Imagines with Jenna Ortega

Stalkers at Nevermore 7

The three of them slipped out of the dining hall, the clamor of breakfast fading behind as they crossed the misty open field. Dew clung to the grass, and the morning air bit sharp against their skin. Enid tugged her jacket tighter while Y/N kept her eyes on Wednesday, who was leading the way with her usual grim focus.

Finally, Wednesday stopped, her boots sinking slightly into the damp soil. She turned to Enid, her voice low and deliberate. "You should know what we've uncovered so far. Y/N and I went through Principal Dort's records. Harper Doyle—the name connected to Y/N's stalker—has been gone for three years. Her death was staged as a suicide. It wasn't."

Enid froze, her jaw dropping. "Wait—what? That can't be right. I thought Harper just got transferred. That's what everyone used to say."

Y/N frowned, her tall frame casting a long shadow across the grass. "That's what they wanted you to think. But Dort admitted the truth. Harper didn't transfer. Her mother pushed her off the roof of her haunt. Then killed herself."

Enid's face paled, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... that's horrible."

"Harper had a sister," Y/N added, glancing at both girls. "No name. No records. But she's out there. And I think she's connected to my stalker."

Y/n noticed that there's no raven hair girl following her and helping her to their investigation. "Have you seen Celeste?" she asked the two girls.

Enid tugged at her sleeve nervously, then looked around. "I didn't. Not at class. Not after dinner. Nothing."

Y/N's eyes darkened. "She wasn't in our room either. I thought she slipped out late, but... she never came back. She's missing."

Wednesday's expression sharpened like a blade. "Exactly as I expected. She vanishes the moment Harper Doyle resurfaces. Celeste isn't missing—she's orchestrating. Another scheme. Another stalking tactic."

Y/N stepped forward, defensive but unsettled. "You don't know that. Maybe something happened to her. I'm going to look for her."

Wednesday's gaze narrowed, cold and final. "Don't waste your time. She's not lost. She's hiding."

Enid's voice wavered as she tried to mediate. "Guys... maybe both of you are right? What if she's in trouble, but also, like—hiding something? Can we at least check?"

Y/N had already turned, scanning the treeline, determination written across her face. "I'm not letting this go. If Celeste's missing, I'm going to find her."

Wednesday watched Y/N stride off, her jaw tight, irritation burning under her pale expression. "Of course. Even when I point at the monster, she insists on running toward its lair."

Enid gave her a worried look. "And yet you're going after her, aren't you?"

Wednesday's lips curved into the faintest, sharpest smile. "Naturally."

Before any of them could take another step, a sudden gust of wind cut across the open field. Enid yelped, clutching her hair as loose papers scattered from a student's satchel in the distance. One sheet, however, didn't tumble randomly—it cut through the air with uncanny precision and slapped against Y/N's chest.

Frowning, she plucked it free and unfolded it.

Her eyes scanned the jagged handwriting.

"You can't wake up the past, Y/N. I will now make a move."

At the bottom, a faint smear of ink curled like a sinister flourish, almost like a blade's edge.

Y/N's grip on the page tightened. "Another note..." she muttered, her voice low but heavy.