Five Nights at GameGrumps -#Wattys2015-

Chapter Eight: The Book

"I don't want to go back there." Jon says as he stares at the brick wall in front of him with a blank expression printed on his face.

"I understand what you mean, Jon. I didn't want to go back there either but... you actually knew them before they," I cough before continuing, "but you have to do this. If not for yourself then for them. It's what they would've wanted."

"I don't want to see them like that, that's not how I want to remember them. I want to remember them as the same happy-go-lucky, cheerful people I once knew. But those... things... are not my friends and they never will be." Jon responds as he pulls his eyes away from the brick wall that he was intensely scanning and turned his gaze to me.

"I made a promise to you and to my friends; I will find out who did this to them and when I do, they will pay with their own lives if need be. I don't care who it was. I will avenge them; even if I means I need to give up my life to do so." Jon continues. He lets out a deep sigh and takes out a coin from his pocket and begins playing around with it inbetween his fingers.

"I hope it doesn't escalate to that though but I agree, we need to find out who did this and why but we don't have long left. We have tonight and tomorrow and then they're pulling the place down, along with any clues left inside it. We need to hurry and we can't waste anymore time." I jump up from my seat and walk over to the door. I grab my jacket and I hear Jon following close behind me as I open the door.

"Mark, where are we going?" Jon asks as I close the door behind us. I turn to him and smile,

"We're going to find Kevin." I reply simply. Confusion and worry strike across Jon's face as I mention Kevin and I have to admit, I'm feeling the same way that he is right now. I have no idea where to find Kevin or if he is still alive but I know that he is still out there somewhere and I know that we are going to get some answers out of him. No matter what.

"Mark. Stop." Jon says from behind me. I sigh and stop in my tracks, "What is it?" I reply, my tone of voice irritated and somewhat exhausted from the hours that we had spent walking.

"We're getting nowhere with this and you know it. We've been everywhere and I hate to say this but I think that either he's dead or long gone. Maybe he fucked off to Canada or something but he's not here. We should stop looking." Jon points out much to my disapproval. I hated to admit it but I knew that Jon was right; he probably has fucked off elsewhere and left us here without any more leads to this case.

"You're right though I don't want to admit it. Let's go back--" I stop mid sentence as I spot a newspaper clipping inside a small book lying on the ground. I bend down to pick it up and open the little black book, it had messy scrawls written over its dirty white pages but most of it were eligible.

"I'm so tired, all I've done is run and hide from my past. I should've died by now; why haven't I died? Everyone who had a connection with them has but why haven't I? If they're making me wait for my own demise then they better hurry up. I can't take it anymore... I have nothing left."

On the next page, the newspaper clipping hung for dear life on a small paper clip. On further inspection, the article was about the Grumps but it wasn't just them on the front page; it had people who had a connection with them as well.

"Breaking News; More Deaths Occur As New Evidence Emerges!

More people have died in connection with the Grump Office massacre that occurred a few weeks back. These new deaths all have had a connection with the Grumps, whether it be a minor connection or a close connection, more and more people are dying. The assassin has left no marks or clues behind and police are having difficulties tracking them down. More on the story as it develops."

I take the book and put it in my pocket and as I do so, I remember about my own note book. I tap my pockets but I'm unable to find it, maybe I dropped it or left it in the Office?

"We should head back now, we don't want to be late for the job. Sure it's only seven pm but still. I don't being out at night for longer than I have to be." Jon explains as he starts to head back. I take a few seconds to go over everything that I had just read in my head and when I was sure I had everything down, I run after Jon to catch up with him. He wasn't kidding when he said he hates being out at night but I had no idea that he could walk that fast as well.

{tbh ive been in a bad mood all day and im not even sure that 'bad mood' covers it but still. I did an update yay (: it's a little shorter than the others so im sorry but still. yay}