w a r p e d • mcyt highschool au

Chapter 8: Guilty?

Karl watched George and Sapnap enter the classroom, Sapnap's eyes angrily staring at Dream, who was sitting towards the front of the class instead of in the back.

If looks could kill, Dream would be a pile of ashes.

Miss Peters was late to class, something that never happened. Karl had basically no one to talk to, as Quackity had been called to the office a period before and never came back. There was so much to think about, so much to get worked up over.

But he couldn't right now.

Watching Sapnap carefully, Karl saw him usher George away towards Quackity's seat. George had bloodshot eyes again, and Karl was a bit worried about him.

"George, you alright?" He gave George a hopeful smile.

"Not really. But I'll be fine." George smiled with a heartbroken look, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Alright, so he was worse than before.

Dream and Sapnap were exchanging words. Well, more like Sapnap was talking and Dream might be listening. Karl doubted he was.

Sapnap seemed to give up with a loud sigh, making his way back to his normal seat. The minutes ticked by slowly, Miss Peters still not showing up.

Suddenly, She burst through the door, looking like a royal mess. Going to the front, she swept her gaze over the Juniors and Seniors.

"We need to discuss things." She curtly nodded at them, clearly tired and worn out.

The students, for once, payed attention.

"As you all are probably aware, a student died last night." She sucked in a breath, adjusting her glasses. "This is something very tragic, and we all will mourn him with respect and honor. He was a great student and son, always wearing a smile. He-"

"Use his name." Sapnap said, his voice unfaltering.

"He was-" Miss Peters continued, ignoring him.

"Use. His. Name." Sapnap stood, slamming his hands onto the desk. Miss Peters looked taken aback, about to be strict and command him to sit down. But somehow she didn't.

"Purpled." Miss Peters said, her voice heavy and unsteady. The class fell into a silence, and Karl shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Thank you." Sapnap whispered, falling back into his seat.

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"It wasn't me! I didn't kill Purpled!" Quackity's panicked voice pierced through the quiet halls. Karl lifted up his head, his heart pounding.

What had Quackity done!?

Pushing past students who had gathered, Karl found a distressed Quackity on the ground, two policemen surrounding him with his hands cuffed. His hand flying up to his mouth, Karl stopped dead.

"Your fingerprints had been found at the crime scene. We aren't saying you did it, but with that much evidence, we can't just let you go." The policewoman on his right held sympathy in her voice, clearly seeing the distress coming from him.

"But it wasn't me! It.. wasn't me." Quackity's voice broke, tears running down his face silently.

Karl ran towards them. "He didn't do it! I swear!" He stood in front of the officers, who looked at him in surprise.