𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕.

"Randy?" You pulled the cigarette out of your mouth and looked around, shrugging to yourself. "whatever" You put the cigarette back in your mouth and put your hands in your pocket, walking out the front door to see Randy standing the street like a dumbass, staring at a Van.

"The fuck?" You mumble as you walked toward them. "Hey what's going on?"

Randy was hit with the phone Gale was holding and she took off, she wildly reversed and drove, something.. something fell off of the car. She kept swerving into the middle of the street. Turning too sharply and the car flipping and hitting a tree, the car's front being completely totaled. You stood stiff, looking around, Wait, where's Randy?

Your eyes widened and you frantically looked around, flicking your cigarette onto the floor and trying to find something. wait. There's a girl here. You flickered your eyes toward what caused Gale to crash in the first place, Sid. 

"Sid! Sid! Sidney!" You ran as fast as you could toward her, as she ran to Gale's body. Oh god. "We have to fucking leave Sidney. Where's Tatum?" You covered your mouth staring at Gale's dead body and back up at Sidney, drenched in blood and grime.  Sidney just cried in agony, and looked up at the police car parked in front of the house. "I- I- I have to get help." She stood up and limped quickly to the car. "Sidney no please, you have to stay here." You screamed to her, but she kept going. Your throat hoarse, and tears spilling out of your eyes, that you didn't even notice until now. 

I have to find Randy. You sat in silence looking at the floor, FUCK. You stood up and ran to the garage, looking behind you as you ran as to not get surprised. You swung your head back to the front and dropped to the floor. You covered your mouth, staring in complete silence. Tatum's body hanging through the garage's doggy door, her neck crushed. Blood dripping down her arm and her legs dangling. You sat like this for a long while. Everything was phantom-like, you didn't even feel like you were here anymore. 

NOOO

A prolonged scream of agony rang out, it was Sidney. What the fuck, I shouldn't have fucking come SHIT! was all you could think. You stood up and walked through the garage to the living room and caught a glimpse of Dewey lying on the floor with a knife in his back on the porch. "No! Dewey." You ran toward him and held him. "I'll get help Dewey I promise you." You shot your eyes up and saw Sidney run toward you and collapse on the porch while someone was wailing her name. 

SIDNEY, SIIDNEY.  

"Did you get help are you okay?" She said nothing and Randy appeared from the side of the porch, screaming and limping toward you both. "SIDNEY, Y/N, JESUS WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." 

Just then she grabbed Dewey's gun from his pocket and pointed it at you, then Randy. "Stop right there!"

 "WHAT THE FUCK, SIDNEY." You stood and crawled off the porch to stand by Randy, "Don't shoot it's me! I found Tatum She's dead! I think Stu did it!" He shouted, his voice was hoarse, he kept holding his leg and held his hand out. "Don't listen to him, Sidney!" Stu shouted from behind you. You moved yourself to the side, refusing to stay in the middle of them. 

Stu and Randy kept shoving each other out of the way to get onto the porch,  Stu pointed to Randy as he cried. "He killed Billy! He killed my Tatum." His voice cracked and Randy looked completely panicked. He hopped up the stairs and Stu grabbed him by his collar and threw him off the stairs; "No I didnt!" You ran to Randy and grabbed him "are you okay? Can I trust you?"  He nodded frantically and you reached into your pocket for your knife. "I don't know which one of you fuckers is the killer but I'm not fucking going out!" You wave it toward Sidney and Stu.  Stu kept reaching toward Sidney walking up the stairs "Sidney, please baby, give me that gun. Sidney give me the gun!" She kept backing into the house and you and Randy made your way up to the porch. Stu slumping against the podium and pointing at Randy screaming that it wasn't him. Sidney pointed the gun at him and then Stu, and then you. "DON'T POINT THAT SHIT AT ME WHAT THE FUCK SIDNEY!" You screamed as you held your knife close to you.