CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE: MR. SCRATCH !

10x21

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CASEY WILLOWS WAS AWARE HOW STRANGE THIS CASE WAS FROM THE START. Three individuals had killed their loved ones but had no recollection of doing so. All of them had said that a monster with talons for fingers had been responsible for this.

After debriefing the team, Hotch had JJ and Morgan talking to the first victim, who had no recollection except for the fact that he was sexually abused by the unsub. Kate and Vivian tried talking to another one of the victims but she wasn't talking — like at all. Hotch had sent Reid, Casey and Rossi over to Topeka, where the last crime scene was at. They had discovered that there was plastic tubes found in the vents. Now, Reid was telling them what they had found.

"The plastic tested positive for sevoflurane and scopolamine, both powerful disassociatives. The first is used to put you into a waking dream. Dentists often use it during oral surgery. The second, in high doses, makes you completely suggestible." Spencer explained.

"And the unsub uses the first to make the victims hallucinate their worst fear." Kate points out. "Then he uses the second to make them attack that fear when it's really the person next to them." Morgan added. "So, they don't realize that they're actually killing someone that they love?" Vivian asks. "Not entirely." Hotch tells. "And once they do, their lives are ruined forever." Rossi comments. "Even if they plead insanity, we've got three victims who ain't never goin' back to Mayberry."

"Let's go back to the part about hallucinating your worst fear," Hotch looks towards JJ. "JJ, what's your earliest fear from childhood?" He asks.
"Being separated from my parents." JJ tells.
"Dave?" Hotch looks to his right. "Lon Chaney, Phantom of the Opera. She takes off that mask, forget about it." Rossi responds.
"Kate?" Hotch looks at the woman in front of him. "Melissa Gordner. That bitch." Kate rolls her eyes as Casey smirks a bit.

"Mine was clowns," Casey shuddered. "I hate clowns." Spencer looks towards his fiancée. "Clowns?" He asks. "Is that why you immediately said no when I said that we should have a clown for Christopher's birthday party?" Casey shrugs, "Among other reasons."

"And yet each of these victims saw exactly the same thing." Hotch ignored the two. "The initial police reports only called it a dark figure, but our interviews revealed shared details. A shadow monster with talons for hands." Spencer tells.

"And that level of specificity says it's not just a childhood nightmare, it's something they actually experienced, though they were too young to understand what it was." Hotch explains. "But they were from different states." JJ said. "No, they were adopted in different states. Maybe at some point they shared the same group home." Vivian suggests.

"So the unsub has them recall that memory from childhood to make them kill as adults." Morgan looks at Hotch. "How do we prove it?"

Hotch had two of the victims draw what they had seen attacking them and invading their homes. Their drawings led to specificity of something that was ghoul-like. Something from a childhood's imagination or nightmare. A boogeyman of sorts. Casey felt visibly uncomfortable once she saw the drawings. As did Vivian.

Soon enough, the team had discovered another murder. Casey, Vivian and JJ were sent to go and check out the crime scene. This time, the victim was killed and his throat was slashed. "Are we sure this is the same unsub?" Vivian asks, walking into the room. "Garcia set up a search parameter for closed adoptions. Bill Kinderman was adopted May 5th, 1985." JJ told.

"The ME said this victim slit his own throat?" Casey leans down and lifts the sheet up to check out the victim's wounds. "That's a big change in MO."

"Well, what if that wasn't the unsub?" JJ asks. Casey looks up, as does Vivian. "What do you mean?" Vivian asks. "I mean, what if that was Bill?" JJ tells.

"The only other person in the apartment was his son and he slept through the whole thing." Casey said. "What if the unsub tried to get him to kill his son, but his paternal instinct trumped the effects of the drugs?" JJ theorized.

"Thank God for that." Casey said as she lifted herself up. "But we're still at square zero. This unsub committed four murders in four states. How is he connecting these victims so quickly?" Vivian asks.

"Well, that is what Hotch is trying to figure out right now with Kinderman's ex-wife." JJ tells as the two women nod.

Hotch had discovered Bill Kinderman had been notorious for making such ridiculous accusations and they were recovered memories to himself even if they weren't real.

Now the rest of the team was back and Hotch had gathered everyone. "All right, let's assume all the victims share Bill Kinderman's propensity for recovered memories. What does that mean for the unsub?"

