The walk back to school that evening was horrible. The closer she got to the building, the tighter the anxiety in her chest became. Facing Roger with Offenderman breathing down her neck made every step feel heavier.

Although she expected him to be a complete menace the whole way there, he was surprisingly quiet, just a bit close.. like too close.. Even if he was a normal human being she was dating, he was way up in her personal space.

That said, he did dress up for the occasion, well, as far as supernatural beings dress up anyway. His fedora had a beautiful white rose tucked into the black lining, to match with the silver roses on her dress. He still wore his long trench coat as always but the one he had on was visually more.. formal.. he even put on a shirt for a change, a white one with dark blue roses embroidered in a beautiful one sided pattern on his left side. The pants didn't look much different from his usual ones, other than the silver chain attached to his belt, that looped from from front to back.

Arriving on school grounds, Elara scanned the area, her gaze quickly falling on the nervous, handsome guy that asked her out. He was already waiting around the entrance, looking around for her.

Her chest felt heavy with guilt... he looked so genuinely excited.

Quickly walking over, she gave Roger a nervous smile.

"Roger, hey. God, you look handsome" She said softly and looked him over, he was wearing a white suit with beautiful golden edges as well as a golden tie.

His face lit up in excitement and pure awe when he saw her, his jaw hanging open as his eyes moved up and down her frame.

"Elara.." He breathed out. "You look absolutely gorgeous.." He stated. Only for his eyes to widen as he took a step back when Offenderman walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking down at Roger with the biggest scowl Elara had ever seen.

She looked up at him, silently praying that he doesn't do anything stupid while she felt her heart race in her chest.

Elara couldn't help but have this guilty look on her face, subconsciously rubbing her bare arm as she looked at him. She watched the realization dawn on his face.

"I-is he your boyfriend or something?" Roger asked, his smile long gone.

"Well, when my Flower here told me she had a date to prom, I simply had to see for myself who had the balls~" Offenderman stated, before Elara could even open her mouth to answer. A grin forming on his face as the darkness around them seemed to thicken, despite the festive lights.

Rogers eyes went back to Elara, she looked down at her dress, unable to look the boy in the face.

"Roger.. I'm sorry.." was all she could think of. What could she even say? Oh BTW this is a supernatural stalker that didn't take no for an answer? She's gonna sound like a nutcase.

"You could've texted.. you know.." Roger said, his expression only made the guilt in her chest worsen.

"My phone broke 2 days ago.. I tried to tell him no but he wouldn't listen.." she tried to explain only for Offender to interrupt her.

"Of course not, but do stick around RoGEr.." He stated, his voice distorting ever so slightly, making a lump form in Elara's throat. She watched Roger's face slowly getting paler as the color drained away.

"Then you can see that I'm all she'll ever need~" Offender continues, a grin forming on his face. Elara's eyes widened when she saw a thick red liquid slowly ooze down Roger's nose.

Elara instantly moved closer, only to pulled back by Offender.
He carefully shook his head at her. She gave a scared but urgent look towards Offender, mouthing him a urgent 'stop' with her face full of concern.

"I don't feel very well.." Roger said softly, his face contorted in confusion as he held his head with one if his hands. He took a step back but lost his footing and stumbled for a bit, the blood dripping down his nose staining the white fabric of his suit.

Elara reached out with her hand but Offender pushed her along as he headed for the entrance. "Come flower, the dance floor awaits~"

Elara shrugged his hand off her as she turned around to face him, clearly pissed. "The fuck was that?!" She whisper yelled. Only for Offender to lean in dangerously close, close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her face.

"That my dear, is his punishment." He said a dark grin plastered on his lips. "Yours will come later tonight~" he purred and stood straight up before guiding her inside once again. "Don't worry, he'll be fine. They always are."

Elara opened her mouth to say something but her eyes quickly focused on the amount of people that suddenly surrounded them. A large crowd of dancing and drinking bodies made movement nearly impossible, yet Offender didn't seem to have much problems.

His size made him impossible to miss and it almost seemed that people instinctively move out of the way for him, giving both of them the space to breathe.

Elara looked around the room with genuine interest while Offender gently pushed her ahead. The stage room was beautifully decorated. A dj booth hung suspended in the air where normally people would control the stagelights.

Handmade fake icy crystals hung low from the ceiling as fake snow rained down on them, fake pine trees decorated the walls and large golden balloons littered the floor, barely visible through the smoke that hung low over the floor.

There was even an open mocktail bar and a table full of food. In the right corner of the room

The music pulsed through the room.
Offenderman stood before her, one hand extended, grin stretching impossibly wide.

"May I have this dance~?"