BRUTAL-
❝ y/n, deena, simon, and kate are a small group of friends in high school. but when an unexpected new killer on the loose, and on the hunt, their lives are tested. constantly on the run, who knows if y/n will confess to kate what she wants...
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"you two act normal, ok?" simon tells y/n and kate as the two girls nod, walking out of the bathroom.
kate and y/n wait around for deena in the hall in front of the girl's bathroom. both are too scared to speak up after the — well — incident, this morning.
"so, this morning — hey, don't worry about it. not like you saw me naked or anything," y/n jokes, brushing off kate's apology as the brunette nods, blushing.
as soon as deena approaches us kate starts chanting the witch's phrase.
"she reaches from beyond the grave to make good men her wicked slaves — she'll take your blood!" simon finishes for kate, busting through a bathroom stall.
"really simon?" deena scoffs, leaning against the bathroom sink.
"she'll take your head," i pipe in, grabbing deena's head as she rolls her eyes.
"she'll follow you until you're dead," we all finish, dragging out the end with a laugh.
"wow," deena sarcastically smiles.
"you guys are dicks."
"it's just fun," kate shrugs her shoulders with a slight smile.
"it's sick," deena corrects, sending a look each of our ways.
"wh-what? the dude was wearing a skull mask," i attempt to reason with deena, who — as always — doesn't budge.
"how is that not fun?" kate asks, laughing a bit.
"people died. heather died. the dude was probably just some sad sap that hated his life, just like the rest of us," deena rants, our faces softening at her words.
"except, he decided, 'hey why don't i get out of here for good! and hey, how about i take heather and some other mall rats with me!' there's no angry dead witch who made him go postal. the only thing that made him go crazy was this stupid town."
deena finished her speech, dropping her sweater to the floor.
kate, simon and i shared a look, before turning back to deena.
"are you okay?" kate asks deena cautiously.
"yeah," deena dismisses, shaking her head.
"i'm fine."
"really? seems like you got a lil' ghost in you," simon pokes as i look at him, shaking my head.
"wait, why is he even here? this is the girl's bathroom."
simon walks to the vent, grabbing a box.
"candy store," simon says as he lightly shakes the box.
"y'know we don't actually believe this witch bullshit, right?" i tell deena as kate motions for me to help fix her hair.
"yeah, just a big fake joke," kate agrees, looking into my eyes and smiling softly.
"what's this?" kate asks when i'm done re-situating her bobby-pins.
"i need you to give it to sam tonight," deena says, pushing the box into kate's hands.
"yeah, no."
"y/n?"
"don't get me caught up in your relationship drama," i decline, holding up my hands.
"yeah, you need to do this yourself," kate tells deena.
"but i'm not going to the game. i quit band."
"since when?" kate and i ask.
"since who gives a shit?"
"but band is your only extra-circular left," i try to reason with deena as she purses her lips and sighs.
"well you still have you band uniform right?" kate asks, walking to the box and opening it. deena peaking into it curiously.
"i can give you something that will give you the balls to stand up to sam."
"what? you're dealing again?" deena squeaks.
"i thought you stopped after dingus' brother here od'd."
"timothy?" simon asks.
"timothy wasn't a real od, they brought him back," i defend.
"you guys are idiots," deena rolls her eyes playfully.
we start to leave the bathroom when someone runs in front of us, yelling as he was holding a dummy with a rope attached to it's neck.
"yeah!" simon cheered as the rest of us stared in disgust.