"It means his drugs would have more of an effect on them." JJ tells. "Why them more than a normal person?" Kate asks. "Because when something's remembered for the first time on a therapist's couch, it's often a fantasy the patient is talking themselves into believing. Popular thinking is that recovered memories are actually just a form of self-hypnosis. That's why the patients are so convinced the delusion is real." Spencer explained.

"So if these victims are already talking themselves into believing fiction, they would be more suggestible when they're dosed." Rossi pointed out. "We profiled these victims had a pre-existing condition. Maybe this is it." Vivian suggests.

"How would the unsub know that?" Morgan asks. "Because he was there the last time they made up a story, in 1985." Hotch answers. "So they were only around three or four years old." Casey adds. "Kids that age can't distinguish fantasy from reality." JJ points out.

"Exactly," Hotch nods. "And their age plus the time period puts us right at the height of the satanic ritual abuse allegations."

"Oh, crap." Rossi comments.

"This is a completely different set of circumstances, though." Casey tells. "Was it?" Hotch asks. "Throughout the 1980s, pre-school-age kids made accusations against their teachers."

"McMartin, Fells Acres, Kern County. 270 cases by 1988. Numerous innocent teachers had their careers and lives ruined, and all the cases were ultimately debunked." Spencer explained.

"By the BAU and the Lanning Report, thank you very much." Rossi comments. "Except that was a mass hysteria involving teachers and kids, and these victims were adopted." Kate tells. "Well, that's the deviation that made us miss the profile until now. Thirty years ago, these victims could have made similar accusations in a foster home, all saying the same thing, that they saw this." Hotch holds up the pictures the victims drew.

"Three-year-old Larry Merrin would have said the monster dragged him down the stairs." Rossi says. "And four-year-old Daniel Karras one-upped it by adding a sexual detail." Morgan says. "That's how kids tell stories, especially when they're reinforced by well-meaning parents, therapists, and cops."

"And in doing so, they ruin the unsub's life, and now he's taking revenge." Hotch tells. "Okay, so if this is the why, how do we find him?" JJ asks. "We talk to Christine McNeil. Maybe she can tell us where the foster home was." Hotch decided.

"Flag on the play there," Rossi starts. "She's not talking to anyone." Hotch thinks for a second and says, "Maybe she will." He walks away and Casey looks at the team. "What does he mean by that?" She asks.

What Hotch meant by that was that maybe burning sage would help refresh Christine McNeil's memory since sage had been found at each of the victim's houses and they claimed they had smelt it.

While Hotch, Vivian and Rossi were interviewing Christine McNeil, the team had been in the office and the office lights started flickering. Casey looked up in confusion because this had never happened before. "What the hell?" Kate questioned.

The team had been just as confused and Garcia had run in and shouted: "Unplug everything!" It started escalating when the lights on everyone's desk started zapping out of control. Even the light on Casey's computer zapped out right in front of her and caused her to fall out of her chair.

The office was completely blacked out. Morgan had looked around, asking if everyone was okay. Spencer had looked around for his fiancée and was confused once he didn't see her at her desk. "Casey, where are you?" He called out and all he could see from her desk was her hand reaching up. "Down here." She strained and Spencer immediately rushed over to her and helped her up.

"You okay?" Spencer asks as Casey sat up on her elbows. "I'm fine," She took a look at her computer screen. "Except my computer's fried now." As Spencer helped her to her feet, she noticed the darkness almost immediately. "What the hell was that about?"

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Casey was lying when she thought this was one of the most bizarre cases she'd ever been a part of. And she had seen a pig farm, human marionettes, heads in fridges and maybe more gruesome stuff than that. Nothing compared to the lights going out at the mention of an unsub's name. Mr. Scratch sounds like something out of a horror movie. Who does this guy think he is? The boogeyman?

As she lit a couple of candles for her and Spencer, the team rejoined together. "This is cozy." Kate commented, holding a candle up. "And romantic." Casey stated sarcastically.

"Do we have any idea what's going on yet?" Morgan asks as Hotch and Rossi walk in. "Garcia's trying to get some answers. Power's out in the whole building. Backup generator, too."

"This guy's got some mojo," Rossi said. "He knocked us out right when we got our best lead."

"Yeah, he's got enough mojo to blow up my computer. I loved that computer." Casey said a visible frown on her face.

