Headcanon 7:
The authorities around the NY Long Island area are used to mischief by strange teens in bright orange shirts. They're convinced it's a cult or something. They hear reports of teens in bright orange shirts, usually in groups of 3, carrying stuff like baseball bats and hockey sticks around and beating up dogs with them. Like, "An-And they beat a car using baseball bats! I couldn't get a good look at their faces but –" and the police are like "Were they wearing bright orange shirts?" "Yeah!" and the police get mad because they've been tracking this 'CHB Cult' for who knows how long. Detectives have retired because they can't crack the case. Police are still on the hunt for this 'cult'.
"Did you see what these people looked like?"
"They were teenagers. 14 to 15 I'd say. There were three of them. They were wearing these bright orange shirts and carried baseball bats."
"That's all I wanted to ask." As the witness left, Officer Kyle Stevenson turned to his fellow cop, "The CHB Cult is back."
"It seems they are…"
Timeskip a few days
Stevenson was calmly driving through the busy streets of Manhatten when he saw it. Three teens where attacking an old lady with hockey sticks. He radioed it in before stopping at the scene. When he arrived, there was no one.
The next day
He had been on the force for a good few decades. He enjoyed it immensely. That is, until his introduction to the long list of 'CHB Cult' cases. They could never crack who they were and where they came from. It was maddening. He put his head in his hands as he prepared to break the news he was retiring. He just couldn't deal with it anymore. He handed in his papers.
A week later
Stevenson made his way to his car, a bag of groceries in hand. He froze. Not fifteen feet before him stood three members of the cult. One spotted him. He felt himself unconsciously move forward. They quickly made their way away, disappearing behind an ally. He lost them again.
End Chapter:
QOTC:
Mrs. E: He's not her parent. We've already experienced that.