You're Next 2 { Bluey fan fictions }

Body

///| Socks |\\\ 

Panic shackles the body. The skin was covered with goosebumps, and not only from the cold. The fur stood on end. The pulse quickened, and it became harder to breathe. It seems that only now has she realized what was really going on. Understanding it makes it even scarier. 

Coming closer, he took out a knife from behind his back. Noticing this, the girl tensed. The point of the knife, with a sharp movement, stuck into the chest, passing through. Without holding back a cry of pain, she instinctively tried to bend but failed. An unbearable pain went through his entire body, and a scarlet liquid poured out of the wound in which his knife was still. I rolled my eyes, almost fainting, but immediately opened them with another cry of pain as he slowly pulled out the knife.

God, it hurts! God, what am I doing all this for? What have I done wrong? What have I done so badly that you're punishing me like this? God save me! Or kill me; just spare me this terrible pain! She thought to herself. 

—Don't even try — he said coldly — there is no God. No one will help you.

Her legs began to give way, the weight of her body became unbearable, and the girl fell to the floor. The sobs of a thin girl who was lying on the cold floor, which, frankly, did not seem as cold as the blade of a knife in the hands of the killer, hanging over her now, hit the walls with dark tiles. Socks knew it was useless to deny it. The fear flowing in every vein makes you close your eyes, just not to see the sharp kitchen tool in the hands of your killer.

The dying body was illuminated only by the pale light of the moon hitting the windows, as if the celestial body was watching death. Full moon... If life hadn't collapsed half a year ago, the girl, completely smeared in scarlet paint on her body, would probably be sitting on any roof right now, just silently watching the twinkling sparkles in the sky. But right now, her life is over. An image of her sister and parents pops up in her head. They don't even know where to look for her and won't know what happened to her. There were too many unspoken words and unfulfilled promises. She's so sorry... The thread of life was cut off as soon as it was fully healed. 

— please... me.. Painfully.. — it was the last thing Socks was able to grunt, like the last call of hope fluttering in her. Something in the depths of her soul hoped that this night would not be the last and that she would be able to escape. But the reality was different. These words feel like a strong blow to the head with something heavy. My head was buzzing and ready to explode like a balloon. These sensations forced sanity to return along with a new wave of fear. Amber eyes cling to a cloudy face and gloomy, almost inky eyes without any hope. And then the gaze drops lower, to something warm and pulsating, and he notices in his own hands the intestines and the open stomach from which the blood is flowing. The man rises to his feet, approaching the table, leaning on it, wondering what to do next now, mentally sorting through the options. After standing over his creation for a while, the killer opened the window and climbed out into the darkness of the night. . .

///| Bluey and the others |\\\

Bluey stared intently into the mirror, examining herself. On the one hand, the same cheerful and kind girl with another. The tragedy she experienced left a scar for Bluey, not only physically but also mentally. This added to her paranoia and cold attitude towards people. Discarding these thoughts for later so as not to overshadow the holiday, the girl washed her face with cool water and dried herself with a towel. I went to the exit and turned off the light. 

 Passing along the corridor, the girl listened. Silence. Almost dead, unpleasant silence. Bluey went down the stairs to the living room. — MOM!? Mackenzie!?

 No one answered her. The girl walked briskly into the kitchen as she bumped into someone. It was Aunt Trixie. Bluey fell to the floor and looked at the top: — Sorry, Aunt Trixie  I...

— Bluey, have you seen Socks? — Trixie interrupted her niece. There was obvious tension and excitement in her voice.

— no. I didn't see — Bluey got up and followed Trixie into the hall. Every person there was doing his own thing. Bingo and Muffin played Uno. Trixie and Stripe ran from room to room, looking for Socks. Chilli was trying to call Bandit, and Frisky and Rad were standing and looking at the whole picture. Only one person was missing. Where is Mackenzie? The girl went to the hanger, took the phone out of her jacket pocket, and called her lover. *Beep* *Beep* * At the moment, the subscriber's phone is turned off, or. . .*

Bluey was turning off her phone. 

— You want to be searched for. Okay.—Heeler muttered to herself and headed down the corridors. . . 

///| Bandit |\\\

Bandit exhaled a lump of warm smoke, crouched down, and slowly began to dig out what was in the snow. Until I came across something solid. His heart stopped; his light purple fur and bright pink glasses were buried under a layer of hard flakes of snow. Bandit staggered back, falling on the snow. Tears rolled to his eyes, and he curled up. The phone call brought him back to sobriety. He realized that his family was in great danger and picked up the phone.

— God, Bandit, finally, I was worried. Why didn't you answer for so long? — On the other side, Chili hugged Bingo.

— Chilli, listen. Lock the doors and windows, call the police, and hide wherever you are. —He was talking hysterically. 

— Eh, okay? Is something wrong, dear? What is it? — she asked carefully.

— Chilli. Mom, she's dead.  — Bandit cried. 

— What?! Wait, Bandit, what happened?! — Bandit did not answer her question and hung up. 

The Heeler began to rise slowly from the ground, spitting out saliva, and headed for his parents' car. The door to the salon was open. The man looked inside and... And  saw another body. His father's body was ripped open. Scarlet liquid flowed from the slit throat; pale pupils stared into emptiness; and a grimace of horror froze on his face. Bandit swallowed a heavy lump and slowly reached for the glove compartment, pushing the body away. A few drops of scarlet blood fell on the Heeler, Bandit felt disgusted but continued his way to the glove compartment. Finally reaching his goal, he pressed the button, and the door opened with a bang. Bandit put his hand in and tried to feel for something until, finally, he took out an iron revolver. Bandit got out of the car with his trophy, picked up the snow, and began to wipe off traces of blood. After he felt a little better, he went to his red Jeep and got into it. Twitching eyes looked into the rearview mirror: — I will protect you. No matter what it costs me. — With these words, the Bandit shoved the ignition keys into the car and drove towards the cottage...

///| Bluey and the others |\\\

Bluey walked through the corridors, looking around one room after another. The noise of the relative was almost inaudible until Bluey slipped on something, grabbing the door handle. The girl prevented the fall. Bluey looked down in bewilderment, finding a red liquid that was leaking out from behind the closed door. Bluey looked at the door in bewilderment, took hold of the handle, and tried to open it. The door was closed. 

— Mackenzie? — Bluey moved away from the door when suddenly Aunt Trixie came up to her: —Did you find something, Bluey? —She looked straight into Trixie's niece's eyes. 

—The door is closed here. —The Heeler said on an exhale. 

—Let me open it. —Rummaging in his pockets Auntie took out the keys and started to open the door. The door opened. Bluey's nose immediately smelled a familiar smell. The smell of blood... 

*Scream*

Trixie fell to her knees, screaming in grief.  Bluey's  jaw dropped, Socks' bloody body lay on the floor, and a familiar phone lay nearby. At Trixie's cry, the others also came running and saw the body. Chilli quickly closed Muffin's eyes. Bingo almost threw up on the floor. Stripe was desperate. Rad and Frisky tried to comfort Trixie. Footsteps sounded from behind. Bluey turned around and saw her lover. 

— Eh. Did I miss something? — He looked at Bluey uncomprehendingly...