Someone came up with the idea of college-aged Mabel as an RA who preys on freshmen last thread:
>You're a week into your first semester of college, studying to get a jump on some of your classes.
>Suddenly your door swings open. It's your resident assistant, Mabel.
>She's kind of a weirdo, but she's been really friendly and supportive of you since you started.
>"WOMP! Hey, anon! What're you studying like a nerd for? It's only the first week of the semester!"
>Embarrassed, you try to explain that you're hoping to make a good impression with your professor. You can already tell that she's bored of this topic as she flops face down on your bed and rolls around.
>"Yeah, yeah -- give it a rest, poindexter! You're a big man on campus now! These are new stomping grounds! You need to give the homework a rest and start stomping!"
>As if to illustrate her point, Mabel hops off your bed and starts stomping around the room in some weird amalgamation of a dinosaur walk and a Frankenstein walk. You point out the inconsistency to her, stifling a laugh.
>"Bwah! Look out, anon! It's Frankenzilla! He feeds on the boring!"
>Mabel lumbers over to you and pulls you into a bear hug from behind, miming eating your brain. You both burst into laughter. If nothing else, she sure was interesting. Maybe she was right. You could stand to--
>Wait, why is she still hugging you?
>You look up at Mavel from your chair. Something has shifted in her expression -- she's still got that same toothy smile, but there's something more calculating behind it now. Her eyes, half-lidded, seem to be staring directly into yours.
>Taken aback, you joke that Frankenzilla is kind of a hugger.
>This time Mabel doesn't play along. Instead, she traces her hands down from around your neck to your chest, seductively.
>Alarmed, you jump up, backing away. You nervously ask what she's doing. Mabel laughs, draping herself over your now empty chair with a coy grin.
>CON'T
