SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

Bite your lip

TW: Uh death (guess who dies!), murder, dark web, Lexi's assassin group is back again (or maybe it isn't)(idk didn't really think down that route), introducing a whole ass story solely about Gene Pauly, it's quite traumatising if you need therapy after this I get it, no one will be etching your name into your front door chill, this is probably the most horrifying thing I've ever written, it's not very much my style (clearly), I don't think I will ever do this again, I had nightmares while writing this, I don't have anything against anyone in this story don't wozzas, some details are quite graphic but it's based on a tiktok (I'm not that fucked up)(okay well I did copy the tiktok HAHA)(I'm pretty sure it's freebooted)(credit at the end), uhm always carry lacrosse sticks with you and don't fuck with people on the dark web, I don't think live streamed murders are even a thing LMAO ANYWAY I HOPE I DON'T SCARE Y'ALL OFF-

"The security prevents you from seeing shit you probably don't want to see... Like... live streamed murders or something-"

"Sam!"

"Sorry, sorry... Don't buy anything there, okay? Don't risk it."

"Okay."

"Don't talk to anyone."

"I know."

"Alright," Sam said, patting Gene's shoulder. "You're all set."

Gene nodded, her innocent eyes gazing at her computer, showing the Torrent browser home screen.

"Just remember," Sam stopped. "Always, always, be on the safest security, and wipe your identity every time you log out."

"Alright, got it. Can you go now? I wanna go to bed!"

Sam rolled her eyes, kissing her sister's head.

"If you need any help, call me," she said, and then left the room. Gene turned back to her computer screen, grinning.

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"What even is that?" her friend asked, to which Gene shrugged.

"Place where people get drugs," she joked.

"Are you sure you want to be messing with it?"

"Yeah, just a look around! I won't do anything sketchy- I promise!"

"Please don't hire an assassin to kill me," she snickered.

"No promises."

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Gene sat in front of her laptop, frowning.

"I hate how Sam keeps treating me like a baby," she complained, turning off her security completely. "What sketchy shit could possibly be on here?"

She typed in, "kill someone", to which nothing came up except for guilty murder posts.

Then she typed in "drugs", to which a Wikipedia page about narcotics appeared.

"What about this is different from Google?" she groaned. "I want the good stuff."

"The security prevents you from seeing shit you probably don't want to see... Like... livestreamed murders or something-"

"Sam!"

Livestreamed murders. Maybe there were bad people on those.

Although Sam did tell her to stay away from those.

"They can't hurt me. I'm all protected," she reassured herself.

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"Oh. My. God." Gene gasped, scrolling through the insane number of chat rooms.