too salty to stay dead

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[The dead are supposed to stay dead. Someone dies and that's supposed to be it. Except in this neck of the woods, that's not how it works, is it? The kids didn't leave after dying, after all.

In hindsight, this should've been an expected consequence. Should've seen it coming.

Sad truth is, not everyone's savvy or psychic enough to predict that the serial killer they put down a while ago wouldn't be staying dead - or wouldn't be bound to the spring suit he died in. Never say that the protagonist card was kind, not with allowing the dirtbag's spirit to wander freely and who knew what else he was capable of now. (Nightmare on Elm Street is probably a documentary here...)

The worst time to learn this is when she's driving down a deserted road late at night, don't you think?]

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[Ah, that must be rage she's feeling. Everything just seems so surreal that she almost doesn't acknowledge it, but that last phrase brings it up. The anger, the revulsion, the disgust, everything.

She needs to go to sleep, she thinks idly. It's a little late to be up.

Ignoring the unwanted presence again, she turns the car off once it's where it needs to be, gets out, and heads indoors. If she slams the car door a little hard, well...it's been a long night. This happening here and now is too much to take. The 'now' was always a safe haven, after all...]

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[He pointedly blinks and raises his eyes a little as the door slams, mouthing a "wow". Not that he's actually surprised, but this little game he's playing is amusing to him. He gets out of the car and follows Charlie into the house, hands shoved in his pockets, whistling a tune to himself as he goes.]

Rough night or something?

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I said go away.

[It's said quietly. She tries to keep her tone cold, but between the earlier incidents, how strange this situation is, and oh, the fact that it's the murderous dirtbag, she's starting to get annoyed. It's not something she likes, especially now that she's home. Everything feels wrong.]

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Rude.

[He keeps on following, fully aware of the fact that he's invading her personal space but not really caring. She's the reason he's here, after all.]

Your fault I'm here, isn't it?

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No. You're the one who decided to leave the pizzeria.

[She's really starting to get annoyed now, which surprises even her. Annoyed - maybe that's an understatement. Revolted, disgusted, enraged...yes, that sounds better.]

So get away already.

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Oh, I wasn't going to stay there. Didn't mean to end up in your car, though.

[He shrugs.]

When life gives you lemons... or death, I guess.

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[The only thing standing between Afton and a punch to the face is the fact that Charlie is perfectly aware of how useless it'd be.]

So go somewhere else.

[It doesn't look like he can do much damage as he is, anyway.]