Troy was staying away from the boards today. People were going missing and as much as he wished he cared, he couldn't find it in himself to keep watching their parents' frantic conversations, the plans; Troy was still learning to be a bad ass. He would've gotten in the way. Moira was probably fine, Britt was probably fine...and he didn't like staring at all of those posts and knowing he was useless. This was the first place ever that had made him feel that way and Troy didn't like that. So, he headed down to the kitchen. Lucky for Troy, his high metabolism made up for the fact that he was a closeted emotional eater.
It took a few minutes and a lot of care, but Troy had made himself the most awesome sandwich ever, probably in the history of the world. He'd had it up and poised to take the first glorious bite when he heard the howl. "Whaaaaat?" he whispered, eyes wide as he set the sandwich down again.
Thinking quickly, Troy realized that was the sound of every werewolf in every crappy B movie he and Abed Mystery-Science-Theater-ed together. And it was inside. "No way," he thought aloud. "Silver. Silver...silver..."
Troy's eyes scanned the kitchen frantically and fell on a metal collander which he snatched up and quickly put on his head. Then, he grabbed a large metal top to a pot in one hand and a large, two prong fork in the other. That was totally close enough, right? Yeah, that'd do, he decided.
Poking his head around the corner tentatively, Troy swallowed thickly. What if there really was a werewolf out there? He didn't have silver bullets; how the heck was he supposed to kill it? Poking it or whatever was just gonna make it mad, wasn't it? For a second, he stood still and whimpered. This was like the time in Paintball Assassin when those dudes from City College were totally infiltrating. Only...this time, if he got attacked, it wasn't just paint on his clothes. He would be so totally screwed.
Still, he did have to get out of the kitchen. It'd smell food, probably, right? Then he was right in it's frickin' way. So, he took a few steps out and toward the lobby, gulping nervously before he finally noticed something that pulled his focus entirely. Oh man that was a blood...and a lady. Just kind of...like...laying there. And when Troy got a little closer, his eyes widened again and he dropped the pot top. She was covered in blood.
Looking around, Troy took a deep breath and knelt down next to her. "Hey," he hissed. "Hey, lady...there's a frickin' werewolf in here, I heard it... Did it already — oh, crap, it didn't turn you did it? Oh God," he whimpered, standing. "Oh, man, I don't know what to do!" he gasped in a high-pitched voice usually reserved only for Abed and Annie. "Hey! Lady!" he squeaked. "Hey, I need some help!" he shouted as he knelt back down beside her and fumbled in his pockets for his phone. "Anybody?!"