Ah, hello darling. Timaeus, right? The Librarian? Can I call you Tim?
The kid with the curly bleach-blonde hair looked up from his notebook with a shark-like grin. How did he–
How do you know my name?? Are you–
Oh I know lots of things, Tim, don’t worry! Salvatore Benevici at your service. The Ultimate…
He reached for something out of his pocket, but…
Dammit, where’s my phone? And my camera! Of all times to…
He was right, my phone was missing too. I suppose that would be an obvious thing for a kidnapper to take, though. That was what happened, right? We had to have been kidnapped…
Paparazzi, of course! Oh I know how it sounds, we always get a bad rep. But it’s the ones who are bad at their jobs who make up things for clicks and likes, you know.
My reporting accuracy record is stellar! And I’ve been on the forefront of some of the biggest leaks in this decade!
So you’re more like… an investigative journalist? But for celebrity gossip.
That makes it sound so boring, but yes. And here I am, surrounded by 15 of the most famous teenagers in the world, and I can’t even take pictures! Isn’t it awful?
Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t feel particularly photogenic right now.
Oh don’t be silly Tim, you’re gorgeous. Even with the unflattering lighting!
Uh– um– th-thanks???
Now I don’t suppose you know any more about the situation than I do, hm? Sixteen of us total, all students at Hope’s Peak Academy, no memory of how we got here…
Um… no? I just woke up…
Well, that’s that! If you find anything interesting out and about, you let me know, okay darling?
And… that was that. He ended the conversation even more suddenly than he’d started it, and resumed writing in his little notebook. I didn’t much care for the idea of getting interviewed for a gossip magazine, but maybe his investigative skills will help us figure out what’s going on.
…Does he really think I’m pretty???