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        ❛        ⅋        🐇    𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿'𝘀   𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲   𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲   𝗵𝗲𝗿   𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁   pull   mary   from   her   thoughts   .   her   gaze   remains   fixed   on   some   distant   point   inside   dolly's   ,   a   small   detail   she's   pretending   to   care   about   rather   than   acknowledging   him   fully   .   his   words   don't   do   much   to   sway   her   ,   but   there's   something   in   his   tone   ;   a   quiet   tension   ,   a   need   to   be   taken   seriously   .   that   tells   mary   everything   she   needs   to   know   .   "   maybe   there   isn't   a   demographic   .   "   she   says   ,   her   voice   even   .   "   maybe   there'   just   doing   it   because   they   can   .   and   they're   smarter   than   the   dunces   in   the   sheriff's   department   .   "

 finally   ,   mary   looks   at   him   .   young   .   she   can   tell   just   by   the   set   of   his   jaw   and   the   way   he   carries   himself   .   he   didn't   live   through   the   first   string   of   disappearances   ,   through   the   whispers   ,   the   theories   ,   and   the   absolute   lack   of   answers   .   there   was   no   demographic   back   then   ,   either   .   no   concrete   lead   .   it   was   almost   as   if   those   charge   were   just   waiting   ;   letting   time   wash   over   the   horror   until   people   stopped   asking   questions   .   mary   had   a   feeling   that   was   exactly   what   would   happen   again   .   "   i'm   not   some   monster   ,   "   she   says   after   a   pause   ,   her   voice   carrying   something   tired   beneath   the   edge   .   "   i   wouldn't   capitalize   on   people's   pain   with   cheap   headlines   .   "   she   rolls   her   eyes   ,   leaning   back   slightly   .   "   it's   not   like   i   work   at   the   register   .   "

1999 WAS QUITE THE YEAR, but what could bash possibly know? he was merely cooking in the womb by the time the legendary handful of disappearances and murders took place. he was no detective, but still, his link to the register made it quite impossible to try not to draw the connections. sure seemed like the sheriff's department wasn't getting any closer, but perhaps his own biases took over that opinion.

there wasn't much thought when walking passed the doors he was so used to breezing through. growing up in a shit town like red creek sure presented the opportunity for running on autopilot. coffee. sit. work. rinse. repeat. pushing the metal bar open with ease, a sigh drew out as hues landed on the local that seemingly matched his bitterness. the regret of approaching mary slowly seeped in at the accusation for his interruption in the first place.

❝ and what exactly is similar to '99 ? the demographics certainly don't line up . copy cat theory might as well be laced with a tin-foil hat , ❞ sebastian stated plainly, tone and expression stoic. as much as he enjoyed getting a read on others, he didn't desire for the favor to be returned. ❝ hope you're not planning to flip from romance to mystery . if you do , don't seek inspiration from this shit hole . it would inevitably lead to a dead end . ❞