Chapter 19: new clues, new questions, new answers, and more questions

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May have been blasting "Good Luck Babe" by Chappell Roan while writing this- love my gay pop! Been stuck in my head for a while now- HELP OR DON'T- ACTUALLY DON'T IT'S SO GOOD AND RELATIABLE!! 

Y/N pov:

"Clearly the monster is on schedule." Said Wednesday, looking at the board in your room that had similarities to hers. You both decided that newer information would be placed in your room since house service nor Weems could enter easily. It was simply done to throw off suspects that kept an eye on her and to help pin who could be the monster. Honesty, it took a while for Wednesday to convince you of this plan because it would expose the fact your both investigating. But she countered that Weems and others would think its just her and that she's the only one doing it. Not you too- you the true threat. Hence, you folded to her logic.

"Weekdays, they attack at night but weekends in the day or night. But that's just over simplifying it" Wednesday turned to face you. "The weekdays the schedule of attacks are contestant while the weekend ones aren't. Meaning that the monster must be living a double life as a normal civilian doing their societal duties and at night giving into their true desires."

"Agree. Clearly this person must work or is a student base on the schedule." You pick up the blood autopsy of Weems. "Pity that Weems isn't our answer. Her gift doesn't let transform into other creatures that don't have human limbs."

The autopsy had arrived in the morning along with your outfit for the Rave'n. Truly showing how your Godfather had eyes and ears everywhere. Sometimes it creeped you out while other times made you feel happy because someone was at least paying attention to you in a way.

The report stated that Weems couldn't transform into people with human features. Additionally, she couldn't slip herself into two like some shape shifters could. Which means the person who was Weems or Rowan in the office before "Rowan" left was an illusion or another shape shifter.

This brought you to do some background digging during lunch time through all the staff and visitors in the school that day to see who could've helped Weems. You and your friends had found a few suspects but now the next part was going to be headache.

A headache that would only make your current one seem like a walk in park. No matter how many times you both tried to figure out the schedule of the monster. Clearly the weekday pattern indicated they could be in the education system OR someone who worked a 9 to 5 job. YET even then sometimes the weekday killings differed. Fridays and Thursdays they happened later in the evening. While Monday to Wednesday earlier. Which made it appear like the monster was either trying to throw a wrench against the glass house all the answers have created to shatter it OR the monster's job was getting in the way. Especially on the Weekends which were at random, alsmot as if it had a costumer service job. The former was a funny idea at first but thinking through it, it would help it blend in with normal humans and outcasts. If that was the case then who's schedule did this match? But if it wasn't then could it be that the monster had infiltrated Nevermore and knew that you were investigating it? But who was it?

"Take a breath. I despise the idea of something torturing you other than me." said Wednesday, sitting on one of the many pillows lying on the ground.

You laugh and jab some teases her way. You did it as your eyes were closed and your right arm was draped dramatically over your eyes. The way you laid on the beanbag made it look like you were a part of a Shakespearian tragedy and your character had been struck down. Possibly Mercutio. If you had your eyes open you would've caught the flash of red that briefly appeared on Wednesday's cheeks.

"Oh woe is me! Like the great Mercutio once said, 'If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down' or whatever" you said. "I love this job, but god damn it's a mind fucker. It's going to be the death of me."

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