A Coffin Of Three. ( Andy x Fem!Reader X Leyley )

Foot In The Graves

A/N: I'm going to write the rest of the story from a female reader's perspective from now on. Makes the plot more intriguing, and in case you are wondering. Starting here is where the actual story line takes place. I hope it is to your enjoyment, yours truly...Me xd. 

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You stood in place as you reflected again and again on your so-called 'plan ' of breaking and entering. There wasn't much to it aside from going in straight to the front doors.
Stupid. You are aware. You don't need Andy or Leyley to tell you that you're a complete idiot.
But as you walked up to said front doors, surprise!! They are locked...of course, so much for plan A.
You looked around over to an alleyway that led to the back side of the apartment complex. Walking out back, you've noticed poorly scrubbed blood stains on the floor and splattered around the close by trash bins and walls...
You felt unease...thinking that maybe suicides were going on here, and it wouldn't surprise you considering what Andy told you about this place.
But then again, you can never know for sure, not that you'd want to know anyway.
You looked over to the building and saw a door with a glass window.
You tried the door knob and to your dismay, it's locked as well. You let out a sigh of frustration, of course, this wasn't going to be easy-peasy.

While losing yourself to your train of thought as to what to do next, you realized that your dumbass almost got caught as one of the wardens passed by, talking on his walkie-talkie.

"Understood, I'll join you at resident 404." You faintly heard him say. 404...That's their apartment number! Its been about half an hour, you wonder if the siblings are causing the distraction you asked from them.
Well whatever the case, it doesn't matter You waited a couple of minutes to make sure the warden had left the area. Away from ear-shot.

After you felt secured, you looked around and picked up a small random brick that was laying around and proceeded to hesitantly smash in the  glass window.

It made quite the ruckus...so you didn't waste anytime in squeezing through the broken window. Cutting your thigh in the process. Just great!
You cursed under your breath for that hurt like a son of a bitch. But you paid no mind to it since you are one step closer to getting to your friends.
You cautiously moved around the building, noticing security cameras around and trying your best to avoid them.
You remember that they lived on the fourth floor. Taking the elevator is a definite no. So your better chance at succeeding is by taking the stairs, which works better anyway because it looks like the wardens are lazy bastards, who in their right mind would want to take the stairs while having a perfectly working elevator right next to you.

You walked as stealthy as you could. Ignoring the stinging pain you felt on your thigh. You listened around, paying close attention to any noise around you. As you inched closer to the 4th floor, you hear footsteps heading towards the elevator and immediately hid behind the corner.
You saw the two wardens walk by into the elevator, talking shit.

"Ugh, those two are driving me nuts." One of them said, you couldn't help but wonder if he was talking about the Graves siblings.

"Hah, don't worry about it. I give them a couple of days left before they drop dead. After that, you can finally have peace while making your rounds on this floor. And then all you'll have to worry about is that freaky music the other plays."
"Don't even get me started on him, I think he's doing all kinds of weird shit in there."
After that, the doors to the elevator closed, leaving you in the clear.

You thought about what that bastard said...Drop dead? Was he talking about your friends? What the fuck does he mean about them dropping dead as if they weren't people!

Fuck this, fuck the food. You're not leaving this shit hole without your friends.