"We could cross-reference the name Mr. Scratch against old statements." Spencer suggests. "We'd have to go to the paper files." Vivian shakes her head, "We won't have time. This unsub's probably already found every kid that made an accusation from back then."

"If we don't get back online soon or get a lucky break in this case, we're gonna be looking at more drugged victims and dead bodies." Morgan says. "Ahem," Everyone looks up at Garcia as she comes out of the conference room. "Getting online is gonna be a lot harder than you think."

Everyone had joined Garcia up at the conference room as she began to explain why. "Whoever engineered this, he did a complete and total network and infrastructure shutdown." Garcia told.

"But I thought we had firewalls to protect from this kind of breach." Hotch asks. "We totally do. And that's what scares me. Okay? Look, look." She places a stack of papers down on the table that Spencer begins to rifle through. "I managed to capture some of his hacking code on one of the hard drives before he could fry it. I printed this out at the copy shop. This is what I can tell you. It's the only thing, but it's good news. He wasn't hacking us. He was looking for something in the Witness Protection files, 'cause that's what he raided first."

"Do we know who in Witness Protection?" Morgan asks. "Well, that's the $64,000 question, isn't it?" Garcia asks back. "And that I will pay you $64,000 if you can answer it. His encryption algorithms are beyond the beyond the beyond."

"We're not gonna find him through his computer expertise. Certainly not now. We need to figure out why he'd take the risk to hack us." Rossi told. "It's like Vivian said," Kate started. "He's looking for every kid who made an accusation. One of them is in Witness Protection."

"And he saved them for last because if he kills that target first, we'd be on him immediately." JJ said.

"Huh." Spencer chirps up, causing everyone to look his way. "What is it, Doc?" Casey asks from beside him after seeing his breakthrough face.

"Encryption's a highly specialized skill set, but it's fundamentally a mathematical process, which means it's a human process, but sometimes your technique can reveal where you learned it. I think I know where he learned how to do this." Spencer explained.

"Where?" Kate asks.

"Harvard," Spencer says, causing Casey to furrow her eyebrows but she was aware that he was going somewhere with this. "Which oddly enough isn't known for its advanced math program, but it is known for one particular class."

"When you're good at math, you're good enough to get into Harvard, you take a math class called Math 15. When you're better than that, you take Math 25, but when you're the best, the absolute best, you take Math 55-- honors advanced calculus and linear algebra. Graduates are immediately employed by the US government because they're too dangerous to work anywhere else. More specifically, they're employed at the NSA." Spencer explained and Casey finally found where he was going with this and Garcia spoke. "Oh, sir, that would make a lot of sense."

With that, Hotch had left and chatted with someone from the NSA in the parking lot of the BAU. Hotch had sent the name over to Garcia. Peter Lewis. Hotch had left and was currently talking to JJ, Rossi and Vivian on call while Garcia dug through this —
"Peter Lewis. Born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida. To call him a math genius would be an understatement." Garcia informed. "Where was he in the foster system?" Hotch asks.
"He was -- gahh!" Garcia groaned at the loading screen. "This Wi-Fi hot spot is the worst. He was not in the foster care system. He had two very biological parents and they ran the foster home until it-- oh, dear."

"Looks like we found Mr. Scratch." Rossi said. "So one of the boys in the house said Peter's dad would dress up as the devil and the other kids would follow suit. This has to be where all the victims stayed before they were adopted and their names were changed." JJ pointed out.

"Did Lewis' father serve any time?" Hotch asks.

"Uh, the case was pending, and then he was killed in jail for being a pedophile. Peter's residency is still listed as Florida."

"Then he broke into the FBI files to find out who went into Witness Protection." Vivian points out. "Did any of the kids from the home go into WITSEC?" Hotch asks.

"That would be a... no. No, none of them." Garcia said. "Then, who the hell is he still hunting?" JJ asks. "Garcia, who ran the investigation in Florida?" Vivian asks.

"Uh, hold on." Garcia started as Vivian peered over her shoulder. "Dr. Susannah Regan, who was responsible for many of the investigations during the day. She was a member of the Believe the Children movement, which encouraged cops to believe anything the kid said about the SRA, and if the kiddos didn't have anything to say, she'd tell the cops to twist their arms until they did. And then her book was published..." Rossi finished it off. "And we came out with the Lanning Report and debunked her."

