A Friend?

Melanie shut herself in one of the many downstairs toilet cubicles in the hope of getting a single moment to herself. It was pointless, of course. She only had to look up to see a camera with a blinking red light staring right back at her, and she knew there would be countless people watching her now and wondering why she wasn't peeing. She was starting to feel completely suffocated in this place, and it wasn't helping her already foul mood.

Chantelle had just announced to the whole group that she was now taking over as the head witch in the war that had just kicked off against Rebecca in a disastrous fashion. It was a responsibility she felt entirely unqualified for, and yet she really had **** but to give it her best shot. She felt sure that wouldn't be enough though, and she was going to end up letting her friends down. Melanie had never wanted to be a hero, and felt ill equipped to become one, but somehow the role always seemed to be **** upon her.

Melanie's phone buzzed. When she checked it, the sender of the message she'd just received had labelled themselves as simply 'A Friend'. That was strange. A crank fan of the show maybe? But how would they get her number? Melanie received countless weird messages from viewers on her tablet but never on her phone. She read the message with interest.

Hello Melanie! You don't know me, but I have been following you and your glitch friends for some time now. But mostly you. I am afraid that I am not in a position to reveal to you who I am or what I do at the present time, and indeed I may never be able to, but I hope you will believe me when I say I am a friend.

We have a mutual enemy, you see. Not the witch, the other one. The bigger, uglier bully. I'm sure you don't need me to name him. But I can help you with your current problem. I can't intervene directly, but I can give you advice on how to win the battle you are currently fighting. I can also provide you with greater magical power, but not until I feel you are capable of controlling it. I am not just doing this out of the goodness of my heart though, once you are done with Rebecca I will expect your help in ridding the world of the greater evil. For good. He is working with her now, in case you weren't aware, and you and your friends will never be truly free of him without my help. Text me back if you are interested in my offer. I can give you something to help you right away, as a show of faith and a demonstration of what a powerful ally I can be. To be blunt, now that Rebecca has her new ally, you really can't win this war with out me.

One final thing. Please don't tell anyone else about this. Not for now at least. You are a very impressive young woman, Melanie Jones. I know you will make the right call. I know you won't disappoint me.

Melanie read the message back and sighed to herself. It was pretty clear what was being asked of her here. In exchange for this mystery person's support in dealing with Rebecca, she would have to take on the Director at some point in the future. That was an even more daunting prospect, but she had to find a way to deal with the issue at hand and she was short of any other ideas right now. Above all else, there was no way she was going to let poor Noelle live the rest of her life as a mouse. Melanie began to type her reply...