one by one [mcyt]

VIII

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don't you know
the devil wears a suit and tie
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"I hope I don't have to bury another body. Ever." Wilbur exclaimed as he piled the dirt back on top of Karl, eyes staring at the dripping sky.

"I second that." Eleanor sniffed, unable to fix her eyes on anything but the tiles on the roof.

She placed his mask atop his grave before rising to her feet and walking toward the array of flower bushes. She chose a rose bush and carelessly picked out a flower.

"Ouch." She cursed, a drop of blood secreting from the top of her middle finger.

She simply wiped the blood away on her dress. It was a mess now anyways. Eleanor brought the rose to the flat dirt and lied it under the mask.

She stood beside Wilbur and grabbed his hand, leaning into his side.

"Can I say a few things?" Eleanor said, wiping her nose.

"Yeah, of course." Wilbur sweetly said, everybody else nodding.

"Karl. You were one of the purest people I've ever met. It breaks my heart that you can no longer shine your light on everybody you meet. Rest easy, you beautiful soul." She spoke from her broken heart, the last bit of gold left in it getting dripped onto Karl's grave.

Wilbur gave her a kiss on the top of her head and she blinked away the tears prickling her eyes.

Dream was silent, only staring at his shovel and breathing out of pattern breaths.

They all trudged inside and sat on the couch, looking at each other. If everybody was in their sight at all times, nothing could go wrong. Right?

Eleanor's hand found it's place in Wilburs and she took a deep breath.

"I miss Tommy." Eleanor sighed, leaning into Wilbur's side. She missed the comic relief he gave, and the lightened mood she felt whenever she was around him.

He lovingly stroked her hand with his thumb.

"Me too."

"So what now?" Dream said, and it was clear his frustration had gotten the best of him.

"We just wait until he confesses!?" Dream gestured to Ranboo, as if he wasn't even in the room.

"I didn't kill anybody!" Ranboo cried out, burying his face in his hands.

Silence consumed them, ringing out and deafening them. The only noise was the ghosts that swarmed the home just slightly rearranging things.

Wilbur watched as Ranboo brought his knees to his chest and placed his head on his folded arms that were draped over them.

"Dream can you stop tormenting that poor kid!" Wilbur shouted, making Ranboo jump.

"You want me to stop tormenting the killer! Really!?" Dream got up from his seated position beside Eleanor and got in Wilbur's face, pointing at him.

"How do you not realize it's entirely plausible that you could be the killer!" Wilbur furrowed his brows and stared at Dream. He sat up and Eleanor kept a grip on the hem of his untucked shirt.