The Culinary Massacre

mmmmmmmmmmmmmm crawfish

Garfunkly Zingle pov

We start walking to my house since it's only a few blocks away from school and who do we see on our way there? Bald Styles. We sort of have a rivalry with Bald and his cult. They worship the killer and we are a club to stop the killer. Plus we are a club of teens and they're culty adults.
We avoided him the best we could but he still slid us a dirty look as we passed but we got to my house with no other issues.
We are now in my basement.
"OK crawfish club," I slammed my hands on the table, "we have to catch this guy."  I flipped over our board. We had pictures, newspaper clippings, and red string. Everything needed to make it a stereotypical evidence board.
"So everyone is disappearing at the school so they must get kidnapped there. Therefore, the killer teaches at the school or waits outside. However, no loitering has been caught on any of the security cameras." Jonny Bobby Lobby Brown said, reviewing last week's notes.
"Plus, the kids go missing at each exit of the school and the murders are at random times so they are mostly random." Cornelius says. You can see the frustration in his eyes.
"So, maybe they're killing due to emotion. Also, there have been no bodies found so it could be something cannibalistic or they could be really good at hiding the bodies." Barthemew said.
"OK, one second. Let me go get some more newspaper clippings from my room and get my notebook." I said running up stairs. I opened my door which was on the top floor. My room was a nice green and I kissed the huge poster of crawfish on my wall.
"I love you." I whispered before grabbing my notes and heading down.
When I was back I read from my notebook.
"The killer has only killed people from our grade which should be obvious. However, none of the kids have anything in common except they're known as trouble makers." I said.
"So...the killer may be killing students who make they're life harder." Barthemew suggests.
"No, because none of they're schedules line up." Cornelius says. He puts his head on the table.
"Hey its ok. He's killed about 26 and if we catch him there won't be another. Oh Crap! My debate club meeting starts in like 10 minutes I gotta go." I say scrambling out of the door.
I'm president of the debate club and the crawfish  club. I mostly help Cornelius' dad, Obama with stuff but we have a competition soon and we have to review our stance.
I get there panting and luckily it hasn't started yet.
That's when I see it. Mr.Husky and Mr.Obama talking but out of the corner of my eye I see Mr.Harry Styles glaring darkly at them.
Something is going on. I snap a picture and send it to the discord server. I get a lot of notifications but I have to meet with my team.
Once I got out of practice I noticed my father waiting with my brother Hinkleton. I loved my brother but he was annoying. Throughout the whole ride it was him putting his finger super close to me and saying, "I'm not touching you."
We pulled into our driveway and I raced up the stairs into my room. I kissed my crawfish poster once more and sat on my bed going through all of my notifications.

Barthemew:I knew something was up
Cornelius: Istg if that Harry lacking style ass bitch comes between my dad and happiness.
Jonny: hey it's ok but...yeah Harry is DEFINITELY jealous.
Barthemew: I honestly really thought Husky was bitchless. Didn't Your dad have a thing for Harry?
Cornelius: I know but apparently he is trying to make Harry jealous (he's a sleep talker) but I think Harry is jealous of the wrong person
Jonny: yeah this is not going to turn out well...is it?
Barthemew: no..no it is not. Who do you think are gonna get together?
Jonny: all of them <3
Cornelius: you're just a sucker for happy endings. But yeah I want my dad to be happy so all of them.

I read through the messages and finally texted back.

Garfunkly: it was so creepy. He left a bit after that but like what?
Barthemew: and plus that stare ain't doing anything. Like what does he want them to say?? Shiver me timbers???
Cornelius: I guess but whose house are we gonna meet at next meeting?
Jonny: mine. I already got the board from Garfunkly's house

We ended the conversation there. I laid on my bed for a bit and eventually went to bed after changing into pajamas.