Hello everybody, I hope you're all doing well.

Well, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone.

I hope you've all had an amazing holiday season and continue to do so.

Let's cozy up by the fireplace and fight off these chills that will be coming as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

Even the police couldn't save themselves. Written by ProxWarp.

Flakes of snow drifted from the evening sky. A stretch of thin clouds swirling in a grayish

dark, amorphous blob over the lone cruiser as it speeds down the desolate highway. A gentle

musty scent of wet earth waffes across the cabin through the rolled-down window from the driver

as Cooper sat in the backseat of the car, glancing out the rolled-down window from the driver as Cooper sat in the

backseat of the car, glancing out the water-speckled windows at the dark forest across the road.

Dense-wooded trees passing by so quickly, they seemed to merge into one as the vehicle picked

up on its speed.

The sun beats down on the horizon and parting the already

sparse clouds. The snow is ceased to fall, remnants of it crusting the edges of the asphalt and

dirt-laced piles. The handcuffs were painfully cutting into his wrists. It noisily clinked as he shifted uneasily in the backseat.

His butt already starting to become sore from the long drive. The driver makes a split

second of eye contact with Cooper in the rearview mirror, which was just enough to spark a conversation

that pierces the tension of the silence.

I assume you didn't do it then.

The driver remarks, his gaze shifting back onto the empty road.

He was a stout man, likely already in his late 30s.

He carried a hint of a southern accent in his voice,

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