~~Organization~~
Technus POV Version 3, Words 492
I Technus! Master of all technology! Have discovered the most horrifying secret of the halfa-child. After finally cracking the code to the halfa's computer this morning, I was planning on deleting his files then crashing his computer, but the first document I tried to destroy was deceptively titled "The History of Evolution". The problem? The page count was too high for any sane child to write for a project. I scrolled down a bit and discovered the terrifying truth.
Phantom kept records on his enemies.
Detailed, informed, and creepily revealing records. Everything he knew, be it general statistics to weaknesses to an entire history of when, where, and how the ghost was fought was meticulously organized into this document. Even the Box Ghost got a whopping twenty pages dedicated to him. I can never un-see any of this, sure a lot of it was funny, but it was disturbing how much the child knew about his foes. There were things about me here that even I didn't even know. I was re-reading some entries when the distant sound of conversation and the sound of an opening door forced me to look out from the computer screen.
"I can't believe Skulker did that!" Phantom complained to his friends, "Where does he even get a herd of bison?"
"Hey, on the bright side PE is cancelled until they can fix the gym and the sports field!" his regrettably techno-savvy friend cheered.
"Tucker! How can you be happy about innocent animals being forced to stampede across a school campus? They were scared to death! Skulker's lucky I know a few people willing to take them back where they belong or I would be the one roundhouse kicking him into the ground." Phantom's 'not girlfriend' growled.
"I wouldn't want to be in his shoes when-" Phantom turned his head and looked right at me.
For a long moment we just stared at each other.
I was the first to recover.
"How on Earth did you know my shoe size!?"
It took Phantom a moment to answer, "When your footprint made an indent in my gut two months ago."
"Where the hell did you find this picture of the Lunch Lady?"
"The one where she's winning the state beauty contest? Old newspaper archive."
"And the stuff about the Box Ghost?"
"All true, the Box Ghost has hundreds of family members just like him all over the country."
"And please tell me that Spectra does not know you have this picture of her before she died."
"She doesn't, I'm saving that one for an emergency. The fact that she died from breast cancer shouldn't be used against her."
"And the-?"
There was a hissing pain in my digital form and I suddenly noticed Tucker holding a plugged in PDA, sending the anti-virus throughout the computer.
"I will return! I haven't gotten to Walker's page yet!" I screamed as I fled.
I had to chuckle, oh the blackmail possibilities…
Author's Note:
Summer Break is here... I know I should write more... But I recently discovered Dr. Who...so yeah...EXTERMINATE!EXTERMINATE!