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The ambulance carries broken bodies through Endsville. It always had, it always will.
But tonight, the ambulance has a new passenger on board. A girl, blonde and pretty and young, though far from innocent. She lies on a makeshift bed for the bumpy ride, blood coursing from her to the bandages.
They have examined her, examined the blood and the cuts in the tenderest of places, and jotted down the dreaded four-letter word on the clipboard. She bleeds, but not of her own account.
After all, they had discovered thick glasses and a bowtie at the scene of the crime.
End
This continues on my concept of our-least-favorite-glasses-wearing-fat-dork-in-Endsville-is-a-genuinely-creepy-person theory. Except, now he's gone after who you'd expect him to…go after.