"Uh-huh. Her career flopped and she received numerous death threats and she went into Witness Protection." Garcia stated. "She's such a high-profile target, Peter had to wait before he could kill her." JJ said. "If he's bold enough to hit Quantico, he knows it's a one-way ticket. This is a suicide mission if he locates her before we do." Rossi points out.

"Which would be on a very nice estate in Columbia, Maryland." Garcia finished. "I'm closest. Send me the address." Hotch ordered and Garcia nods, "Sent."

"Aaron," Vivian started, causing Hotch to be off guard by the use of his first name. She rarely called him that in front of the team. Hotch listened and waited until she spoke again. "Be. Careful." Her voice was stern and Hotch knew that she meant it.

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The team received no word from Hotch once he had gone to Susannah Regan's house and grew worried since he hadn't informed them if he caught the man or if he saved Susannah. They had been ready for anything.

Entering the dark house with no movement inside drew them in as they held their guns up and kevlars on tight. Spencer had switched positions with Casey and he went to look through the hall as Vivian went to check upstairs. Casey, Rossi, Morgan and JJ were checking downstairs.

They didn't know.

They didn't think.

A gunshot fired.

Casey's heart dropped once she realized where it came from. The area that Spencer went to check. She turned the corner and her worst fear had come true. "No." She said and her eyes filled with tears. "No, no, no!" She rushed over to his lifeless body. He brains splattered across the floor and blood stained in the walls. No, no, this can't be happening.

JJ rushed over as Casey pulled his body close to her. "No, no, please, no. Spencer... oh, my
God—" Casey cried and JJ screamed, "Shots fired! Spence is down!" JJ covered her mouth and looked down, not believing her own best friend was dead. She looked over at Casey, clearly heartbroken by the event. "Oh, my God." JJ reached over to Casey as she held tightly to Spencer's body.

Another gunshot fired. This time, firing towards the back of Casey's head and JJ's was next. Vivian had come running down the stairs and noticed Morgan and Rossi getting hit. Rossi and Morgan were both hit at the neck.

Vivian shot towards the perp and he was dead. She then rushed over to Rossi and Morgan and looked towards Morgan first. "Morgan? Morgan!" Vivian saw the life leave his eyes. He bled out. "No, no. Morgan. Please wake up. Morgan!"

The woman looked over towards Rossi, bleeding out but still alive. "Rossi. Rossi!" She put pressed towards his wound. "Hotch! Sound off, damn it!" Vivian screamed. "Here." She heard the man call.

"Go," Rossi spoke hoarsely. "Go." He said that a bit more clearly. Vivian tested up as she left the man to go and save Hotch. She held her gun, ready to fire at anything coming her way.

Her eyes first darted to the hallway, noticing the dead bodies of JJ, Casey and Reid. This had to have been a stupid dream. No, this isn't real. Not like this. Vivian thought as her heart pounded against her chest. "Aaron, where are you?!" She yelled, shakily.

"Here," Hotch said. "In the study."

Vivian walked over towards Peter Lewis's body and found Hotch in the study, down on the ground and bloodied. "Where is he?" Hotch breathed out. "I shot him. He's gone. But... Aaron... the-the team..."

Hotch looked up behind her and saw Peter Lewis coming towards her. "Vivian!" The woman turned around and before she could shoot, Peter Lewis took action before she did and shot her numerous times. One in the leg, one in the arm and one in the neck. Her blood splattered over Hotch's face.

Vivian choked on her own blood as she laid down on the ground. "No, no..." Hotch muttered to himself as he stared at her hopelessly on the ground, unable to do anything. Great, he thought. I did it again. Put the woman I love in danger... again.

Peter Lewis approached him. "Now I know what scares you." He held the gun towards Vivian and finished her off by putting a bullet through her skull. "No!" Hotch screamed.

This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real.

And it wasn't.

Because it was Mr. Scratch screwing with his head.

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The team received no word from Hotch once he had gone to Susannah Regan's house and grew worried since he hadn't informed them if he caught the man or if he saved Susannah. They had been ready for anything. And they were. They knew what to expect once they arrived.

"Rossi, Casey, Reid, take the front. JJ, Hudson and I will take the back." Morgan ordered. "Watch your front sight. One of ours is in there." Rossi told. "And your backs. Don't forget that." Casey added.

