2014-07-03 - The Creeps Among Us
| Title: The Creeps Among Us | |
|---|---|
| Summary: Someone has Ren in their sights... | |
| Who: Ren Aizawa and... some Creeper | |
| Where: Ren's House | |
| OOC - IC Date: 07/03/14 - 7 February 2014 | |
Everything still hurt.
Ren sat on her bed, back against the wall, as she tended to her wounds. A hiss cut through the air each time she applied antiseptic to a particularly deep cut. Thankfully she's almost done. Gritting her teeth she pressed onward, eager to finish up before her parents got home. It was hard to walk around with injuries like she did around them. Lately they've been paying more attention to her – questioning her, even. She did her best to spin convincing lies – the kind that would require extensive time and effort to poke holes in. Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Aizawa are creatures of habit, inevitably focusing on their careers above all else.
No. That's not a bad thing at all.
A few more dabs and hisses later and she's done. Sighing heavily with relief, Ren throws away the used gauze and other supplies, tucking the first aid kit away afterward. After checking her bandages one last time she scooted off the bed and limp-walked over to her desk, pulling out the chair to carefully ease herself down into it. This has been her reality for about two days now. Ever since the fight with the monstrous Jack-in-the-Box that kidnapped those kids. She'd severely underestimated how dangerous an opponent the possessed toy was – and boy is she paying for it now. Hopefully everything will finish healing up nicely soon enough, and she can go back to her previous activities...
**DING DING DING**
Ren blinks, looking up at her laptop when it plays the sound that indicates a new incoming message. Oh. She'd left herself signed into the instant messaging program apparently. Earlier she had been chatting with Endo before he had to leave for work. Leaning forward she peers at the window that pops up. The username is weird. Just a bunch of odd symbols she can't make heads or tails of. Maybe it was spam? Ren's eyes then move over to the message itself – and her blood instantly runs cold.
“HoW's tHe BaTtLe ScArZ, mAGe?”
Random capitalization aside, Ren is thoroughly shocked. And more than a little freaked out. Shakily, she brings her hands up to the keyboard to type out a response:
“Who is this?! How did you get my screen name?!”
She watches the window intently, heart beginning to beat faster with each passing moment. Then, there's a reply:
“i've got my eyez on u, little girl...”
Ren stood up immediately, her chair falling backwards. She ignored the surge of pain that ripped through her body, focusing her gaze on the nearby window. Could they really see her? Her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, a multitude of thoughts rushing through her head. She hadn't accidentally revealed herself to some psycho... had she?
**BLOOOOOP**
She jumped, eyes darting back to the computer. Ah. They signed off. Probably happy with how spooked they made her. Ren slowly sank back down into her seat, relaxing her grip on the desk. All the doors and windows were locked up tight. But what /really/ comforted her was the silver ring that sat on the desk next to her. She reached out to grab the device, cradling it against her chest as she again looked to the window, half-expecting some murderous stranger to come crashing through it. Being prepared for anything seemed like a very good idea right now...
