Innocent Bystander

Chapter Eight: Everybody Gangsta 'Till Aaron G E T S P O S S E S S E D

AN: The same trigger warning from the last chapter applies here, but it's not as bad. There are cult comparisons again as well.

Also, I should note in advance that Theo's views on anything anime related are in no way a reflection of my own, and I can assure you he does not know the difference between a weeb and a weeaboo. I'd like to think he wouldn't have a problem with weebs if he knew that difference, as being a weeb does not involve any kind of cultural appropriation.

Here, have another chapter.

I looked up at the guy standing above me. He was kinda tall and somewhat muscular with slicked-back brown hair and greyish-blue eyes. He looked like one of those teenage heart-throbs you'd find playing the main love interest in a fanfic written by a ten-year-old. In other words, he was good-looking, but not really my type.

"Hey kid," He said as he knelt to my level, "What're you doing in here?"

Before I had a chance to answer, Liam spoke up.

"Is there a hunter in there?" He asked.

"No," The unknown guy replied, "Just some scared freshman girl."

"Why do I feel like I know who you're talking about?" Gabe asked.

"You? Being associated with someone like that? Yeah, right," The unknown guy scoffed before turning back to me, "Anyway, you can come out now. It's perfectly safe."

"But-" I whispered, terrified, "There are demons in the freezer."

"Oh, those?" He guessed, supposedly gesturing toward the freezer, "Those aren't demons; They're dead bodies."

"That's not much better,"

"Yeah, but at least dead bodies won't hurt you."

"Okay but seriously, who's in there?" Gabe interjected as he glanced into the closet himself. Right away I noticed he had a huge tree-looking cut going down the left side of his face (My left, his right). When he saw me in the closet, the disappointment exhibited on his face was immeasurable and his day was probably ruined.

"Alice Morgan Simmons," He said after a sigh of disappointment, "What. The f&$#. Are you doing. In a broom closet?!"

"Ms. Fleming asked me to grab the whiteboards in here-" I started, holding up the whiteboards before Gabe cut me off.

"But you looked at the freezer and thought 'UWU ice cweam!' and now you're scarred for life, is that it?"

"How do you know what UWU means?" The unknown guy questioned, "What are you, a weeaboo or something?"

"Okay, first of all, I believe the correct term your looking for is weeb, not weeaboo, as there's a difference between simply enjoying a good episode of JoJo with your best friend on a Friday night and the appropriation of Japanese culture," Gabe retorted as Liam snickered at the unknown guy's weeaboo comment, "Second, I don't know why you're so concerned about my TV watching habits when you should be more concerned about where your thumbs go after you shift-"

The unknown guy abruptly stood up, faced Gabe as if he was about to fight him, and hissed, "What'd you say to me you little sh-?!"

"Theo, I can't believe I'm saying this, considering I'm normally the one with temper problems," Liam interjected, "But leave it. We're not here to discuss thumbs or what Gabe does when he's not hunting us for sport: We need to figure out what killed these people and how to stop it."

The (no longer) unknown guy - or as Liam called him, Theo - turned to Liam and the freezer full of bodies.

"That's easy, " He claimed, "It was the Anuk-ite."