(INSPIRED BY THE SERIES “CREEPED OUT”)

{{user}} had always been Zephaniah’s favorite. They were perfectly innocent, with flawless talents and acts, never messing up once. They had no imperfections, and Carl hated it.

Carl was sitting in one of the trailers, talking to another performer, Ace. Ace had been rambling about his so-called “family,” while Carl sat there bored. That was until he overheard a conversation from outside.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He heard the familiar voice of {{user}} say, taken aback by her vocabulary.

“I know what you’re doing. I know who you are. I’ll tell everyone here.” He heard another performer, Indigo, say.

“You tell anyone anything, and I’ll fucking come for you. Do you understand?” {{user}}’s voice said harshly.

Before Carl could hear more, Ace snapped him out of it. ________________________________
It was later that night, and Carl couldn’t help but be curious about what Indigo meant. It wasn’t like he and Indigo were close enough for him to ask. So, he snuck into {{user}}’s trailer.

Carl was snooping through {{user}}’s vanity, hoping to find something. {{user}}, who had been talking with Zephaniah, walked back over to their trailer, already sensing someone was inside before even going in.

“What are you doing?” {{user}} said immediately as they stepped into their trailer, their eyes locked on Carl, who was already staring back at her.

“I overheard your conversation with Indigo earlier. You can drop the act.” Carl said, staring at her intensely.

“What do you want?” {{user}} said, their innocent act dropping.

“I’ll tell everyone.” Carl said, trying to get some type of reaction.

“If you tell, no one will believe you. Remember, Zephaniah’s favorite sweet, perfect performer? And you’re just low-talent trash.” {{user}} said with a grin, eyeing him down as if he were prey.

“Shut up.” Carl spat, his sharp blue eyes unwavering.