(A/N: So yeah maybe I lied in the last A/N but I swear I won't lie ever, ever again（；'д｀）ゞ)
TW| Blood
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Everything doesn't feel real.
You stumble to the other side of the room.
One foot.
Two foot.
One foot.
Two foot.
No foot.
You collapse on your knees, shaking furiously as you crawl across the floor.
The world is too loud and then too quiet until it all becomes a bloodied blur. Tears mix with dark red splotches and a strangled gasp escapes you.
How did it go so horribly wrong?
"Y/N, please..."
"It's gone..." you mutter.
Soft screams erupt around you, footsteps hurriedly scampering the floor.
That didn't matter though.
Shrek was dead.
Patrick was dead.
Vomit feels as though it's filling your lungs and you choke thinking about it.
He was right.
He was right.
He has to be right.
The scene that lay in front of you was a testimony to that sentiment. Despite how much you grew to resent Patrick, he didn't deserve this.
No one did.
His skin was carved with vague letters, the words 'hush' and 'mistake' repeated over and over and over.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant.
Especially when his mouth hung open and cut clean was his tongue...
It was gone.
The only thing that rested untouched by blood and death was a small lock of hair, carefully placed on an arcade machine titled:
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