october 12th, 1998
It was really stuffy in that mask. Molly didn't know how the boys were able to do it. Well, she supposed it was like strippers in heels; they got used to it.
It was stupid, she knew, thinking about strippers while her life was in danger, but it was helping to relieve her stress a little. Well, that, and Stu's voice on the other end of the line.
"Damnit, he's cutting up the sofa...that was expensive..."
Molly closed her eyes and took a shakey inhale of breath. "I heard a gunshot a minute ago...Are you guys-?"
"Okay?" Molly heard Stu chuckle. "No. We're dying out here."
Molly put a hand over her mouth. "Oh, God." She muttered. New tears were welling in her eyes - it seemed they never stopped.
"Yep. Bill's the one he shot. He's sitting here right now..." Stu said. Then Molly heard a faint cackled "Wanna say hi? ...Okay." before Stu spoke more clearly again. "Yeah, he's not doing so well. Bleeding out. Think I am too."
Molly bit the inside of her lip. She peaked through the crack in the door she was hiding behind. "Stu...I'm sorry..."
"Oh, don't be sorry for me, Molly..."
Molly's eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't right.
"Be sorry for yourself."
This definitely wasn't right. Stu wasn't supposed to say that.
Molly swallowed nervously, her voice wavering. "Stu...what are you talking about..."
There was a laugh from his side of the line. It was cold, and evil, and made Molly's chest tight with panic.
This was not how it went. This is not what happened.
"You might wanna check to make sure you're alone in that closet, Molls."
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𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher
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