Classes were almost done. It was night. The others had gotten dinner and were staying at the bar to eat dessert. Evan wanted to just chill for a little bit before going to Oobleck's class.

Evan wandered into his dorm. At last, there was a break and he could relax!

He was scanning the room when a note, laid ever so gently on his bed, caught his eye. He had a suspicion of who wrote it. He picked it up and read the words inscribed lovingly upon the paper: "I've reached my limit, Evan dear. Regards, your secret admirer. Also, forgot to mention: look behind you."

Evan took a deep breath in and turned around, staring into the blood-red eyes he feared. Patrick wore a grin as he said the words "Fall unconscious for me, please. It'll make my job so much easier."

And Evan's vision went black as night as he felt himself fall into Patrick's arms.

Patrick was about to carry Evan out of the room when he felt something sink tiny little claws and fangs into his leg. He looked down and there was Nimby, attacking him.

Patrick grimaced. His eyes glowed red as he near growled in exasperation and kicked Nimby off his leg.

Nimby ran and hid underneath the bunk, and Patrick carried Evan out of the room in his arms. It didn't take an idiot to see how much Patrick was enjoying it.

Evan awoke strapped to a chair, drowning in darkness. He felt helpless, trapped in this void. Then a voice whispered into his ear that sent chills down his spine.

"Hello, Evan." Patrick's voice hissed, his voice a special kind of sadistic.

There was silence as Patrick strode over and set a lantern alight, illuminating his face.

"Tell me this, Evan. What did you do with my friend?" Patrick inquired. Evan's face looked ever so confused. "Look, I don't know your friend, alright?" Evan replied, trying to ignore the pull in his head.

Patrick just smiled.

"Oh, you know him. I know he's in there somewhere. I know he is," was all that Patrick said.

And horror dawned on Evan as he realized exactly who Patrick was talking about.

Suddenly his chest seized as he felt HABIT sink its claws into his head and take back control.

A smile that wasn't his spread across his face. "GOOD TO SEE YOU, PAT," HABIT greeted.

Then it withdrew once more, leaving him behind in its wake. Pain pulsed through Evan's head. It was agony, dark fire reaching to the very edges of his brain. "No, no, no, shit, STOP, PLEASE JUST STOP," Evan began to scream, his mind filled with images of the torn-apart Damsel and the ashes of Jeff.

Patrick's grin was something truly terrifying to behold. His eyes were gleaming fiercely with pleasure.

"There we go. Got you now. Good to see you too, buddy!" Patrick chirped.

And Evan was just screaming, screaming, screaming.

Caught, Tim and Noah were at Oobleck's class already. It had been an hour and Evan hadn't come back. They knew something was up.

Caught, Tim and Noah were sitting in class, shuffling uneasily in their seats. Noah was half-listening to the roll when he realized who else was missing from the class - Patrick. In a moment, he realized exactly what had happened to his friend. He looked at the others and there was a moment of mutual understanding shared between them.

The three fled the class together. Caught stopped mid-run. The others turned around. "Why'd you stop?" Noah asked. Caught shook his head. "Could you take over leadership of the team until we find Evan? You seem to be know more about this than I do." Caught asked.

Noah nodded, his face determined. "I understand. I'll take it over for now. Right now, though, we need to get to the dorm." Noah informed.

When they got to the dorm, Nimby limped out to greet them. There was a gash on his leg. "Motherfucker hurt Nimby!" Noah yelled.

"Guys… I think you need to see this." Tim remarked vacantly.

He held up a note that could have only come from one person. He handed it over to Noah to read.

It read: "Come. Get. Him. He's with me in the woods."

The note set aflame in Noah's grasp. His hands trembled with unrestrained rage.

"He hurt Nimby. He stole Evan. Next time I see a glimpse of Patrick, I'll burn his heart from his fuckin' chest." Noah swore.

Author's Note: Wow. Shit got dark fast. Sorry, guys. But hey, the next chapter's gonna be FUCKIN' BADASS. That'll be my apology to you for this, ok?

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