The Number One Fan! (Fnf picoxkeith)

Chapter 8: GunShots...

TW: Blood, Swearing

Pico's POV:

Everyone's worst nightmare is walking into the exam hall. Wether you have studied or not.

Tingles went thru my fingers as I sat at my registered desk. I watched the sea of heads walk through the hall to their desk.

Where's Keith....?

Keith is one of the 12 people who have blue hair here. But his is a neon blue where the others are dark blue.

I asked if I could use the restroom as the exam wouldn't start for another 30 minutes. I snuck into the office that contained all our phones. I stealthily stole mine back and texted to Keith.

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Pico: Keith. Where TF are you?
Pico: The exam starts in 30 minutes.
Pico: You better not be skipping this exam.
Pico: Keith?
Pico: You okay?

Keith: Shooters. Shop. Help.
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I could feel my blood run cold as I see those words. Was there a shooting happening at the gas station nearby?

I rushed for the door past the examiners as I headed for the station.

Fuck. What do I do? They better not have hurt him or I swear to go-

*BANG*

The clear noise of a gunshot was heard. This filled me with fear and anger as i ran even faster. My heart beating so hard my chest ached with pain.

I burst through the gas station doors as four masked men turned around with pistols point directly at me.

I scanned the shop for any signs of Keith.

"What does a kid like you want so bad that you burst through a shop with armed shooters insi-"

The man didn't get a chance to finish before he croaked in pain as a tooth fell from his mouth. "You dick. Your barking up the wrong tree for a kid like you." The other one called back.

"I'll ask politely. Where is the blue haired boy." I say with fists forming.

They burst into laughter as one of the spoke up.

"That short puny boy? Oh. Don't worry, a clean up on isle three will be issued later!"

My face dropped from anger to panic. I ran to isle 3 and saw him. A bullet straight through his his stomach.

"Keith, Keith! Wake up! Come on. Don't act like your dead! Fucking stand up would you!" The salty tears fell from my cheeks and mixed with the blood.

"Blueberry....please....get up....please...." I pulled his lifeless body up and hugged it. I never cried so hard in my like. I lay him back ok the ground and kissed his forehead.

"You...BASTARDS!!"

I tackled one of the robbers who we both went flying. The robber let his grip go on the gun and k was able to snag it.

"YOU SICK FUCKS!"

*BANG*

"YOU JUST KILL FOR FUN? HUH?!"

*BANG*

"EVEN KILL A INNOCENT BOY?!"

*BANG*

"MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND?!"

A silence filled the room. I dropped the gun and fell to my knees. This isn't how it's supposed to end...He's meant to live with me..go to the exam..

Then an idea came to my head. Still sobbing I pulled my phone jt. Slowly dying it red with Keith's blood. I went to the contacts and tapped the screen.

I begged and begged for it to pick up.

The voicemail option was blasted into my ears. I hung up and tried again....

"Hello?"

I slurred my words as I explained the situation. The other people in the shop stood up and stared at me. But I didn't care...

Then...a spark of hope lit inside me as I rushed back to isle 3 and grabbed Keith.

I ran as fast as I could. Blood dripped making a trail.

Finally I arrived. I ran the doorbell desperately.

The door swung open and Cherry ran out.

"Oh shit he really is...come inside I'll see if I can help."

Minutes turned to hours turned to days.

Exactly a Week Later

"The news reporter brought up the shooting for the 5th time this week" I say from the sofa.

"Again? Jeez like I know there was 4 dead shooters but their being a big overdramatic"

Just then I heard a familiar groan. Not Cherry's.

"Cherry? No..way!"

Hey guys. Sorry for the inactivity on WattPad. I've been spending most my time getting ready for survive the backrooms.

I decided to go a bit more...not gruesome or depressing but just a bit drama-ish.

Put it in word I would understand. I decided to go for a more unhappy approach so it isn't always lively.