Camp Night • Rodrick x Reader

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Y/n's POV

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The police and ambulance arrived swiftly, and I found myself standing with Derek and Cindy as an officer questioned Derek intensely. "Do you have any history with her? Any reason she might have had a grudge against you?" the officer inquired, his voice probing.

Derek shook his head in disbelief. "No grudge, no. We barely talked. Hell, I only ever got bug spray from her. It just doesn't make any sense."

"Why... why would she do something like this?" Cindy's voice trembled with fear and confusion. The officer sighed heavily. "She was nuts, like her kid."

"Nurse Lane... she never seemed crazy," I interjected quietly, feeling the weight of the recent events.

"That's what they said about her kid. But sane people don't attack others like that. Now, tell me again what happened," the officer pressed, his tone serious.

As they continued talking, I wandered away towards a tree, seeking solace from the chaos. Caitlyn suddenly appeared, hitting my arm sharply. "Hey, witch. So sorry. I guess you and Nurse Psycho were close. Well, you can visit her in jail now."

"Fuck off, Caitlyn," I snapped, glaring at her. She leaned in close, her smirk infuriating. "By the way, witch, you might want to check out your stuff. Think there was an accident in Cabin Seven."

"Hurry, witch! Run!" her friends taunted, giggling maliciously, but I ignored them as the dinner bell rang, signaling the end of the chaos for now.

Later in the art room with Ziggy, I vented my frustration. "I can't believe she did that," Ziggy exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "It was terrifying. She just came at him, saying one way or another, he's gonna die."

"Don't dwell on it too much. Let's get this prank going. I can't wait to Carrie her," I said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Ziggy chuckled, nodding in agreement. "She deserves it so much."

We were deep in our work when Cindy entered the room, her expression serious. Ziggy excused herself, leaving me alone with Cindy, who wasted no time in questioning us.

"What are you two doing?" Cindy asked, her gaze scanning the art supplies scattered around.

"Art project," I replied curtly, not in the mood for another interrogation.

"I need to talk to you," Cindy insisted, her tone urgent.

"I'm not in the mood," I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

Cindy sighed deeply, her voice pleading. "Your brother said yesterday you came over after you saw Nurse Lane."

"Oh, so now someone cares," I scoffed bitterly, picking up the paint cans as if to dismiss her.

"Y/n, this is serious," Cindy pressed, her concern evident.

"It was serious yesterday, and no one gave a shit," I retorted sharply, heading towards the door. Cindy followed me, determined to get answers.

As we strolled towards my cabin, Cindy continued probing. "What about drugs? Did you notice anything unusual?"

"She's a nurse, so... yeah," I replied sarcastically, feeling the tension between us grow.

"Did she mention anything, or..." Cindy trailed off, searching for clues.

"Nope," I cut her off abruptly, my patience wearing thin.

"Y/n, I'm just... I'm trying to understand what happened today," Cindy pleaded, her voice softening.

I rolled my eyes, frustration boiling over. "Who cares? It's over."

"Not for Derek, your brother. He's still freaked out and acting really weird. And it's just a big joke to everyone—Marry was possessed by the witch."

"Maybe she was," I muttered, my mind drifting to darker thoughts.

"Y/n..." Cindy's disappointment was palpable.

"What? Doesn't fit your carefully constructed bullshit view of the world?" I snapped, my anger unchecked.

"Why are you being like this?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because Nurse Lane was actually nice to me? Oh, and saving all your money to buy that cute new polo while my brother has been cheating on you is pathetic," I lashed out, the words bitter on my tongue.

Cindy's eyes welled up with tears, hurt evident in her expression. "I don't even know you anymore! You're a damn monster."

I reached my cabin door and swung it open forcefully. "That's what they all say," I muttered bitterly, slamming the door shut behind me.

"Yikes, that was some fight," Ziggy remarked, appearing from around the corner.

I shrugged, feeling a mix of guilt and defiance. "Yeah? Well, she deserved it. She hasn't been nice to me until this witch shit happened with my brother. We all know bad stuff always happens to Shadyside anyway."