Pico X Reader // "Gunshots"

'Halloween Murders'

You find yourself stirring in bed, an uncomfortable feeling surrounding you. It was a gloomy October morning and you were running out of activities. You had already watched all of your favorite horror movies, decorated, baked a Halloween cake, read horror stories, and tried to summon Slenderman. What more could a Halloween loving teen want during October?

In the middle of your complaining thoughts, your window suddenly interrupts you as a boy jumps in. You stared at the ginger infront of you, your heart racing...

"JESUS CHRIST, PICO! What the fuck are you doing jumping through my window? You gave me a heart attack!" You scream, clearly agitated. He hopped off of the window sill and chuckled,

"What, did you think I was a goddamn murderer?"

"Very likely! It's Halloween and you know what happens in Scream movies."

"Don't be so dramatic, plus, in the first 2022 Scream their motive was the fact Stab 8 was trash. In my personal opinion, none of the Scream movies were ass, so what motive would anyone have?"

"Society has grown much more deranged, Pico. Some teenagers just want to murder someone. Specifically you, psycho that carries around an Uzi."

Pico looked at the gun in his hand and twirled it around his finger, grinning, which only earned an annoyed sigh from you. The dynamic between you two was similar to one of a married old couple that argued every day over who makes better cookies. What made it worse was that no one knew how you two became bestfriends, it just... Kind of happened, yknow?

"What are you even doing here?" You ask, studying him intently. He only answered with a small shrug, before giggling, "Came here to see what your hot milf mom was doing. She still single?" He asked proudly, expecting a positive response before you smacked him over the head. "Do us all a favor and shove that gun in your mouth. You'd get bonus points if you pull the trigger." Pico shoved you lightly for your rude response, now pouting. His antics seriously got on your nerves like CRAZY. But, you still happened to love him. Not in any weird way, of course... You think.

"You're a terrible friend." Pico whines, folding his arms. "Oh, cry me a river." You get up from your bed, harshly shoving Pico as you walk over to your closet. He, again, throws a mini-tantrum. Sometimes you ponder why you became friends with someone so utterly dense in the first place. You trudge over to your closet, swiftly shifting through your clothes.

"Nice ass, doll, what are you doing? Playing dress up?"
"Fuck off, I'm getting ready, numb-nuts. Something you should start doing, rather than wearing the same highlighter neon green sweater every goddamn day."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Y/N, I think it suits me!"
"Yeah, yeah, and don't get a boner staring at my ass for so long."

Pico goes a bit silent after your remark, pursing his lips as he leans against the headboard. Every day seemed the same, and Pico had a chance to change that... Why would he do that? It felt like routine for Pico to come jumping through your window, and maybe that proved your previous point of him being a psycho, but if it meant hearing your bickering maybe it was worth it- Even if it costed him a loop in life. Maybe someday, there'd be a change. Maybe what he wanted was to feel something more, or maybe he wanted a further relationship... Or, the thought process wasn't worth it. It was beginning to get a bit too sophisticated for his brain to comprehend.

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After a small while, a loud and sudden bang is heard. It startles the two teenagers arguing together, Pico having a slightly more severe reaction, while Y/N seemed less panicked; but equally, both were a bit shaken. Y/N and Pico exchange worried glances, before Pico rushes up from the bed.

Y/N follows suit, running after Pico before he could reach the kitchen, where the source of the loud noise was located. She bumps straight into him as Pico stops abruptly, his body suddenly quivering lightly. She grips his shoulders and props herself up, looking over him before gasping.

Blood pooled onto the floor, ruby liquids staining the perfect marble tiles. Brains splattered what used to be flawless white walls, and upon looking down; Y/N recognized the pained, lifeless expression of her mother. Such a sight provided a strange sense of irony, the two previously talking about murderers during the Psychopath-containing month. Almost as if on instinct, Pico grabs onto Y/N's hip, staring down at the corpse that twitched ever-so-slightly every few seconds.

"What...

The...

Fuck."