Chapter 6

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To make up for not posting for 3 days, heres another chapter

/ Whitty's POV \
I woke up the next morning to Ruv still sleeping, it was around 12.
I walk downstairs and see Sarv sitting on the couch watching Spongebob.. And eating ice cream..
“Please don't tell me that's the only thing you've eaten today-?”
She turns around
“I've had 3 buckets” she said smiling :)
“I'll make breakfast then..”
As I walked to the kitchen I remembered that today was the party. I crack eggs into the pan and start to cook them. Most people assume that I'm terrible at cooking because of my big hands, but really it's quite easy! Once you get the hang of it-
Someone behind me hugs me, it wasn't a tight one.
“Ruv?”
“I smelt eggs” He said, still tired, without looking up.
“Thats cuz i'm cooking some-”
“WHEN WILL THEY BE DONE” Ruv looked at me with huge eyes
“In a bit??'
“I want 7”
“Okay-?”
I put more eggs into the pan. Ruv is just standing next to me watching me cook. He was acting like a child that just got gobs of candy.
“E g  g s…”
“Are you okay-!?” his eyes were HUGE. Sarv walks over to me and says
“He really likes eggs..”
“I can tell-” I say still eyeing him

/ Later \
/ 3rd person \
The 3 started to decorate and get ready for the party later.
Sarv was running around tying balloons onto everything, while Ruv was hanging up decorations. He started to get the tables ready, placing down all the food and drinks.
“Why are we having this party anyways?” Ruv asked Whitty
“Every year me and my friends have a christmas party.” He started to explain “And each  year someone else hosts it, and this year Im hosting it”
“Makes sense” Ruv says

/ At 10am \
*DING DONG*
Sarv dashed over to the door, and opened it
“Hellooo~!” she said happily “You're here for the Party right?”
“Uh.. yes” the person said with a questioning stare.
“Well come in then!” Sarv said
The person stepped in. He was wearing a blue shirt, with a corner hanging out. He also had a pink tie on with dark blue pants and shoes.
“The names Senpai, or Spirit, call me Senpai though”
Sarv smiled “Im Sarvente or Sarv!”, “Whitty is in the kitchen”
“Thanks” Senpai walked off
/ 11am \
Everyone who was invited was at Whitty's house, and they were all dancing, talking and eating.

/ Whitty's POV \
I was sitting on the couch talking with Tankman (yes i know he's not technically from FNF but he is in it, so shush) when suddenly someone tapped my shoulder. She had dark red hair and a bright red dress, along with red shoes.
“What do YOU want?”
Tankman walked away not wanting to get involved
“You remembered me?!” The girl said smiling
“No”
The girl just stared
“Well my name is Cherry!” (Thats GF's name now because i don't feel like calling her Girlfriend)
“Okay, nice talk I'm a bit busy right now” I said, turning my head
“But Whitty…”
“Wha-” I turned my head and my lips met hers.
I tried to pull away but I knew it was no use. If i were to reject this girl her father would kill me. I didn't pull away but I didn't kiss back. My eyes wandered around the room and I saw Ruv standing there, staring at me. NO NO NONONONO, I pull away not caring about the consequences. I get up from the couch and speed walk towards him.

/ Ruv's POV \
I was talking with some girl named Sky, she was a fangirl of Boyfriends but she was quite interesting, surprisingly. She walked away eventually after seeing someone else she wanted to talk to. I take a sip of my vodka while my eyes wander around the room. They eventually landed on the couch… and there was Whitty.... Kissing someone..

My eyes teared up and I felt an aching in my heart, and I had no idea why. He gets up and starts to walk towards me, I quickly run out the door. I run as far as possible, twisting and turning, tears still filled my eyes. I sit down in an alleyway and cry.
“IT'S NOT FAIR” I yell, I hear a couple people yell, scared from the earthquake
“I knew *hic* it…”I say softly to myself "Who would ever like someone like me? Just a russian with a terrible attitude. That's all I am”
I hear footsteps but I'm too tired to look at who it is.
“Hey..” I hear. It was the voice of a broken guitar
“What do you want?” I muffle, my head still in my arms
“I swear i wasn't kissing her, she was kissing me”
“THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU PULL AWAY?! HUH?!” I yell
“HER DAD WAS LOOKING AT ME! HE WOULD MURDER ME! JUST ASK SENPAI!!” Whitty says getting angry
“Whatever.” I say in a annoyed tone “Like i believe that”
“FINE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS EVER IN LOVE WITH YOU!” He stands up, I look up with surprised. His eyes were something i've never seen. They were turning a bunch of different shapes every millisecond and the shade of the colors he was wearing was changing along with his eyes. He screeches and I cover my ears
“Wait! I didn't mean it!”
“WhaTeVer LikE I BeliEvE thAT!” His voice was more cracked up and even more scratchy like. He used my own words against me. THAT BITCH. I stand up but he's already gone. All i hear is screams from other people but i don't care i stop away angrily. ‘He was probably ALSO lying about being in love with me’ I think to myself angirly

/ 3rd person, with Whitty \
Whitty was killing everyone he saw. There where police after him but he always killed them easily. Like a simple human against a bomb?? Police shot at him but the bullets just deflected off of him because he was made of metal. He screeched once again. Some of the police had heart attacks, leading them to die.
He was in such a rage, He didn't care. The only thing in his mind was anger, he wanted to kill everyone.

/ 23 minutes later \
Whitty sat in an alleyway between 2 tall buildings. He was only 5 feet when sitting, so it helped.
He grabbed his phone and plugged in some headphones starting to listen to music. The first song that came up was Genocide, by Lil Darkie {Its a good song go listen to it}. The song only made him wanna murder more people so he switched the song to: Treehouse by Alex G. It was a song that made him calm down. He sat there and cried

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” he whispered to himself repeatly “Why did I do that...?” He sat there cradling himself

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