⚠️SWEARING⚠️
"Alright well.....what do you wanna do?" He asks, taking a sip of his beer.
"Well I don't like you..."
"Wow...I'm flattered" He says.
"But...maybe we can find something in common?" I suggest. He sighs and takes off his hat to reveal his......b-bald.....BALD ASS FOREHEAD! I'm so glad I didn't say that outloud....shinny.
"Like what? I'm not much of a heart-to-heart kinda guy" he says drinking his beer.
That's when I remembered something. "Is it true your gay for Michael?" I ask. His eyes widen and grabs his mouth, stopping the beer from leaving. He swallows his drink.
"What?! Gay?! MICHAEL?!" He yells, confused.
"Yeah, I heard your gay....soooooo....you and Michael..." I say, crossing my legs.
"What the fuck?! NO IM NOT GAY FOR MICHAEL?! Where did you get that from?!"
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"Well?" He asks.
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"From your...diary..." I say quietly. I ain't gonna snitch on Norman. He tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows....if he has any...I squint at his forehead...yep...he still has eyebrows...
"How did you find my diary?" He asks confused.
"Wait....so the My Little Pony diary with one of those little locks IS yours?..."
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"I'm not dealing with this sober..." Freddy says, drinking his beer. I hear commotion down stairs, someone must be fighting.
"Norman thinks we should get along soooo...here we are. It'll make things easier. Just untill we split paths..." I drink some of the beer and put it down, I don't want another hangover...yet...
"Alright. One condition, though. No making fun of the way I look, " He says seriously.
...oh no...
"Awww...fiiiiiiine..." I say sadly. "All of those wonderful memories...I'll never make another joke..." I sad wiping a fake tear.
"Wouldn't say wonderful..."
"Hush hush, we were so young back then..." A loud scream, rings out throughout the house. Me and Freddy jump up. "There's a woman here?" I say opening the door. A clearer and louder woman's scream is heard. They are coming up the stairs...Me and Freddy share glances and wait for the woman. A person starts running towards us when we notice they seem familiar.
"BRAHMS GET BACK HERE!" Billy yells, running after him.
"BRAAAAHMS! WE HAVE TO DO THIS!" Norman yells not far behind Billy. Brahms has hit a dead end, he looks around but doesn't find anywhere to go. Billy and Norman stop.
"Nowhere to go Brahms..." Billy says in a cowboy stance. "Now your gonna come with me..." He says with his hand hovering over a knife. I hear Freddy take a sip of beer.
"NO! I'M NOT DOING IT!" Brahms yells.
"Not doing what?" I ask. Norman turns to me.
"We saw something flash in his arm and remembered about our-"
"Tracking devices..." I say taken back. How did we forget that we had TRACKING DEVICES IN OUR ARMS. I blame Freddy.
"Brahms isn't letting us get his out..." Billy says, not taking his eyes off of Brahms.
"Okay, well, I'm going downstairs...bye?" I say, slowly going to the staircase. I have one more glance before going downstairs. I am halfway down the stairs when I see a Deseased Rat under the window. I'll have to do something about that rat...or not. I walk back downstairs and enter the kitchen to see Hannibal with a knife, cutting into Michael's arm while he just sits there. I quietly sit next to Michael and watch Hannibal take out a small metal device that's blinking red.
"We will have to leave after everyone's tracking devices are out. Let me get yours out" He says, reaches his hand out. I give him my arm and he inspects where it is. Once he finds it, he begins cutting it out. A couple of seconds later, he holds the device in his hands. "Now Brahms..." He says, looking around. I stand up.
"Upstairs" I say.
Billy walks down with Brahms in front of him with a lollipop in his hands. "Hes ready now" Billy says tiredly. Brahms sits down in the chair and raises his mask high enough to lick his lollipop. Hannibal looks at his arm for the tracking device. "After Brahms is done, we're leaving." Billy says, grabbing a bag from the table. We wait until Hannibal has gotten the tracking device out of Brahms before we all load into the cars. I see that Billy had stolen a black Sedan. We all get any food and stuff that we might need and load it into the cars. Hannibal is in the driver seat and looks at me in the revision mirror.
"What's the address of your old house?" Hannibal asks.
"It's 49 Drury lane..." I say putting my seatbelt on. Hannibal nods and puts the address in on a phone he found. "Where did you get a phone from?" I ask.
"The man had it. He didn't even have a lock for it" Hannibal says starting the car. The car is full with Hannibal, Stu, Jason, and me. In the other car is Billy, Freddy, Brahms, Norman, and Michael. Freddy is driving the other car. Hannibal starts driving and Freddy follows. We drive down the road for hours until we reach the highway. Hours go by, and I start to get bored.
"Hey Jason" I say turning to my right. "Wanna play a game?" I ask. He nods his head. "Do you know how to play I Spy?" I ask. He nods rapidly. "You can go first" I say. He looks around for a couple seconds and turns to me. "You have something already?" I ask. He nods and pulls out his notepad, writing down the letter T and showing it to me. I look around the car and try and find something beginning with T.
"Hmm...T-shirts?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Trees?" I ask. He shakes his head again. I look around and spot a random tea bag on the floor. I pick it up and look at Jason. "Don't tell me it's this random tea bag?" I ask. He nods his head and gives me a thumbs up. "Why us there even a tea bag in the car?" I ask.
"Oh, Billy said the owner was British" Stu says in the front. "Makes sense actually..." I hear Stu say to himself.
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