Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Just Listen

-TW: School Shooting/Violence ⚠️⚠️⚠️-

-Y/n's POV-

3:54 AM
C'mon... pick up, Cher.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

...

🍒: "Hey babes, what's up?"

"Cherry... it's Pico."

🍒: "What about him? Did you two end up fucking or some—?"

"I'm being serious right now. You remember the school I used to go to after you moved from Philly?"

🍒: "...Yeah? Why?"

"The school massacre... Pico did it alongside Cassandra."

I feel sick.

🍒: "What? How do you know for sure?"

"Apparently Cassandra's back in the city, probably hoping to find Pico for whatever fucking reason. Pico shoved me in his closet because his friends were coming and I didn't have time to go, and when they got there, they started talking about her,"

I take a deep breath.

"Pico killed my fucking sister, that's why I thought he looked a bit familiar but I wanted those memories out of my head. Now it's back to haunt me."

🍒: "Babes, listen to me. I know you witnessed her... well... you know, but why would he be working with Cassandra?"

"CHERRY, THINK ABOUT IT. HE REFUSED TO TELL ME ANYTHING AND HE'S BEEN SO SECRETIVE EVER SINCE WE MET. I SAW HIM IN THE FUCKING HALLWAY FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO ACTUALLY BE GIVING HIM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT? HE CARRIES A GUN, CHER. I THOUGHT YOU'D BE ON MY SIDE!"

"But...

I guess I really always was on my own."

Click.

I wipe the tears from my face. I really thought she'd help, but once again, I have to do it on my own as per fucking usual.

Clenching the knife I have in my pocket, I curse him under my breath.

I can't let... her... down.

• • •

8:57 PM
Days turn into weeks. He still texts me daily like I'm actually going to respond to his desperate and measly messages and it's driving me crazy, but I need his number to track his whereabouts so I put him on silent.

I get a bit curious sometimes though, I'll admit.

I always open his contact to find the normal hundreds of missed texts and calls.

Shit like:

Y/n why aren't you
answering me?

I know you're upset
but please let's just
talk this out...

I hope you're doing
okay.

Please just meet me
in person and I
promise I'll explain
myself.

I know it's such a stupid thought, but a part of me misses talking to him.

But I can't forgive him.

He's betrayed me and we basically just started to get to know each other.

As for Cherry, I constantly get messages and calls from her, even my email is flooded with her bullshit. I still physically shake at the unknown feeling of just... ghosting her like that.