This is 911. What’s Your Emergency?

“And they’re still here!”

“Stay calm. Where are you?”

“Crystal Prep. I’m hiding in one of the classrooms.”

“Okay. The police have been notified and
should be there soon. Are you somewhere safe?”

“Oh gee! I’m in a massive school with echoing
hallways and a killer on the loose. I sure do feel
safe! Not.”

“It is important that you remain calm and
think clearly in—”

“Oh wow! What great advice! I’ll be sure to
remember that as I’m being stabbed to death.”

“I’m just trying to keep you safe until the
authorities get there. I understand that this is
a very harrowing experience for you, but
yelling at me won’t keep you alive.”

“...You’re right, sorry. I’m in the biology lab on
the second floor. I was doing a makeup
experiment that I missed because of those
stupid friendship games.”

“Can you make it to the first floor?”

“Wow, what a great question! If I could do
that—”

“I am trying to help.”

“Right, right. Ugh, this sucks. I, like,
probably could, but I don’t—”

Bang.

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

“Hello, what’s happening?
...Hello? … Ms?”

“They’re in the lab room.”

“And where are you?”

“Hiding in one of the storage closets.”

“Can you reach a window and get
out that way?”

“Wow, what a great suggestion! Instead of
being stabbed to death, I can fall to
death!”

“Can you reach a window?”

“Ugh, yes, but because of that one dumb
mandate, they’re gated off. Even if I could
break the glass, the iron grill over the frame
would stop me from reaching the ground.”

“Alright. What about the door?”

“Are you—!”

“Is she nearby? Can you slip out one
of the back doors?”

“No, she’s— wait, she? Why ‘she’?”

“A serial killer can’t be a woman?”

“Ugh, yeah, duh. Knives aren’t gendered,
but how do you know it’s a woman? I don’t
even know if it's a woman.”

“I just used a random—”

“And serial killer? That’s a bit of a leap
for some rando loser in a school!”

“Sour Sweet. I need you to—”

“How do you know my name?!”

“Your call display—”

“My call display is disabled. You
cannot have that. Also, why didn’t you
ask for that from the beginning?”

“Listen. I am trying to—”

“No! When is the police getting here?!”

“They’re on their way. I need you
to try and get out—”

“Oh, yeah! The operator sitting comfy in
her little cubicle on the phone is telling the
scared teenage girl to go out into the room
with a killer and try to escape! Must be
nice.”

“You are being—”

“What? Being what?! I’m in danger! You’re
not helping me. I’m staying in this stupid
chem storage until I get actual help!”

“...You get all that Lyra?”

“Sure did Bon Bon!”

“What?! Who is—Ahhhhh!”

“...She was annoying.”

“Yeah, but like we knew that going in.
Wowie, Bonnie. Wish you could see this. She
had one heck of a mouth, but left quite a
splatter!

“Gross.”

“You know you’re into it. It’s sooo
pretty. You’re also, like, so great at this. This
was an amazing idea.”

“Of course it was. I came up with it.
Though, I’m going to do some research for
the next one to ensure they don’t catch on
as fast. Do you need to charge anything?”

“Nah, my phone and earbuds are
good to go. You got a new target picked
out?”

“Yeah. Texting it to you now.”

“... Oh, Bonnie. You are messed up!”

“No worse than you. Let me know when
you get started and I’ll make sure to take the
call when it comes in.”

“Sure will. Love you, Bon Bon~”

“Love you too, Lyra.”