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Thomas can’t sleep and it’s annoying.
It’s because he’s being stalked, surely. Who would be calm in his situation?
Being calm while being stalked, what a joke.
Also, there’s something compelling him to go back. Back into the school.
Thomas knows it’s stupid, the logical part of his brain knows it’s very, very stupid.
No one will even be there.
It will be an empty school building, devoid of anyone.
Plus, it’s two in the morning, and tomorrow is a holiday. No one would go back. Though, the absurdity of it all is that he’d likely not get caught if he did go back. It’s like this has been set up or something like that.
Maybe Thomas should go back and break into the school. It’s not like he has anything better to do.
Also not like anyone would be following him there. Right? No. Thomas is paranoid, and rightfully so.
The guy did look like a student though… he wouldn’t stay overnight as well, that’s crazy, surely.
Thomas sighs internally. He’s really doing this isn’t he?
Getting up, he goes to grab his phone. He’s also unsure of what else to take, or maybe there’s not anything else to take actually.
What a funny question, ‘what to take when entering and breaking into a school’.
Maybe he can climb the fence. It’s definitely not smart to break anything, so really Thomas’ only option is to climb.
This will be fun.
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The school is not far from where he lives.
It’s a 15 minute run at most, so it only takes 20-30 minutes to get there on foot give or take.
Thomas has started to have doubts about this, obviously. He’s halfway through thinking of backing out when he realises he’s standing outside the parameters of the school.
…
He’s so fucked.
Thomas climbs the fence with some effort. It’s lucky it’s rather late at night, so there’s not really anyone trying to spot a kid infiltrating the back fence of a Highschool.
Honestly, now he thinks about it, it sounds truly insane.
“A ‘kid’ infiltrating the back fence of a Highschool.” He mutters. “I’m so dead for this.”
When he gets over the fence and subsequently into the yard, the next problem is actually getting into the building.
The doors are probably locked…
He could try the windows.
At this point, Thomas is unsure what he is doing anymore. He is climbing into his school at eleven at night for no good reason, in fact his only reason being ‘I couldn’t sleep’.
This is idiotic, yet he does not want to turn back. Something is telling him to go in. Into an empty building and if he was caught he’d be in trouble.
Surely he turns back now right?
…
The window opens with a click. The school forgot to lock the windows. That’s really bad security right there.
Thomas just sighs and lets himself in silently.
The school is predictably, empty. He doesn’t know what he expected. Actually, he does but that’s not the point.
Starting to walk, Thomas is unsure where to go now. He could go back, but he’s here already anyways, might as well walk around.
The classrooms feel wrong to be looking at. It’s all dark and quiet. Usually there would be people getting up to all sorts of weird stuff or whatever. Once he’s seen someone walking around with a bucket of homemade cement, that was somewhat cool.
He did overhear that guy again, “I made it with chalk and water.” Thomas recalls him saying. He should try that sometime.
Actually maybe that’s why so many holes in the walls have been patched up. Hey it’s not vandalism if they’re fixing the school right? Not like the school is making an effort to fix the walls themselves.
He could go check out the offices… nah too risky. There’s security cameras and that’s a pretty important place. He’s at the classrooms because they aren’t as important and Thomas doubts they would check the cameras there anyways.
The roof maybe? He’s never been up there before. Maybe the view is nice, and it will make up for his sacrifice of sleep and credit if he gets caught.
He’s already realised and pointed it out but the school feels so quiet in all the wrong ways. It’s pretty creepy, maybe if he ever wanted to film a horror story in the future he would break in again, provided how easy it was.
The stairwells echo with every step he takes.
When Thomas reaches the top floor, he opens the door with another silent click.
The view is nice.
The lights of the town looked pretty from the roof. There were still cars driving about, more than Thomas expected to see, but still, not like he really went to go count the average number of cars nightly.
The moon was blocked by the clouds partially, and the only thing really emitting much light at all was artificial.
As pretty as the lights down on the streets are, not much of the light reflects onto the roof, obviously. It’s dark without the moon.
