PARKSTER - LIFE OF LUXURY

Camera - Angst(?)

TW/CW : CHARACTER DEATH + DEPICTIONS OF GORE

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Parker and Chester were getting ready to go to a client's house, Parker got into the drivers seat and Chester the passanger. 

 "11:37pm" the clock on the car said. Chester didn't understand why they had to leave so late at night, he always had floods of paranoia in his mind during the night. Parker knew that, but he just wanted to get the clients to feel safe. "parker I don't like this, why don't they just call the police!" Chester said with shaky breaths " Listen man, can we not argue this time? We have to help this girl. " Parker replied bluntly "we don't have to! You just want to!" Chester fidgets with his shirt sleeve, camera facing parker 's face. Parker sighs and continues driving "This isn't right." Chester murmurs. 

" we're here. " Parker says pulling into a driveway "okay." Chester says as the car stops and they get out of the car. The two boys walk up to the door, gravel crunching under their feet. Knock knock knock. .. Parker knocks and a short brunette opens the door a crack. "Uh, hello are you Sarah?" Parker asks and looks at Chester then back at the woman. Chester is standing at the bottom of the porch. " Yeah, come in.. " the woman says in a soft sweet voice. Parker does the hand motion of "come here" to Chester and walks into the house. Chester walks up the creaky steps and looks to his side and sees a black figure and then trips on the last step. 

CRACK.

Chester groans in pain and picks himself up and looks forward to see his sunglasses on the porch ground slightly cracked on the lense, then he looks to his right and sees the camera..

he broke the camera.

"No. No. Nononono." Chester says quietly his breath quickening , he knew parker paid for that camera. Parker wasn't abusive or a rather angry person but Chester still panicked. Steps approached Chester as he tries to fix the camera despite it being chipped and parts scattered on the ground. "Did you really just break the camera?" A voice asks "Im sorry I didn't mean it-" Chester begins "Its fine, I'll just buy another." Parker says sighing in disappointment . Chester stands up and puts his sunglasses on. It wasn't fine, Chester has broken things so many times, he was a bull in a China shop. 

12:22am

they finished setting up tiny cameras "Alright, we're going to sleep. We'll review the footage in the morning." Parker says to the brunette lady. Then they walk into a room with a single bed. Parker slips into the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately. Chester on the other hand was still awake having paranoia and bad thoughts whirl around his mind. Chester starts shaking lightly, his breath quickening. He tries to calm himself down but fails so he snaps his eyes shut in an attempt to sleep, he ends up faking asleep after a few minutes of breathless shaking. Then at 4:47am he wakes up to a crash. He sits up and looks at the dark room, he stares at Parker for a bit before getting up and opening the creaky bedroom door to the hallway. "Hello....Sarah?" Chester feels something wrap around his ankle. he looks down. A long rough hand grabs his ankle , a black substance dripping from deep ragged cuts in the hand. "PARKER...?" Chester yells for his best friend, no answer "PARKER!" Chester yells again his throat feeling dry and his vocal cords quiet. "Parker." He whisper screams, his vocal cords tearing. Then the hand drags him into the dark basement.

6 :24 am 

parker yawns "Alright chester, put you're sunglasses on and start recor-" parker stands up to see Chester gone, his sunglasses cracked on the bedside table. "Chester?" Parker calls out in a worried voice.

 He walks into the hallway, scratch marks all along the walls. "Chester?" Parker calls out again . Parker follows the scratch marks to the basement door, he sets his hand on the knob, hesitant to open it. Then he swings it open and walks down the old steps. When he reaches the basement floor he freezes. " Chester? " Parker finds Chester slumped against the concrete wall, he had his right hand over a deep scratch in his thigh. His body was limp but he was covered in deep cuts, one straight across his neck. Parker walks over to Chesters body and grabs his arm and checks his wrist for a pulse. 

no pulse.

Parker starts to feel cold tears running down his face, he had though Chester was pranking him the previous night. He thought wrong, Chester was dead because of him. He could have stopped it he could have saved him. 

but he was too late, too stubborn, too oblivious.

Now his friend was gone.