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It was a lovely spring day, and Claire, Biscuit and Anova were staying together in a cabin. Birds were starting to slowly quiet down, the trees getting painted in purple, pink and yellow hues by the setting sun, making a picturesque landscape which looked like it could be found as an indoor mural in some art installation.
Claire glanced outside, noticing the darkening sky. "We were planning to bake today," She murmured, "Could you guys check if we got everything we need? Because if we don’t have anything, we should probably go now. Grocery stores are closing in an hour."
Biscuit and Anova searched the kitchen, with Biscuit saying, "We’re kind of low on sugar."
"For chocolate chip cookies we’ll need some more butter too," Anova added, closing the fridge.
"Alright then, then we’re going!" Claire told. "While we go through, any ideas on what should we watch while we bake? Might as well be some movie, since I’m out of true crime podcasts."
"why do you…" Biscuit begun, but thought better of it. "You know what, I’m not even going to ask why you listen to true crime while cooking."
"I have a couple true crime podcasts too. Maybe we could swap them sometime later?" Anova said, tilting her head.
Biscuit simply stared at two girls in silence, before sighing and giving up on trying to find any sense in two of the nicest girls he has ever met listening to the murder cases being solved as they prepared the most delicious things he would taste.
Three of them walked to the nearby town, which happily wasn’t too far off. Claire and Anova grabbed some snacks along with butter and sugar they needed, with two of them looking at Biscuit with starry eyes when he paid for all their stuff.
"You’re an angel," Claire murmured, leaning against Biscuit.
"Look! There’s the poster of the movie I mentioned earlier," Anova called out, pointing at the paper hung on the wall.
"It’s supposed to be some autobiographical story about three serial killers who murdered their students." Anova said, "Based on a case from nearly 5 years ago."
"Huh," Biscuit simply remarked. "Interesting."
"You know, I used to know them," Claire murmured, "Before the publicity ‘n all that. They were like mother figures to me."
"Who, the actresses?" Anova asked.
"No."
There was a few seconds of silence which felt far too loud before Biscuit exclaimed,
"THE SERIAL KILLERS???"
Upon getting home, Anova asked, "So… I guess now we gotta see this movie to figure out how accurate it is!"
Anova placed her phone on the kitchen counter while they begun preparing the batter for some cookies.
In the movie, it came to the part where language teacher was introduced: Miss Thavel. According to the movie, a gentle, soft naturalist with a dark side nobody ever seen but the failing students.
"Pause," Claire told, as Anova reached one of her clean hands to pause the movie. "Who the fuck is this."
"…Miss Thavel I think her name was?" Biscuit murmured.
"I remember when she threw a ruler so hard that it got stuck in the wall because a student didn’t remember that Macbeth was related to Duncan." Claire told, forcing her gaze back on the browning butter to ensure she didn’t burn it. "Not really a soft soul, is it?"
"Damn."
"And Miss Bloomie!" Claire called out. "She was my favorite teacher because she was a tough woman with a soft spot for me. Here, she looks like a student!"
Anova placed a hand on Claire’s shoulder, "There girl…"
"…what did they do to those strong ladies? Circle would crawl out of prison just to murder the directors if she found out that THIS was how people saw her…"
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