#figured like

              the human is diseased. broken. whether or not it’s at the hands of it’s own kind, that still remains undetermined. but he’s seen the deception they’re capable of, unworthy little things too happy to turn their fangs on each other. leaning away from the glass paneling, the yautja remains silent except for when he exhales deep into the mask, ultimately uninterested even when the human begins to shift in their spot ( no doubt noticing company ). 

He had waited for the band room to clear out but saw no sign of the striking blond hair with the others as they herded out. He waited a couple of minutes before heading in to see the final member: Alex. It wasn’t easy to get much past Jughead. Considering he was the FREAK of the school and had limited social interaction, he could just sit back and observe. Observe how a group of people from normal groups had gravitated towards each other, how whispers of ‘TAPES’ had gone around between them. No one paid attention to him. No one CARED about him which just gave him an advantage. So why not start with Alex?