This party will be the night of your life... literally.
TW: Blood, slight gore... You have been warned
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(Y/n) latched up all of her armor on.
She didn't quite understand why she needed gear for a party, but Grime insisted on it so she did reluctantly.
She tied up her hair with a black elastic. In a way where some strands of hair were left untied. That's the hairstyle that Sasha liked, (y/n) knew she didn't need to please her but she did it anyway.
"(Y/n), you better be ready in five minutes. The party bus's here," Sasha peeked through (y/n)'s door. She sounded somewhat calm even from the comment that (y/n) left her the other night.
"Alright, give me a second," I told her, returning the calm accent.
(Y/n)'s shaggy hair was tied back into a messy ponytail. She wore the same baggy jeans she had been wearing for the past month plus Marcy's L.A. Girls shirt that she couldn't get the balls to take off.
It was the only thing she had to remind her of her lovers.
The manipulative cheerleader, goofy pushover, the clumsy nerd, and the sadistic leader of a mafia gang. It made a weird combo and a definitely toxic mix, but they were totally fine with it.
Until now, of course.
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Yeah, I'm still recovering from the last time I trusted you with a 'great idea'...
The words echoed through Sasha's head. She knew she was right but it still hurt.
Over and over again, Sasha wished she could turn back time and make herself not become such a crappy person.
She made up hundreds of scenarios of what would happen if she didn't force Anne to steal the box.
The four of them would have been cuddling together, watching anime since Marcy would force them to.
They would secretly enjoy it even though they'd deny it.
Sasha chuckled at her imagination.
She knew that would never happen. Not after what she did.
They would never be the same.
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Sasha and (y/n) jumped onto the party wagon, not daring to say a word to eachother.
"Buckle up, you two! We're in for a long ride. An hour at least." Grime yelled from the reins.
They set off onto the trail to Wartwood.
The two girls sitting on either sides of the cart, facing eachother.
Sasha grew tenser by the second. Each bump on the road made the whole wagon tremble and the passengers it held.
(Y/n) noticed her tension. She looked away, not wanting to break the silence. Although she was kind of upset at her, she still didn't want her to look this way.
"U-uhm... Hey, Sash?" (Y/n) tried to break the ice.
"W-what is it?" Sasha tried her best to respond.
"Uh, I think there's something wrong with my eyes," She uttered.
"O-oh. Do they hurt or something?" She began to grow worried.
"I-i can't seem to get them off you..." (Y/n) muttered awkwardly, showing off her finger guns.
Sasha stared at her, trying to keep composure.
She failed miserably and began to burst out into fits of giggles.
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𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮... (𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)
Fiksi Penggemar(Y/N) (L/N) is just a girl who is part of the mafia but all that is thrown away because of something... Unexpected that happened. (Y/N) might look intimidating at first but deep down she's just a goofy kid! Her three bestfriends and possibly crushes...
