too salty to stay dead

[springlocking]

[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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[springlocking]

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.

[springlocked]

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.

[springlocking]

[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.]