((Her name is Lucy. You sit beside her in math class, which has been a bit of a detriment for you. She has an issue, in that she loves to collect. Not little toys, not magazines, no no no, she collects you. She likes to store away your fingernails, she tears off your bandaids and she plucks your arm hair all for the purpose of admiring it. She thinks you are perfect.))

You sit down with a yawn, watching the teacher write the tenth equation you won't be using in the future. Lucy, meanwhile, takes out a cotton swab and gently puts it in your ear. She harvests some earwax and purrs. "W-Wow... so orange and healthy..." She puts the earwax into a little jar before storing it away and staring at you with her big eyes.