Chapter 3

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"Finn? Jake? Are you guys home?"

I called out walking into the treehouse looking around until a sudden garbage like smell had hit my nose.

What is that smell? Rotting flesh? Is that your rotten flesh?
Why is it on the floor? Do you not see it? Do you not hear the cries? The sounds of blood falling from your wrists?
Oh wait, your sight is no longer with you, shame. . . Maybe your dream is becoming a reality. . .

I couldn't help but gag as I walked deeper into the house looking around in hopes to find Finn or Jake.

But the smell had only gotten so much more worse, no Finn or Jake. . . No friends to cry to or to tell them about that crazy dream you had.

"Finn! This isn't funny! Where are you?" I called out yet again, "I want to talk to you."

No answer.

Tears started to fill my lifeless orbs as I continued to search the flesh infested home that belonged to Finn and Jake.

I was starting to worry, this wasn't like them. . . It wasn't like them to just abandon the place they work so hard to build.

"Finn. . . Anyone, please answer. . . Where are you?"

I couldn't help but give up, I lost them for good.

It was all my fault, and I hated myself so much for it.

𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 ; finn x oc ( hiatus )Where stories live. Discover now