He wonders what would happen if someone happened to look up and spot him sitting here, maybe they would call the police and he’d go to jail, just a thought.
Though, that is a reminder of the situation he is in at the moment, Thomas should go back, now, before anyone has the chance to see him up here.
There’s a sudden noise of someone behind him.
Thomas turns around in record time, backing up slightly but making sure not to fall off the roof. Who is up here at this hour-
Holy shit is that the guy that’s been stalking him.
To his credit, the paler boy looks equally if not more shocked than Thomas imagines he looks himself. Ish, who is this weirdo?
The boy looks around anxiously, and from his posture Thomas can tell he’s considering running, again. He can’t let that happen, he needs actual answers this time.
“Don’t even think about running.” He says, but his voice sounds too shaky, too uncertain, for his own liking.
He’s not scared. He’s not scared of some guy. He’s not scared. He’s an adult, he can handle this.
Thomas steps forward, trying not to make the other run, but also still trying not to make himself seem TOO cautious of the avian.
“Please, just answer, why are you following me?” Thomas demands, staring the boy down sceptically. “I don’t know when or how long you’ve been stalking me, but I’ve interacted with you, and you’ve still not stopped. Why?”
The boy in the purple hoodie opens his mouth like he’s about to answer, and Thomas can see him mouth something that would go “I-“ but he promptly closes it and looks away nervously.
Right, he can’t talk right?
“You know what, I don’t care if you can’t talk, you’re coming with me, we are going to get a paper and a pen and you are going to write down EVERYTHING.” Thomas says promptly, walking up to him and grabbing his wrist before dragging him down to the classroom floors.
His wrist is cold to the touch. Too cold. Almost like he isn’t human, but that’s an idiotic thought.
When he opens the classroom doors, Thomas decides it would be better for him to write on the whiteboards. It’s easier to clean, they can’t be caught here, purely because he doesn’t want to get in trouble himself.
He glares at the other guy and hands him a marker, pointing to the board.
The guy stares at the marker in his hand for a solid ten seconds, before snapping out of it.
‘First of all sorry btw I didn’t know u could see me’
…
Huh? This guy is insane. It’s interesting though, and Thomas wants to kill himself for finding any interest at all in the situation.
‘I’m Micro’
Well, nice to put a name to the face atleast.
“You’re not answering my question though, why have you been following me?” Thomas asks again, raising an eyebrow.
Micro stands there and thinks for a moment.
‘I feel like if I told u why u wouldn’t believe me’
“Don’t give me that, I need literally any answer, I don’t care anymore.”
‘What if I said I’m a ghost’
“Yeah, very funny, now what’s the real reason-“ Thomas deadpans before he’s cut off by more marker squeaking.
‘I’m being serious’
“No way.”
Micro nods his head.
‘I can prove’
“Go ahead.”
Thomas sits on the teachers desk and watches as Micro walks up to a table and somehow manages to put a hand through it. Cleanly.
“Oh never mind I’m, I’m schizophrenic.” Thomas mutters under his breath. This is not happening, he’s dreaming or having a nightmare whichever one fits best.
Micro approaches the board again and picks up the marker.
‘I was following you because I didn’t know u could see me and also my brain wouldn’t shut up I swear I didn’t want to cause any harm pls believe’ ‘that’s why ur friends couldn’t see me I think’
That makes sense, the worst part is it made sense.
At the same time none of this makes sense, it’s absurd, how? If Thomas wasn’t schizophrenic because he can smell marker ink, does that mean supernaturals are real?
‘U should go back it’s 4 am’
Micro taps the marker on the whiteboard to make noise and the puts it back in the marker box. Then he walks out, and Thomas is left with his own thoughts.
This is so weird, maybe he is scared.
Thomas gets off the teachers table and walks up to the whiteboard, running his finger along it.
The ink comes off easily, he isn’t dreaming.
He erases everything hurriedly and basically runs out the school as fast as he could. He doesn’t care if anyone sees him anymore he just needs to get home.