𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑, 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗌
- that one where a group of
teens try to solve
the mystery behind the various
murders plaguing their t...
i'm unbreakable, my only opponent, is the woman in the mirror.
— go hard, eyes wide open twice, 2020.
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Someone sneezes.
Riyan mumbles a quiet bless you as he mops the floor. Beside him, Birdie dusts the top corners of the shack, and the loud vacuum sucks up gunk, controlled by Alice.
It’s a race to cleanliness.
Riyan coughs into his sleeve as the dust from Birdie’s puffy cleaner hits his nose, and continues to mop the hardwood floor. It is a scrambling mess of people, shuffling around. The vacuum knocks into the walls multiple times.
Whoever said cleaning was therapeutic probably hadn’t taken a scene like this into account.
At the front, near the door, Teddy and Mashiro sort through the dreaded mini-fridge. Beside them, a small pile of used latex gloves indicated just how, well, unkept the fridge was.
Lastly, Finn cleans the furniture in the room — the once dusty coffee table shines brightly under the streaming sunlight from the window.
Riyan wipes a thick sheen of sweat off his forehead as he looks away, continuing to work. He can feel the arm cramps he’s going to get tomorrow, with all this mopping and tugging. Pairing it with the nagging thought of how he would explain the cramps and the afternoon disappearance, Riyan can almost feel the debate session, and his parents’ pointless arguments.
The sudden stop vacuum snaps him out of his thoughts.
Right. Cleaning their new workspace. That should be his focus. He looks down, his mop having left a particularly glossy sheen on the surface of the wood he mindlessly mopped back and forth.
Riyan lets out a long sigh, redirecting himself and the mop to another corner. He doesn’t want to be in the vicinity of any cleaning product for two days after this.
At least he isn't cleaning out the mini-fridge.
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“I don't think I like mini-fridges…” Mashiro mumbles to himself beside Teddy as they finish up the cleaning. Teddy feels his lips quirk up as the both of them walk towards the seating area where everyone has settled down, after the copious amounts of cleaning.
The entire place smells as though someone had dumped a substantial amount of Windex on it. Which would still count as a partial truth; Teddy eyes the small stack of used Windex bottles hidden away in a dark corner of the shack.
