"Kyle?" Tyler asked the clear mist around him.
"Tyler!" A fainted voice was heard in the distance.
Tyler ran towards it, and came across somebody he used to know. He met up with his best friend, and they hugged it out. They let go. "So we're dead now?" Tyler asked him.
"I think so." Kyle responded. "What is this place?"
Tyler looked around. "I honestly have no clue."
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Jerome was busy editing new videos at his desk.
"Hey..Jerome?" Mitch asked, opening the door slowly. "You have time to talk?"
Jerome looked back at him, then smiled. "Always, Benja."
Mitch smiled, but faded when he realized what he had to say. "Ok." He whispered.
"What is it?" Jerome asked him.
"I'm.." Mitch drifted off.
"You're what?" Jerome asked, now worried about his best friend. "Mitch, tell me."
"I'm..moving.." Mitch finished.
Jerome got interested. "Moving? Benja, what are you talking about? You're not moving back...are you?"
Mitch nodded sadly. "My parents.."
Jerome got up from his seat. "Mitch, you know what they'll do to you! Remember last time?"
Mitch tensed, remembering the time Jerome saved him from his abusive father. Then, he decided to move in with Jerome in hope for a better life. That's what he got. Now, he had to throw it all away. "I don't have a choice-"
"Yes you do!" Jerome protested. "You're fully grown, they can't control you anymore-"
"They're my parents!" Mitch intruded. "They told me to move back."
"Are you crazy?" Jerome screamed at him.
Mitch jumped back, scared by his friend's sudden outburst. "I forgive them." Mitch said.
Jerome sighed. "Don't come crying to me if they abuse you again." He said, leaving the room.
After he left his best friend in a room all alone, Jerome ran downstairs, and out the door. All he did was cry.
For Adam having to waste all his money on a new house, the loss of a friend, Wildcat going to prison, Kyle dying of sickness, and..Mitch.
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After some awkward bro hugs, Delirious and Evan weren't so awkward around eachother. Although, they couldn't tell their feelings. That sound so cheesy now that I wrote it.
"Hey, Evan!" Delirious called from downstairs.
"What?" Evan called from upstairs.
"Can we play in the snow today?" Delirious answered him.
Evan ran down the stairs and looked out the window. The ground was covered in snow. "Wow, no driving today. I guess we could play for just a little bit."
Delirious smiled, and threw on an old coat, then ran out the door. Evan followed behind him, changing to his wolf form.
Delirious did the same, impressed by his new winter coat. It was a bright shade of white. After he went a ways ahead of Evan, he had an idea. He dove in the snow, hiding with his new camouflaged coat.
Evan howled, trying to find Delirious. Knowing that he couldn't talk when he was a wolf, that's all he could do. Howl.
Rustling could be heard from the ground beside him. Evan immediately turned his head towards the sound, and accidentally stepped on something furry.
A squeak-like sound came from it, and Evan jumped back. The figure turned to the shape of a human. Evan knew exactly who it was. Delirious.
"Seriously?" Del asked him. "Did you have to step on me?"
"Sorry, I didn't know it was you!" Evan apoligized.
Delirious giggled. "It's fine, Ev."
"Whatever you say." Evan responded, already changed back to his wolf form minutes ago. "Hot choclate?"
"Nah, you go on ahead. I'll come in a little bit." Delirious said.
"Don't get hurt." Evan muttered, changing back to his wolf form and heading back to the house.
Delirious wondered the back yard, searching for anything he could play with. Nothing.
When he was done with his search, he laid down on the cold grass and closed his eyes. A shadow cowered over him. He looked up.
"Wildcat?" He said, changing to his wolf form. Before he could ask another question, the sound of a knife was heard in the wind.
Delirious turned his head, knowing all too well this was the end. Suprisingly, it wasn't. Looking back up, something held the knife up.
"Del, go!" A voice that sounded like Brotato's was misty in his mind. He didn't have time for questions.
He raced back to the house, unlocked the door, opened it, ran inside, then locked it back. He sat against the door, but ran to Evan when he entered the room.
"Del, what's wrong?" He asked him.
Delirious panted, trying to catch a breath so that he could actually speak. "It's Wildcat!" He exclaimed. "He's back!"
Little did they know, Mini was listening to the whole conversation. Hatred filled his soul.
Tonight, Wildcat wasn't going to be the only murderer.
