Gossip girl chronicles 3: a killer

Cover up.

Figure POV: 

"Ok, ok, chill!" I said to halt, who was yelling at me to drag her body faster. 

"It's been like, two hours!" He yelled. 

"No it hasn't! It's been fifteen minutes!" I argued back.

"It doesn't feel like it!" They yelled.

"Your face doesn't feel like it!" I dragged her even more, trying to not leave a trail of blood. 

"You're making a mess!" He complained. 

"If you don't shut up I am not helping with your cUrIoUs LiGhT qUeSt Of MaGiC~" I teased. 

"FINE! I am not talking to you!" Halt said, we were children arguing over something stupid. Like Halt.

"I HEARD THAT!" Halt yelled. 

"First off, ow. Second, that's the point. Also, you're f—king heavy." I told them. 

"Well I actually have some muscle unlike your scrawny a—." halt said, now that hurt a little. 

"HA! I FOUND A WEAK SPOT!" Halt yelled. 

"Don't yell you ziggy." I honestly don't know where that word came from, but it was a word. 

"What does that mean?" Halt was clearly confused. 

"It means... uh, um... ehhh.... Annoying loud rat b—ch boy." I said, just coming up with it off the top of my head. 

"You should use that often. It's a funny way to insult someone." Halt said, I could tell they were being genuine because we shared a mind now technically. 

"FINALLY!" I sighed, reaching halts hallway. 

"Ok, you should find a paper and a pencil in atleast one of the drawers. Forge a suicide note and leave my body. Then, through my black light out the window." Halt explained the plan again. 

"Alright." I said, opening the door. The room had some kinda blue smoke in it... I don't know, I have never been to his hallway before.

"Yeah, it's like that. I dunno why to be honest. It's just kind of like that." Halt spoke. 

"Your voice is nice to listen to." I said, looking inside the drawers.

"Really? That's a compliment I have never heard before, but I like it." Halt seemed happy. 

"I love how your dead body is just casually on the floor." I reminded, taking a sheet of paper and a pencil out of the drawer. "How do I do this? I am blind dumba—." I said, reminding how I couldn't f—king write or read without Braille. 

"I know that. I can just do this." With out telling my arm to move, I could feel it writing on the paper. 

"Whoa." I blurted surprised.

"Ok, it's done." Halt said, putting my hand down. 

"What does it say?" I asked. 

"We don't need to go into that. The specifics don't matter!" I don't know why, but Halt said that last bit in a British accent. (A/N: Anyone get the Stanley parable reference?)

"Ok then, where do you want your body?" I questioned, going over and grabbing what I assumed to be his body. 

"Good. Put it layed back on a drawer, I wanna die comfy." Halt answered. 

"But you're already dead." I informed. 

"Yeah, no sh— Sherlock." Who was Sherlock?

"Book character that is a detective but really fricking dumb." Halt explain.

I set up their body like they requested and gently placed the note on her body. 

"Good!" He said, "now go find the flashlight." 

"Alright." I said, luckily I could run because we were at door 20. 

"DAMN WHY ARE YOU HAULING SH—! F—K! I CANT KEEP UP!" 

"Oh yeah you can." I said, picking up the pace. 

"B—CH I HAVE ASTHMA!" Halt yelled, breathing heavy. 

"No you don't!" 

"I don't." 

(A/N: I bet you're laughing at that. If not you should get better humor from- well idk but get better humor. There's a discount at your mom avenue. If you found that funny get mental help.) 

Before we knew it, we were at door fifty. I had to be carful about this, I needed to sneak across the main room so I could wash off all the blood on myself. 

"No you don't." Halt informed. 

"What huh?" I was confused. 

"Just turn into an entity then turn back. It's that easy." He said. 

I did it. 

"Your knowledge is infinitesimal." I complemented. 

"That means small." Halt corrected. 

"The opposite of infinitesimal." 

"That's more like it." Halt went on, "you to my room. If anyone asks you questions just tell them our fake story." 

"Alright." I proceeded out to the main room. 

"Yo figure." Ambush said, literally jinxing what we hoped not to happen, "where's halt?" 

"Oh yeah, we were talking in the library then they said they needed to go get something from their hall, she didn't come back for a bit so I left the library." I explained. 

"K. Let me know when you see Halt again." Ambush said. 

"Quick now is your chance! Say that you two should go try find me." Halt ordered.

Ambush was walking away, "hey! hey, what if we go t-try and find m-Halt." 

"Sure! Wanna go right now?" Ambush asked. 

"Say yes, you can get the flashlight later." Halt instructed.

"Ok." I replied, like that, we walked to a closet. We started at door 10. 

We walked along, not a word shared. We didn't have anything to talk about really. 

Door 20. Ambush has an alibi and so do I! 

"You should write a poem." Halt suggested. I should. 

"I think I see them. She's taking a nap." Ambush was an unassuming innocent child. Halt is dead. 

"L-let's um, go w-wake her up...?" I tried not to sound unassuming. I probably failed. I was sweating bullets, Ambush was oblivious. 

"Alright." Ambush started running down the hall. I ran closely after. 

"Halt wak- OH GOD!" Ambush started crying, no hesitation. 

It hit me... I didn't just kill Halt, I killed a piece of everyone. Everyone has died today. Guiding light, which we are all still not over, screech, which is the same story and now Halt.