looked up at me with wide soulless eyes

>"That's funny" she finally spoke

>"The principle told me to retrieve it for him"

>I really should've thought this through....

>I had to man up

>I had to tell her to stop this scaring bullshit

>She might be acting this way just to avoid being yelled at

>If I put her in her place, she might treat me like a person again

>I put my hands on her shoulders

>Her eyes widened

 

Pinky

>I said in a stern voice

I need to see that Detention list

>There was a long silence

>She faced down

>Had I gotten to her?

>I didn't stray from looking at her

>I kept a firm grip and eye on her to show my confidence

>"Then why did you lie..." she said unexpectedly

>Catching me off gaurd with her response and making me feel guilty for lying, she continued

>"You must have a lot on your mind if you want to see this list, right?"

>She was right, I did have a load on my mind....

>"Bad things from the looks of it"

>She started raising her head slowly

>"No...not bad things...."

>"Could it be...that you...think...I"

ENOUGH!!!

>I yelled at the top of my voice

>Startled she pulled her head back

>I was staring at her, angrily

>I truly had enough of her

>I wanted to know!

>I needed to know!

>I deserve to know who was here with her

 

>She faced the floor slowly

>She was faintly smiling

>"So...you really want to see it huh?"

>Did I break her?

>Did I win?

>She looked up at me again with her eyes half shut and grinning

>She glanced over at the shredder behind her

>Then back to me

>...she didn't...

>"I think you'll find what you're looking for"

>"in there...though you'll be disappointed" she said snickering to herself

>She was about to leave the room until

>"By the way" she continued

>"If you ever yell at me like that again"

>My breath stopped

>"...They won't find as easily as Mr's Slutsky" she whispered while smiling

>The bell rang

>She beat me to the scene of the crime

>Got rid of the evidence and there was nothing I could say or do to prove that she may have killed Mr's Rutsky

>Then just to openingly mock me

>"Come on Anon!"

>I turned to face her as she opened the door

>She turned to face me with those soulless half open eyes and malice grin

>"We're gonna be late for class"

>She was playing with me....

 

>She was

>I know it

>She knew I was thinking of her doing Mr's Rutsky in

>She's clearly the suspect here but I can't prove

>And she's laughing at me for

>It's almost like she's begging me to prove it when she knows I can't

>There must be some other way I can catch her

>Maybe, if I can get her angry enough it might slip off her tounge

>Or I can try to catch her out with words

>No...Its no good

>She's too good with words

>Needless to say, she could get inside your head in a matter of seconds and scare the shit out of you

>Thus causing you to lose your train of thought

>It was no good

>I wasn't gonna get to her talk nor admit what she did

>If she really did it that is

>Who am I kidding, she must've done it

>Bell rings

>Did I really spend the entire class thinking about what Pinkamena did?

 

>Go to cafeteria to get food

>See Desmond with Rita

>Walking towards them

>Stopped by Pinkamena

>"Hey Anon!"

>I froze for a moment expecting the worst

>"Wanna have lunch together? I brought my favorite Green pepper pasta! You can have a taste if you want?"

>She was...normal again

>Like nothing had happened

>Did she forget what she said to me?

>Is she still playing with me?

>Infuriated at this point

>Try to keep myself from yelling

>Decline and say I'd rather sit with my friends

>"Your friends...?"

>She's giving me the most glaring look I've ever seen from anyone...

 

>Hold ground and remain calm

That won't work this time Pinkamena

>"Pinkamena..." She whispered as her eyes went wide

I'm wise to your glare, after all, you wouldn't kill anyone...right?

>Give her the smuggest fucking grin

>Her glare fades

>She takes a deep breath and forms a smile across her face

>She starts giggling and then looks at me

>"Fair enough"

>What?

>Did it work?

>Isn't she angry or going to yell?

"ANON!"

>Desmond yelled

>He was beckoning me over

>Pinkamena looked over her shoulder for a second and then back to face me

>Her eyes half open with a smile

>"If that's the way you wanna play"

>She turns around and waves at Desmond

>"HII!"

>What the hell is she doing?!

 

>She's running towards the group

>I rush to join them

>Completely oblivious as to what was about to happen next

>"So you're all friends with Anon, huh?"

>Is she trying to befriend them?

>I can't let this happen

>"Yup" Desmond replies

>"Anon why didn't you introduce me to them sooner"

I-

>Cut off by Pinkamena, she continued

>"I'm Pinkamena, and let me guess, you"

>She pointed at Desmond

>"Must be Desmond"

>How did she..?!

>She then pointed at Rebecca

>"Rebecca"

>And finally to Rita

>"and you're Rita, right?"

>Granted I'd expect her to know who Rita was since she was in her class

>But to know who Desmond and Rebecca were?!

 

>Where the hell is she getting this information?

>"Anon's told me all about you guys, right Anon? right?"

>What could I say?

>Pinkamena was looking at me with the most friendliest face I'd ever seen

>There is not a chance anyone would believe me if I told them what she was really like

>And even if I did...what would she do?

Y-yeah

>I said

I wanted her to know your names before I introduced her to you all but

>This was for the best...

