Locked In (Heart)

thirty one

STAN'S POV

the whirring of different emotions kept getting more and more strong as time kept ticking.

people started acting more erratic trying to come up with what we should do to move forward in this nightmare of a situation, but no one is seeking to come to a clear conscious with one another.

"you guys aren't fucking listening to me," craig yelled to get everyone's attention, "we just need to get the key and get out of this place — no need to do anything other than that."

some murmurs in agreement with craig decision started going around until clyde (who i think is on the verge of having a complete manic episode) opened his mouth.

"what a pussy way to go about that. i'd say we just kill him," he says with complete determination. no hesitation in his voice whatsoever and eyes pierced with red.

it was so silent you could almost hear a pin drop.

"we...we can't do that," craig tries to reason softly, "y'all are saying he posses some type of powers that are other worldly — what chance would we have against that?"

"i don't know? figure it out," clyde snapped back at him.

everyone tenses up at his antics and is tip toeing around him since he's clearly taking bebe's death the worst out of everyone here.

he really loved her, he would often joke that he'd marry her right now if he could.

and now...damien ripped that from him for no apparent reason at all on a night that was supposed to be the night of all night's......

can you blame him?

craig just takes a deep breath, "clyde i—"

"no clyde nothing — fuck! i just gotta go," he says and just starts making his way towards the exit.

everyone is hollering and begging clyde to stay simultaneously to which he ignored and kept walking until he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks right before the doorway.

the whole bathroom fell quiet as well which left me even more confused as to what clyde was looking at.

there were many people around, and i couldn't see from where i was slouching down next to kyle so i slowly stood up and my mouth dropped open.

there was wendy — with a look on her face that i have never seen her have before.

her eyes were bloodshot red and looks like she'd been through literal hell (which she has) and with all of these people that are in the girl's bathroom — she's only looking at me.

"wendy o-oh my god," tweek squeaked.

she says doesn't reply not even looking at him, but keeping her eyes on me.

i try to open my mouth, but i couldn't trust my words at the moment so i just started silently making my way towards her as everyone started crowding around her.

people were crying and hugging her and i was surprised to not see her shed any tears — wendy's tough, but she does cry at certain situations. and with her best friend being dead, i would assume she'd be crying her eyes out.

but she just looks...traumatized and not fully present.

"jesus christ i can't even imagine how you're feeling...." red comforts her.

wendy once again doesn't reply, just fixated on me.

red seemed to catch on and moved back, motioning everyone else to move back as well, "guys let stan get to her."