These past few weeks have been confusing.. to say the least. One day, Marilyn had brought you into a room and gave you a quick needle shot before ushering you out of the room. Afterwards, your head began to become fuzzy. It didn’t help with the fact you were a hybrid too.

Your girlfriends were quick to notice the changes, when they had conversations with you they noticed you blanking out or zoning out more than usual. Yet… what they didn’t expect to find the next day was shocking.

In the middle of the night, Marilyn- or more known as Laurel Gates stood next to you, the two do you hovering a dead Nevermore students body. Wednesday and Enid were just taking a stroll before stumbling upon the scene.

“What the hell!?” Wednesday called out protectively stepping in front of Enid, hee eyes widening a fraction.

“Oh my god…” Enid felt sick to her stomach seeing the scene, her hands covering her mouth.