I guess I got carried away

>She had me wrapped around her Pinky

>"Guess you're lucky I gave her you're number after all, huh Anon?"

>Thanks Rita

>Thanks a fucking bunch

>Lunch went by with Pinkamena talking to my friends

>Turns out they really like her

>This couldn't get any worse but oh was I wrong...

 

>The day went by uneventful bar Pinkamena playing sweet and innocent with my friends

>School ended and we were all walking home

>This was really bad...

>If Pinkamena were to find out where I lived...

>"I'm thinking about making a new recipe for my pasta"

>It was just me, Pinkamena and Rita

>"Only this time with red peppers"

>Pinkamena was going on about her food and even was kind enough to share it all with them

>It's like she changed...I seriously doubt it was for the better

>She could be a lot more unpredictable in this state

>"Hey Anon"

>Rita brought me back to reality

>"We're at your place now"

>It's what I've feared

>Pinkamena now knows where I live

"Yeah"

>I said discouragingly

>They didn't seem to notice my tone

"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow"

>Rita was whispering with Pinkamena

>What were they saying?

>"Um Anon" Pinkamena started

>"Do you mind if um..."

>Don't ask it, don't tell, me this was Rita's-

>"Come inside... for a bit"

 

>She was staring at me with puppy dog eyes that would make anyone say yes

>I wasn't that big a fool, but what excuse could I use?

>"Well, I'm gonna continue on home"

>Fuck don't leave me Rita

>"Got a tone of homework to do, see ya's!"

>Rita walked on

>"Bye Rita!" Pinkamena spoke

S-See you tomorrow Rita

>I said hesitantly

>Pinkamena turned to me and gave me a smile

>"So, are you um, gonna invite me in"

>She was blushing...it's almost like she wants to get along with me

>I gave in

>Out of fear mainly

>I opened the door to my house and showed her in

>I closed the door behind me I turned and she was face to face with me

>My back against the door

>I was getting pretty-

 

>"You seem tense" she said staring at me with soulle...

>Wait, the brightness in her eyes...

>They've come back

>A tear rolled down her cheek

>She covered up and tried not to sob

Pinkamena?

>I said trying to be confident

>"I'm sorry..."she said

>"I'm so so sorry...."she continued while cuddling up to me

>"I didn't mean to yell or get angry with you"

>"Its just..."

>Her voice was cracking, probably due to the tears she was choking on

>"Mr's Rutsky made me so mad..."

>"I didn't mean to take it on you"

>She was more or less bawling at this stage

>But everything she said up until now...

>Does she really mean it

>"I was afraid that I'd never get the chance to talk to you again"

>She wasn't used to making new friends, I could certainly tell that

>I didn't know what to say

>Maybe now I could find out if she really did kill Mr's Rutsky

>As harsh as this was gonna be, it had to be said

Then why

>Pinkamena looked up at me

>Tears still in her eyes

 

Why did you do it Pinkamena?

>She looked confused

Don't play dumb

>I continued

Why did you kill Mr's Rutsky

>She remained silent for a moment

>"I know it seems like I did"

>A misunderstanding?

>"but I wasn't there when she died"

Then where were you?

>"How should I know?!"

>She said pulling away

>Looking angry, she continued,

>"For all I know I could've been at home when she died"

>She's right, she could've even been walking home

Then why were you threatening me like you did kill her?

>"BECAUSE I WAS SCARED!"

>She collapsed onto her knees

>Covering her face trying hard to not cry loudly

>"I was scared that you thought I killed her"

>"And that if I said no, you still wouldn't have believed me"

>"You saw the way I glared at her"

>"*sniff*, if looks could kill right?"

>This is true

>Maybe I did overlook a few details

 

>But in a way, this was kind of all her fault

>If she hadn't acted the way she acted

>I never would've thought she'd killed Mr's Rutsky

>Realizing that we had both been wrong I spoke

Pinkamena

>I said picking her up to her feet

Why didn't you just tell me from the start?

>Rubbing the tears from her eyes, she spoke

>"Like I said, I was scared..."

>"I don't usually mean to scare people"

>"And when I do I tend to go over board"

>You can say that again

>You scared me more times then I can remember

>"Now that I'm confessing, I think you need to know"

>Oh god she DID kill someone didn't she?...

>"When I was talking to you're friends"

>She couldn't have told them anything bad right?

>I mean, she doesn't even know that I-

>"I wanted them to like me more than you"

>OK, so my secret is still safe

>"and forget about you"

 

>This explains a lot

>And I mean a lot

Is that what happened to you?

>Her eyes widened

>She turned her head away from mine and looked at the floor

>I raise her head by her chin to face me

>It really was a misunderstanding

>She'd been bullied in a former school

>And she'd no idea how to make friends

>"I'm sorry..." she started again

>I embraced her with a hug

>I could tell she was shocked by this

It's OK Pinkamena

>I whispered in her ear

It's OK

>Sure she was a little bit crazy

>"Pinky..."

>But she couldn't be blamed for it

>I'd no idea how many times she's been bullied

>But for it to reach this point

Huh?

>It must've been years

>Which is exactly how long I'd be there for her

>"Call me Pinky, silly"