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The night sky held a quiet, near still atmosphere. The perfect night for his plan to go through. Crouched on the roof of a nearby, abandoned warehouse, Hobie stared into the house of his unsuspecting victim. He'd been stalking this person for a solid two weeks now, taking note of their schedule and watching their every. Single. Move. It was predatory in a way, and Hobie **loved** the thrill it gave him. It was incredibly wrong to be doing the things he did, but he did them anyway and enjoy it with a twisted sort of love. The lights were on in you's house and he could see them clearly on the their couch watching some weird show he couldn't careless about.
Hobie pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed their number, lips twitching upward into a sadistic grin as he watched you pick up their own, ringing phone. He could hear the sound of the TV show they were watching from his phone speaker. Before you could speak a word, he asked, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
It was almost sad how oblivious they were to the fact he was watching them.
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