Rossi, Reid and Casey share a look once they are at the front door. Vests on, gun held tightly. Rossi opens the door and they enter and already hear a gunshot as they do. The three rush over towards the bloodied man and Reid rushes towards Lewis ran off.

"Hotch!" Rossi shouts and Casey kneels down to his level. "We need a medic in here!" Rossi says into his mic. "Hotch, are you okay?" Casey questions. He holds the gun end towards Casey. "Please take it." He says and Casey nods and takes the gun from him.

"He made me see things," Hotch said in a shaky voice as Rossi also knelt to his level in front of him. "He made me see things." Casey had never seen Hotch so shaken up. Hell, she hadn't seen any emotion from him in a while. It scared her, honestly. The way he sounded. Like he'd been spooked out of his wits.

"He's gone." Spencer had come back from where he looked and Casey looked up towards Spencer before looking back at Rossi. Clearly, he'd never seen this from him before either.

"Vivian..." Hotch spoke as Casey and Rossi helped him stand. "Vivian... where is she? Is she okay?" He questioned and Rossi and Casey looked at one another again. "Yeah, she's fine. She's with JJ and Morgan." Rossi told.

"I need to see her." Hotch said but before he could walk, he almost passed out but luckily, Casey caught him and Rossi had pulled a chair over for him to sit on. "Please. I need to see her. I need to see someone that I know is real. Please." Hotch begged with tears in his eyes.

Casey understood that. He needed to see her. But he's never explicitly said anything about her before when he's dealt with cases like these ones. Something definitely happened. She looked towards Spencer. "Spence, go get her." The man nods and goes towards the back of the house and finds the woman he's looking for.

"Hey, Vivian?" Spencer called and Vivian furrowed her brows as JJ was putting Peter Lewis in handcuffs. "Hotch is asking for you." He tells and Vivian is confused. Hotch had never requested to see her and only her before. "Why?" Peter Lewis couldn't help but laugh as he heard the words come out of their mouths. Morgan told him to shut up and JJ assured Vivian that they'd handle this. Vivian nods and follows Spencer back into the house.

Once Vivian walks in, she sees Hotch, doubled over the chair with his hand in his hair in stress. Casey looks up at Vivian and the woman shared a hopeful look with her. Maybe she'd get him to talk since he wasn't trying with her or Rossi. Vivian walks in the room and takes Casey's spot in front of Hotch.

Vivian grabbed Hotch's hand and he held onto hers tightly for dear life. Vivian was sure Hotch was going to break her hand. "Thank God..." He found himself muttering and he reached to her for a hug and held onto her for a minute or two. It probably would've lasted longer if Vivian hadn't finally pulled away. "Scratch is going away. For a long time." She assured to Hotch.

"He surrendered." Spencer nodded, causing Hotch to look up. Not in a hopeful way, but in a fearful, confused and shocked way. "Ambulance is on its way." Rossi said as he walked into the house.

"He surrendered?" Hotch questioned, looking towards Vivian and she nods at his words. "That doesn't make sense."

"We need to get you looked at." Rossi told and Hotch stood up abruptly and headed towards the front door. "I'm fine." Was all he said. "Hey, this is not a suggestion." Rossi stated and Casey looked towards Spencer.

"What the hell did he see?" Casey questioned.
"From what I gather, it wasn't good." Vivian said.

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Hotch had given no order for the team to go back to the BAU and do their paperwork. After what happened tonight, Hotch left Rossi in charge and the man told them to go home and get some rest. But rest was the last thing anybody had been doing right now. Especially Casey Willows.

Casey sat up in bed, her lamp on her side still on. It was almost four a.m. and for a while, she'd been tossing and turning until she decided on not sleeping. She was afraid to sleep in the dark. Especially after this case. Casey had been looking over the file of the case they had finally finished. The pictures the victims drew were keeping her awake. The images were unsettling. And she thought about Hotch and how scared he looked. She'd never seen him like that before. It terrified her.

He didn't say what he had saw but she knew it was bad. It made her wonder how he was doing. How he was handling this. She turned towards Spencer, who's back faced her as he slept and was relieved to see he was getting sleep at least.

Casey looked through the images and took a deep breath. How could these victims had seen this monster disguised by someone controlling their minds? What made them think of this monster with talons? Why was this the only thing they'd seen? And what did Hotch see? Did he see what they saw? Why did he react like that in a way that was upsetting to see? So many questions left unanswered. It was unsettling. There was that word again — unsettling. Which is what this case was. There was no other way to describe it.

