𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
a group of teens, following a Black Friday massacre, are targeted by a man in a pilgrim costume and a John Carver mask, following a series of increasingly disturbing Instagram posts.
Ryan Baker x fem!oc
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"Babbbyyyy!" I woke up to Ryan poking my face. I groaned and rolled away from him, nuzzling my head into the pillow below me, only to realize it was also Ryan.
"What?" I grumbled lazily.
"Your phone's been going off the handle. It's, like, five in the morning. I don't wanna be a dick and go through your phone. If you're fucking someone else, I'd rather not know," he sassed. I rolled my eyes and felt around the nightstand for my phone. Finally finding it, I sat up as my eyes focused on the notification.
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Instagram
@john_carver tagged you in a post!
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"Fuck," I moaned out, sliding up on the notification. Ryan seemed to notice the life draining from my eyes at the picture on my phone. Rightmart's security guard that night... His head was on a fucking plate.
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"Jess! I found it!" I spoke loudly, my eyes glued to her father's laptop screen as I clicked through Rightmart security footage.
"Not so loud!" Jessica shushed. I felt a pang of guilt wash over me.
"Sorry," I whispered, "I found it."
"Great! What's... What's wrong?" Jess took a seat beside me as my eyes fell on a certain piece of video. Ryan and Scott, dapping up one of the security guards after we'd already gone into the store. He said he didn't recognize anyone... I said nothing as I printed out stills of the security footage. I closed the laptop and stood up, hiking my bag over my shoulder.
"Nothing. I... Give me a ride to the station, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course!" Jess nodded, pushing off my bland look and grabbing her keys, as well as her own bag. "Bye, dad! We're heading out!"
"Bye, girls! Have a nice time!" Thomas called back as Jess and I left her house, locking the door behind us and piling into her car.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jess dropped the act as she slammed her car door shut.
"I think... I think Ryan might have something to do with this..."
