That Witch Bitch

Nerds

The two men looked a lot like overgrown teenagers, from their strange 90s style haircuts to their general attitude.

One of them was blonde and had a strange bowl cut that reminded you of Will Byers from Stranger Things. The blondie had the same brown eyes as Tate and a poor fashion sense.

The other one who had brown hair's fashion sense was likewise except his haircut wasn't as horrendous, still pretty bad though.

They were obviously trying to keep a straight face about something but failing drastically.

"Jeff, Mutt,"

Your attention turned to Ms Venable who was now standing up straight and greeting the boys.

The nerds stopped snickering and looked back at Venable.

Judging by the time they responded with 'Hey' and 'Hi', you assumed that the blonde haired one was Jeff and the brown haired one was Mutt.

"Who's that?" Jeff asks, pointing to you who was sitting in a very unladylike manner on the chair, the way that he pointed at you made you feel like you weren't exactly human, just an item.

You had decided that you didn't like these guys already.

"Who's that?" You mimic, pointing back at Jeff in the same way.

Jeff looked annoyed but Mutt didn't, he was trying to hide his laughter which earned a sharp blow on his side from his friend.

"I, in fact, am the head of K-"

Jeff began to speak but Mutt interrupted,

"We are co-heads of Kineros Robotics."

You frown, "So what's this Co-Operative stuff then?"

Jeff and Mutt exchange worried glances.

"H-How do you know about that?" Mutt says, anxiously.

"I saw a sign." You say plainly, you didn't know why those guys were being so dumb.

Maybe it was a prank or something.

"What sign?" Jeff asks.

"The sign on the entrance isn't it obvious?" You exclaim, you weren't in the mood for tricksters at all.

Jeff whipped out his iPhone and began to feverishly type something into Google.

Mutt just stared at you as if he wanted to say Are you delusional?

You didn't need to read his mind to know that.

"Look," Jeff says, holding his phone right in front of your face.

You push the phone away slightly but still get a glimpse of the building.

It was just black.

Simply black.

No writing.

Just black.

"When was this photo taken?" You argue.

"Last month." Jeff says, he shrugged.

You were getting pissed off now, "I can prove it's there, I'll just show you outside-"

You could've ranted on for decades about how wrong these men were since you'd seen it with your very own eyes but you were interrupted by someone inside your head.

Y/n, only you can see it, it's just magic.

Once again, Mallory knew more than you at this kind of stuff.

"Ha." Jeff and Mutt say in unison before laughing and jinxing each other and whatnot.

But you didn't notice or care.

You were fixated on the figure that had just strode into the room.

He was wearing a black cloak, his blue eyes pierced your soul as his dirty blonde hair danced around his head.

It was Micheal Langdon.