You can hear your pulse in your ears. Your heart is pumping at a rapid pace. Blood. Blood everywhere. All you can recall is blood. The air smelled of it, your hands were covered in it, and your body was stained with it. You tried your best to keep Sidney's throat closed, but you couldn't stop the bleeding. So, you sit curled up in a ball on the floor, covered in your best friend's blood as she lays lifeless next to you. Your two other best friends, if you'd call them that, stand above you tauntingly.
You sniff, your hand quickly covering your nose at the sharp smell of blood, "I won't say anything."
Your voice is so quiet that the two boys almost don't hear you.
"If you let me live, I won't say anything. Frame Sidney's dad for all I care. We can all say we survived his attacks and that he killed himself after killing Sid. Just please, I'm begging," you say, staring up at Stu and Billy pleadingly.
Billy toys with his lip using the tip of his knife, thinking over your bargain before turning to Stu.
"What do you think?"
You want to say you're doing this because a sick, sick part of you wants to stay in their lives. The people you knew before they revealed themselves are people you want to know forever, even if they are psychopaths. Or maybe, you're in such shock that you'd do anything to live, whether you're lying to them or not.
Stu whispers in Billy's ear, "We care about them, remember? We didn't want to kill them."
"Well, things change," Billy says aloud, turning back to you.
"We let you live on two conditions," he begins, crouching down to your level, "The first is that everyone you care about will die if you say anything to anyone."
You want to snort at that. The only people who matter to you are Billy, Stu, and your mother. You have no other family and, at this point, no other friends.
"Billy, that'd be difficult, considering you two are the only people I really care about."
His breath hitches at that. Do you still care?
Stu sits on the floor next to you, "The second condition is that you stay with us. Forever."
"What?" you ask, shocked. What the hell did that mean?
He must've seen the genuine confusion on your face, so he adds, "Like, for us to keep an eye on you, we all have to stay together."
"What about school and my mom?" you ask.
"After all this blows over, we need to remain normal. We're gonna stay in school. Your mom will understand there's a trauma bond, isn't that right, Stu?" Billy nudges the sandy-haired boy, who is eyeing the blood all over you. He finds it oddly attractive.
"Yeah, that's right," Stu nods in agreement.
You hate to do this to yourself, and a part of you hated to do it to them. But you remind yourself you're not doing this to the boys you thought they were; you're doing this to two deranged psychopaths.
"Okay. So it's settled, then," Billy says, standing up, "We have to make this look real. You're going to stab me, and then I'll stab you."
Stu nods, standing up and beginning to amp himself up, "Okay! Let's do this!"
Stu takes the blade from Billy before stabbing him in the left side below his ribs. You look away, cringing.
"Fuck, godammit it, Stu!" Billy shouts, leaning against the island.
Billy takes his turn, jabbing the knife into Stu numerous times, and each time you cringe further back into the cabinet pressed to your back.
The both of them notice this, and Stu, albeit in pain and bloody, wants to comfort you. Billy feels bad seeing you upset at them being hurt deep down inside. They both do. Psychopathic tendencies aside, they never wanted to hurt or kill you in their plan, but you were too smart and got in the way. Now, however, since a deal has been sprung, they no longer have the desire to harm you in any way. You, though? You wouldn't turn down the chance to kill them right now if it means you live. And that sucks. It sucks so bad because they're the only good friends you've ever had that you related to. But that all could be due to them being crazy and mimicking your behavior to get close to you. At the same time, would they really do all of that just to kill you? They did that with Sidney, but she was the primary victim. They surely wouldn't put in all that effort to kill you too, right?
"Billy, please stop! I'm getting a little woozy here!" Stu cries out, holding onto his side, his favorite sweater now soaked in his own blood.
You look at the both of them with worry, wanting to disappear into the cabinet behind you.
"Hey, (Y/N), it's okay. We lo-" Billy is cut off by a gunshot behind him. He doesn't bother turning around, blood pooling his shirt at his abdomen quickly.
He clutches his stomach, falling to his knees in front of you.
"You bitch!" Stu yells from beside Billy, looking at the perpetrator.
The boy with the brown hair collapses to the floor beside you and Sidney, his blood pouring onto the tile at a rapid pace. The smell of it wafts through your nose again. You desperately want to throw up.
Stu had laid the gun down on the counter when he and Billy were stabbing each other. That's where the shooter must have gotten it from. Stu leans down and grabs the knife from beside Billy, running to the person with the gun.
He doesn't get very far before he's shot as well, turning around towards you as he holds his hand to his chest. His hand is covered in even more blood, and it's his own this time.
You look up to see Gale Weathers pointing the gun. You want to feel relieved, but you weren't going to until this was completely over. Your breath is shaky as you place a hand on Billy's face as he blinks up at you with bleary eyes. He's dying. Your best friends are dying, and you don't know how to feel about it, even if they are fucking crazy. Tears begin to fall down your face as you gently run your thumb over Billy's cheekbone.
"I'm sorry," you say, feeling awful that everything in his life came to this moment. His mother abandoned him and made him this way. But his actions can't be justified- he killed all of your friends. You want to hate him, but you can't.
Billy coughs up blood, shaking his head, "I'm sorry," he croaks out before his eyes glaze over and become empty. His body stills.
You let out a sob as Gale watches you, feeling a little sad because you lost all of your friends in such a tragic way. You crawl over to Stu, who is struggling to breathe.
"It's okay, Stu. Just let go," you're still a blubbering mess as you whisper to him, your tears falling on his face.
His eyes glance over at you as he wheezes, reaching his hand out to hold yours. Death is an inexplicably human experience. Not exclusive to humans, no, but an emotionally tolling experience that humans feel differently from other animals. Watching your friends die in front of you is something you'll never get over but something you'll just learn to live with. As life leaves Stu's eyes, you finally breathe a sigh of relief. Relief. You haven't felt it in so long that it's almost odd to not be on edge or terrified every second of every day. You look up at Gale, who is still in her aimed position. She lowers the gun, tossing it on the floor.
"I called the police. They should be here any second," Gale says in a monotone voice. Her face is cut and bruised from the accident.
"I thought you were dead," you say, wiping your eyes.
"I did too," she lets out an empty chuckle.
There's silence before you begin to hear sirens. The two of you walk to the front door, stepping over bodies to get there. Dewey is still lying on the porch with a knife sticking out of his back, but his eyes are open.
"Dewey?" you gasp, shocked that he's alive too.
"(Y/N)," he whispers.
"Help is here. It's okay," you crouch down, resting a hand on Dewey's shoulder.
As police and ambulances pull into Stu's driveway, you see the sun peaking over the horizon.
Maybe things will be okay. After all, there's always tomorrow.
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omg guys it's finally here ): the ending )): I had so much fun writing this, and this challenged me as a writer because I have never finished a fanfic before, despite writing for years. I wanna thank everyone who read this, left comments, reblogged/ left kudos/ voted/ liked this story! even if you didn't like it, thank you for your time! I will be working on a new fanfic that's more detailed and longer. I'll still be taking requests, but until then, laters babies! <3
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edited: May 22, 2022
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