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13. Fuck You Carver

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"I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, I know you can read my thoughts. Even the worst ones. Maybe mostly the worst ones." Max sighed, placing the dim lantern on the cobweb-ridden table. She slid off her walkman and placed them on a nearby luggage. She proceeded to sit down on the rug and cross her legs. "I thought about what you said. About how I wanted my brother to die. I thought you were just trying to upset me. To anger me. But you weren't, were you? You were just telling the truth."

"Billy, he made my life living hell. Every chance he got. So, sometimes when I would lie in bed at night, I would pray." Max paused, wincing at her past thoughts. "I would pray that something would happen to him. Something awful. I knew that he drove too fast, so I would imagine him crashing. Dying in that stupid car. I just, I wanted him out of my life. Forever. I wanted him to disappear."

The day that he died; I think that's why I just stood there. Watched. Not because I was scared or weak. But because I didn't know if he deserved to be saved." Max broke off, looking down and feeling ashamed.

"And I've tried to forgive myself. I've tried, but I can't. So now, when I lie in bed at night I pray that something will happen to me. That something terrible will happen to me. So that's why I'm here. Because I just want you to take me away. And I want you to make me disappear."

"Is that all true? You wanted Billy to die." Y/N stepped up, looking away from Max.

"Why are you talking?" Max questioned, looking around the room. "Where's Lucas?"

"You ever have thoughts like that about me?" Y/N asked, ignoring Max's questions. She finally turned to face Max, looking at Max in a way she never had.

"What? No, N/N, never." Max responded, standing up quickly.

"Normal people don't fantasize about killing other people, Max. You realize that, right?" Y/N hissed, her eyes starting to tear up.

"Y/N, please."

"I thought you were getting better. But you're not, are you? You are sick." Y/N cried, starting to approach Max.

"N/N, you don't mean that."

"Maybe it is good he takes you. Maybe it's for the best. In fact, I'm glad it's going to be you." Y/N laughed, her eyes turning a solid white. "You will be the chosen one. The fourth. The final sacrifice."

"It's going to be you that breaks the world." Vecna growled, speaking over Y/N's real voice.

"Max. Where are you going? Don't be scared." Vecna/Y/N whispered.

"Stay away from me."

"Max, I thought you said you were ready. Ready to disappear!" Vecna/Y/N called out, backing Max into a corner.

"I said, stay away!" Max repeated, grabbing the floor lamp that stood behind her. She quickly smashed the lightbulb against 'her' head. As the bulb shattered, 'Y/N' transformed into Vecna.

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"Go." Y/N instructed, shoving the flashlight to Lucas. He ran to the broken window and signaled Erica again.

"What the hell is taking so long?" Lucas groaned, still waiting for a response. The floorboard creaked from behind, startling both of them.

"Shit." Y/N whispered, scooping up Max's walkman. The footsteps grew louder as Y/N looked for a hiding spot. She found close to nothing but had no choice but to duck behind an old piano.