I do not own Hanna is Not a Boy's Name and related characters
I do own the stalker girl thing
Prompt: Rambling
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He is the strange man who lives in the house across the street, always coming and going at odd hours with bags filled with alcohol. Ples Tibenoch. Or something like that.
She can't quiet remember if his name really is Ples, cause the last time she actually spoke with the man was when she moved in. A couple years ago, or was it just a few months back? It doesn't matter much.
There is something fascinating about the man across the street, a feeling of slick seeping oily fear. Every second that she watches him she fears that some other section of her already frail sanity is slipping irreversibly away. Or is she already insane? Or pretending to be sane? Something like that.
Tibenoch moves like a robot, a sophisticated robot, but a robot none the less. Like her little friends, the ones that come out a night. They tell her all sorts of things, like how Tibenoch is a scaryscarycrazy at night after he has had a couple of drinks. How she should go to Tibenoch's home at night only if she wants to die a horrible painsweetpain death.
One time she went into his house when he wasn't there. It was daytime, a sunny brighteyesburning day, and the shadows were barely dark enough to hide in. There was nothing of interest inside. Just clocks and gears and oil, and something like shiny tastybitter blood. Blood wasn't supposed to be that color, she knew that well enough. She had killed enough people to know.
Killed? She hadn't killed anyone, unlike Ples. Ples had killed something, her little friends said so, some one who had gone crazy because of sweetpainlonging. She had never killed anyone, had she?
Sometimes she wondered if Ples knew she was watching him from her second story room. Watching his movements to and from his clock filled home, occasionally wondering what his insides looked like. He was like a robot so he must have robot parts inside right?
Tonight is a bit different, some strange people have gone running into Ples' home. Including some girl who was a little blue puppy before. A werewolf, the little voices said so. Then again, it isn't that strange for weird people to go into Tibonech's house. Hopefully they will come back out again. Or something. She blinks dully as one of the strangers, cute weak deadbrokenbaby vampire (her friends whispered), ran off to do something. Maybe he'll come back. Maybe he won't.
She ignores the thought and continues staring at the home. Time to watch the strange man again.
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Probably add more, one for each character maybe?