Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 32

Back to (Y/N) pov:

Despite almost getting murdered, all you could think about was how Karl held you.

(and yes, thats how we're starting this)

You had gotten out of the terribly awkward position that you were sitting/laying in and tried to hide the blush on your cheeks. It was ridiculous how you were blushing and getting butterflies over a fluffy haired boy with beautiful brown eyes-

Fuck. You're getting distracted. Again.

You followed Karl as you both rushed downstairs and into the ballroom, where Sir Billiam, James, Sebastian, and Oliver were all together.

Lydia soon found her way to the ballroom, a few moments later than everyone else. She was fluffing up her clothes to try and make them look presentable, with a small tear at one of the edges. Her face was distraught, she obviously heard the screams too.

In fact, everyone looked grim.

It seems like only you, Karl, James, Lydia, Sebastian, Oliver, and the Host of the Ball were stuck inside the Mansion. And of course the unlucky soul who got murderred. Poor Drew.

The doors seemed to be locked, not from the inside, but the outside. The doors were too thick to break, and the windows too high to shatter. There was no escape.

The first thing you hear Sir Billiam say to his remaining guests was somthing along the lines of property sales and death.

Something that you would've expected from him, but nevertheless you were a bit shocked.

He slipped a gold ingot into your hand, a sort of bribe to keep quiet about the death.

"I say that the butler" Sir Billiam said the name with disgust, "murddered that other poor man."

You saw the Butlers eyes raise with shock at the accusation, "I haven't seen anyone since the lights turned off."

Well no shit. No one could see anything since the lights turned off.

"I think we should spread out and find clues." Karl said. "And let's split off into groups so no one gets picked off and killed."

Karl held your hand and led you away into the mansion. You looked over your shoulder to see that everyone was hesitantly doing the same. You disappeared behind a corner before you could see who decided to group together.

"The screams came from that side of the Mansion." Karl said, pointing down a dark hall. "Maybe we can find clues of who killed them."

You walked side by side, the sudden cold atmosphere of the room sending shivers up your back. It was like a hand was touching you, crawling up your back, wrapping around your throat to choke you-

You heard sinister light laughter from behind you.

You whipped around, but no one was there.

"What's wrong?" Karl asked as he too looked behind him only to find a empty, dimly lit hallway.

"It's nothing. Nothing to worry about." You mumbled as you pulled him ahead and started walking faster.

The laughter sounded like Quackity's laugh.

You've heard Quackity laugh before, at a dumb dick joke or because he won a poker game.

But this laugh sounded crazy. And it matched the face that Quackity wore when he stood above you, sword in hand, about to cut your head off.

No.

You could never consider him your friend anymore, even though you technically were in the wrong.

Should've you saved him when he first got attacked by Technoblade? And then again when he lost his eye?

You laughed silently in your head. You'd literally seen your father die, your first love get swept away from you, let Tommy get killed and live with unbearable grief, but you were feeling haunted over a boy who wasn't even alive yet in this point of time. It wasn't even the most traumatic thing to you, but it seemed like two pair of hands around your throat, choking you everytime it resurfaced in your memories.

You were more powerful than him.

You could bring him to his knees in pain.

The fear that you felt as he was about to deliver the final blow on you should match the pain you would make him suffer.

He deserved to feel that pain,

... Did he?

Karl had to hold back a gasp as you saw the bloody mess that was Drew.

You'd seen blood and mess before, but you were still disturbed.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

Karl gagged at the sight, and he stepped behind you as if you would be a shield against the horrible sight in front of you.

You bent down closer, as Karl stepped away from the gorey mess, and examined the remains.

A torso here, a (hand?) there, and a screaming face that would be forever frozen in time rolled away into a corner. All splattered with deep dark red blood.

Amongst the blood, there was a flash of bright blue torn fabric that was darkening in the red blood. The exact same fabric that Lydia's dress was made of.

You felt the burst of dread and adrenaline pump through you.

Lydia?

But it couldn't be her, she was so sweet and kind!

You grabbed Karls hand as you turned away from the scene.

"I know who the killer is." You mumbled to him urgently as you looked him in his eyes.

And then the lights went out again.

Shit.

A/N YEAA NEW CHAPTER

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