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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 quiet and barely said a word
>Then She's all smiles and friendly
>Now she's slamming books in 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 Rebbecca when I get home so she can call up"
OK, I'll see ya tomorrow at school!
>"See yas!"
>Open door to my house
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 Rebbecca
>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 Rebbecca in her state, I felt she found it hard enough to tell me about Rutsky's demise
>I comforted Rebbecca 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 Rebbecca, 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
Is that him 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 occurred 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 Rebbecca"
> 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
>Rebbecca 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 Rebbecca
>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 Rebbeccas 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 she was, 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 borderline 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 Rebbecca decide to chill at Rebecca's place
>Rita decides to head home
>Before Rita and I parted 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 accidentally took it out on me
>I mean come on, it was just a friend request
>Its not like I 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 Rebbecca 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 familiar 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 up?
>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 didn'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
>"Hehehe....ahahahahahaha..hahaAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAHAHAH-*click*-----"
 
 
>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 completely 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
>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 guard 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 you as easily as they found 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 because of it
>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 tongue
>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
>I 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 Rebbecca
>"Rebbecca"
>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 Rebecka 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 even 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 no one may ever know what happened to Mrs. Rutsky
>And she may be 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"