Casey heard as Spencer turned towards her. But what startled her was when she heard a voice behind her. "Hey." The girl gasped in fear and turned around to see Spencer fully awake and turned towards her. She took a breath of relief once she realized he was still awake. Casey looked back at the file and rubbed her tired eyes. "Sorry." She said.

Spencer's hand made its' way to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. He sat up. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah. I just... can't sleep." Casey admitted and Spencer looked down at the file and what she was looking at. He was upset that she was putting herself through this with her looking through the file. Of course that'd keep her up all night. Casey had been afraid before but this was no clown she had to deal with. This was real life.

Casey had noticed Spencer peering over her shoulder at the file and she looked back down and closed the file. "Hotch wouldn't even tell us what he saw. It had to have been bad. The way he reacted. Like he couldn't even believe I was standing in front of him. And the way he called for Vivian. I've never seen him like that before." Casey admitted and Spencer continued to rub her back, which she found comforting. "Afraid?" He asks.

"Never," Casey said. "And I can't... get that image out of my head, how... broken he looked. It was like when Haley died."

Spencer pushed the file away from the bed once he sat up more. "Hey..." His fingers began to brush through her hair once she turned towards him. "We're okay now." He assured. "After a traumatic event, people may experience vivid, distressing flashbacks of the event, known as intrusive memories, which may affect nighttime rest. You think it has something to do with why you're not sleeping?"

The woman shrugged at her fiancé and looked down at the duvet covers. "I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, I'll see what Hotch saw. Maybe something worse than that." Casey never admitted her fear. Sure, she was afraid of clowns but the one thing she was afraid of losing had been her family. The thought of losing Spencer and Christopher... she hated thinking about it. Being alone again was terrifying to her. She'd never admit it but it was something that crossed her mind a few times. It scared the shit out of her.

"Come here," Spencer pulled Casey closer to his chest and she laid back down, getting herself comfortable in his arms. Her head rested on his chest and she felt him kiss her forehead and heard the thumping of his heart. "You don't ever have to worry about that, okay? I'm right here. And I'm always gonna be right here." He assured to her.

Casey held onto him tightly, like she'd lose him the next day. "I know." She said softly.

"You want me to read to you?" Spencer said the idea to her, knowing it was the one thing that helped her sleep on bad nights like these. "That would help." Casey nods.

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Hotch was at the office, laying on the couch in his office. Vivian noticed from outside of the room that the light was still on. She knew he'd be here. She knew something was wrong from the minute she'd seen him sitting in that chair at that house.

Vivian didn't bother knocking once she walked in through the door. Hotch's eyes dawned over to the door almost immediately. Like a small child playing hide and seek and getting scared of getting caught. Vivian took notice of Hotch sitting up on the couch once she walked in.

"You're not sleeping, are you?" The woman asked with a sigh and Hotch shook his head as he looked down at the ground. Vivian walked towards him and sat next to him on the couch. "I'll stay up with you all night if I have to. You're not alone in this." Vivian assured.

Knowing they'd been alone, Hotch was in the most vulnerable state he could be around her. It was always like this after the tougher cases. It was twice now that she was almost taken away from him. Of course, one of these incidents had been in his mind... but it seemed so real to him. He'd lost Stephanie... and Haley... and Beth... and was so worried that he'd lose Vivian the same way he lost them. He hated thinking about the possibility, especially since they had the same job and anything was bound to happen as he knew now. But Vivian was willing to stay, even in the darkest of times. She knew she couldn't help but she figured her presence could do something.

Hotch had began to sob beside her and Vivian held him closely to her chest as he continued to cry. Vivian felt tears in her own eyes as he let it all out, she felt his warm tears on her blouse as she held him closer. "It all... just seemed so real." He cried and Vivian closes her eyes and softly nods, "I know." She said.

This continued for about another thirty minutes and Hotch had sat up as Vivian handed him tissues and he finally told someone what he had seen.

this episode physically pains me
in many many many ways😐.
MATTHEW KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING-

two more chapters and then we are done with s10!!

this one was hivian episode fr fr

also
i think imma start making memes for my book lmaoooo
i think that shit would be so funny
i think imma really start doing that
lmao thought i'd end it on a funny note
anywayssss i love you
thank you for reading this traumatic one for me!
-mya </3333