The creeper was being really quiet, but Frenzy knew he was there. Sensed his thick, oily, and extremely disconcerting EM field. "Ya gettin' yer jollies off, afthead?" Frenzy growled as he pushed himself back to his feet, wiping off the snow.

For a moment, Frenzy focused on using his other senses to lead him in the direct of the geardeer. Picked up their movement not far ahead. Now, if he just kept using sound to guide him-- Tugging the boombox back into place, he darted off, moving as fast as he could with his limitations.

He was going to get one of those damn deers.