This had to work.

Noelle was desperate, at this point. She needed to get some progress, the Sans trail had led to a dead end. Whatever these CreepyPasta were, she knew normal means wouldn't bring their killing ways to an end. They had to be smart about this.

She really needed this to work.

It was becoming a problem. Recently, the global leaders had gathered to try and discuss ways to decrease the killings.

But what really motivated Noelle was that child. The only survivor of an attack, that looked up at her with those tear filled eyes and asked her if he was going to be next. She had promised him no, told him that she would protect him.

Then they found his body.

Looking at it, knowing that she had failed him, it gave Noelle a sense of determination that she never had before. And that lingering thought that her daughter could be next scared her.

They tried other plans, but none of them worked. Trying to predict the gutting murders went nowhere as the killer had no pattern. They didn't kill specific people, they seemed to kill whoever was unfortunate enough to cross their path. There were too many stab victims to limit it down to a single person, and the victims were always random. There was no way to determine exactly who they would target next.

But, there was one.

Just one pattern, just one. The searches. If a person googled the word 'creepypasta' or 'comic sans', they were three times more likely to be killed than the average person. Always by the same way, too. Disappearing in front of electronics, reported missing and never returning.

From that, it was difficult to do their jobs as they knew that electronics were dangerous. Noelle refused to let her daughter near screens, and Noelle could only go off of what she knew to deal with this.

At first, she hadn't believed in CreepyPasta. It was just horror stories that her daughter liked to read, nothing to it. Now, she was regularly coming to her daughter for information about them. Recently, though, her daughter stopped talking about them.

But Noelle had enough information on the screen one to get started.

What she did know about this CreepyPasta was that they could travel through screens. Her daughter had mentioned it before, and the killings supported it.

That's how she was going to get him.

It took a bit of time to convince the others to work with her, but they were all on board. Something that rarely happened in her job, but they all wanted just one single lead to work. And if they could get this thing, then they would be able to go from there. Be able to understand it, be able to go somewhere and save people!

The trap had been set, they had programed the computer to automatically keep searching the most googled things that resulted in disappearances. They had stationed it inside of a controlled room, with a single iron door and one way glass. They also had a machine that would automatically drop the computer down into a panel under the floor and be destroyed if anything went wrong.

Noelle had been standing behind the glass when she noticed the computer screen suddenly turn green, everyone around her ceasing their murmured talking as a hand stuck out of the screen.

They all watched in collective horror as the hand gripped the edge of the computer, pulling forward so an arm stuck out. It wasn't long before a head was emerging, along with a torso and legs until a boy with blond hair was climbing out of the computer.

When he looked directly at her through the glass, and Noelle almost screamed.

His eyes were black, and his pupils were a glowing red. Pointy ears stuck out from behind his ruffled blond hair, and blood was leaking from his eyes. He grinned at her, as if he knew she was behind the glass. He knew someone was behind the glass, that was for sure.

Then his grin fell, and he turned back towards the computer as the trap activated. It was too quick for him to return back to the computer, as it was already dropping through the panel before the panel closed.

The officers on the other side of the glass held their breaths, trying to figure out his next move. Could he simply just use any form of electricity to travel, could he break through the glass and kill them all?

But when he just stood there, looking around, they realized he was trapped. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't escape.

She...

She did it.