𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴 (ending 1/3)

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Y/n pov:

I raised the blade and..













It was all over..

Warm crimson liquid splashed on my face as I heard my friend gasping for air. I look down at them.
















..









....pathetic...


















Three years later.....

"Heya y/n ya plan on getting up?

I groaned and threw a pillow at the voice.

Head hurt like hell.  I wanted to go back to sleep forever. I yawned, stretching I got up.

Killer snorted and laughed seeing me.

I sighed and got up kicking him. Literally.  Out of the room. 

As I closed the door again I walked over to my wardrobe. Pulling out my uniform. Same black sweatpants and everything. Well in a bigger size. I mean, it's been three years.

A

fter getting dressed I fixed my hair and looked in the mirror at the look.

Noice.

I stepped out of the room and closed the door behided me.
Annddd was immediately pounced at by Killer I dodged quickly as his face hit the floor.

"Jeez mann, what the hell is up with you today..?"

He got up and started walking with me.

"You don't remember what today is, do you?"

I look at him.
Like no shit, I don't know.


We both walked into the kitchen and I grabbed a mug, turning on the kettle.

Mmmmm teeaa

My taste changed a bit over the years, I grew to like regular tea more then the ice version. 

I go on missions every now and then, but when I'm not I'm normally either bothering Nightmare with Killer, or training. And sometimes I garden with Horror.
Who would've thought he would like gardening?

I glanced over as Killer had already taken a seat.

"So, what is today?"

He smirked and chuckled a bit.

"Today, is the day. We took you here!"

I growled, seriously.
That was hell I was in a cell for 2 days and barely any food and water.

"So I.. made a cake..."

I looked at the boxed cake. It had strawberry and bright red icing all over the top. Nothing writing on it. Just a heart colored in.

I stared down at the cake taking it in.

"Does it have humans in it?-"

I blurted out as Killer wheezed on the floor.

He smirked and shook his head.


I took a knife from the knife block and cut the came each of us getting our own slice. 

I looked at the slice remembering what had happened those years ago.

















Had I made the right choice?

.... it's up to them to decided I guess. 








If only I could go back to see what would happen....







































ᴅᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ   -𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎

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