The Culinary Massacre

the idiots finally figured it out

Cornelius pov

It's kind of taking them a long time.
Huh oh well. Jonny didn't want pizza so he's raiding his fridge.
"Hey, your dad brought this over. Said Husky gave it to him. Do you mind if I eat it?" He asks.
"Nah I don't care. I honestly don't like his food that much anyway." I say shrugging.
He looks at me and sends me a smile. However, Garfunkly looks really nervous.
"Whats taking him so long?" She says.
"I don't know. Why don't you call him?" I say feeding Strog a bottle.
"Ok..." Garfunkly says worriedly. It rings and rings and rings. No answer.
"Huh that's weird. He always answers. He answered at a fucking funeral once." Jonny says.
"You don't think..." Garfunkly says. Oh damn. Fuuuuuck.
We decide to wait. We do so much waiting that it reaches 2 in the morning. We call the police.
However, we already know. We can't let him die like all the others we have to find him.
"Owww...what the hell." Jonny says. He honestly forgot about his food until about 30 minutes ago. We all felt to sick to do anything. Too overcome with anticipation and worry.
He reached into his mouth and pulled out a ring. With a small red ruby.
"OH MY GOD!" Garfunkly yells.
"What?!" Jonny says back.
Garfunkly doesn't answer. Instead she searches through the files and pulls out a report.
She finally opens it and images fall out. It's a missing girl. With a list of missing objects.
She lifts it up to my face.
"Sarah, she was missing a ring. A ring I gave her with a ruby on it." She lifted her finger to point at the ring. "That ring." She said. Her face was pale and her hand was shaking.
"Mr.Husky." I gag. "We've been eating students. That's why no one can find them. They're in food." I set Strog down and vomit in the bathroom and Jonny quickly follows.
"I ATE SARAH!" He shouts between puking.
"Wait so we know where to find Barthemew. But how do we get there? We don't even know where he lives!" Garfunkly shouts to us.
Oh my God.
My dad.
Thank Papa Noel my dad is a whore.
I call him up. I'm crying. God.
My dad answers on the first ring. Clearly worried.
"Whats wrong?" He asks. He's clearly worried and upset.
"Husky...it's Husky. The killer. He's got Barthemew." I choke out.
"W-what?" He says. He Doesn't believe me. No.
"You don't believe me but please. He has Barthemew. He's been cooking the bodies into food and we have to get to him before it's too late." I cry. I need to focus.
"Huh.." a voice says. Is that..Mr.Styles?
"I don't even care about our fight, just come pick us up. We have to get Barthemew." I say.