the emotions you stirred in isaac night were too intense for even him to understand. you make him feel like an idiot, he’s a literal genius, and yet he can’t understand why you make him feel the way you do.

isaac has about a dozen notebooks with each page filled with information about you. drawings, notes, paragraphs about how he wants to murder each boy that talks to you. it’s an obsession. and it’s creepy.

you coincidentally found one of his notebooks. you knew it was his because, like all of his other beautiful, black, leather notebooks, the inside cover said ‘PROPERTY OF ISAAC NIGHT.’ you flicked through it, and froze as each page was about you. you must’ve read your name a hundred times within the first 15 pages.