🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Game Over-9

(A/N: This is kinda a filler chapter- please don't hate me! Anyways love you all and hope you enjoy! <3)
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"Please...Y/n! I-I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything wrong!" Randy pleaded with me. I tilted my head and looked down at him. I smiled softly. I crouched down to the ground and grabbed a handful of his hair. He tried to swat my hands away but I had an iron grip. "Listen here you little fucker. You are no one to me. You mean nothing. Sure, you are kinda fun to hang out with, but you're a fucking idiot. Just as dumb as all the other boys."

I gripped his hair tighter and threw him to the side. He hit the wall with a thud and set a hand on his head where I had grabbed his hair. "There's no escaping, sweetie." I laughed sinisterly. "You said you wanted to play, so let's fucking play-but oh wait...I just remembered..." I paused slapping myself on the forehead.

"It's game over for you."
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The Next Morning...

I yawned and rolled over to the other side of the bed. Thoughts of last night filled my mind.

Flashback:

"It's game over for you." I watched as his eyes went wide. He tried to scramble away but it was to late. I jumped on him and raised the knife high in the air. "Nighty, night Randy. Sweet fucking dreams." I blew him a kiss and before he could scream or react in any sort of way, I plunged the knife into the side of his head; effectively killing him immediately. I watched him as the life drained from his eyes. I gripped the knife handle sticking out of his head and pulled. It didn't budge. I put my knees on top of his still warm body and gripped the knife with both of my hands. Once again I pulled the knife and finally it came out of his skull. I fell back onto my ass and dropped the knife. I sighed.

"Alright, time to go ahead and put on the 'victim' act." I grabbed the knife and walked down stairs and out of the front door. I skipped giddily over to my motorcycle and grabbed the keys out of my pocket to open up the compartment which had my money in it. I finally got it open and stuffed the knife in there. No one can find this. No one. I walked back into the house not before  making sure to try and brush all the blood off of my bike that so happened to get on it beforehand.

I stood in the living room and grabbed up the telephone. I quickly dialed 911 and out the phone to my ear. Time to really use my acting skills. "Hello, what is your emergency?" A woman with a pretty heavy southern accent answered on the phone spoke. "Please! H-help me! Someone broke in a-and my friend he- he..." I broke down 'crying' and the lady on the phone let out a soft sigh. "Ma'am, please slow down. Tell me your address, what happened, where you are, and we'll have police at the residence immediately." I took a shallow breath and talked to the woman on the phone telling her all that happened.

"I-I was just in the bathroom freshening up and the next thing I know- I just- I hear this blood curdling scream! I ran upstairs to see what happened and- and my best friend! He's dead! Please hurry...the killer might come back. P-please.." I whimpered and pleaded with the woman on the phone. "Okay, police will be to the residence in five minutes. Can you wait that long for me, ma'am?" I shook my head even though I knew she couldn't see me. "Y-yes..I can....I can." I took shallow breaths more and more trying to realllyyyy sell the act. The woman on the phone made me stay on call with her until I knew the police were there. "So hunny, tell me about yourself." She told me. She wants to start a normal conversation to get my mind off of everything.

"Well..." I started telling her everything about 'me'. I rolled my eyes at her dumb questions. "Do you like cats?" "Y-yeah...I think they're really cute." I hate cats. I just don't like their little faces and the way they only sleep all day. Man..what I'd give to sleep all day with no consequences. (I find this funny cuz I have a bunch of cats and I love them dearly😭)

After about five minutes of talking to the woman on the phone I heard sirens in the distance. "I-I think the cops are here." I sighed gently muffling some 'tears'. "Okay, that's great sweetie. Answer all of their questions and please, after this take it easy, alright?" I acted like a was crying harder and sniffled some. "Yeah, okay. Thank you though. It meant so much to me that you tried to help me get my mind off of...the situation." I listened as the woman chuckled slightly over the phone. "It's no problem darling. It's all in a days of work." 

She hung up the phone and I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to make myself cry more. It's a talent really- crying on command. The sirens grew closer and closer until I heard too cars park outside of the house and multiple doors shut.

"Police! Open up!"

End of Flashback...

I laughed to myself.

"Well wasn't that one hell of a night?"