The Fooo Imagines

Olly Imagine *WARNING*

You've been away on a business trip for a week. You come home to the house trashed. "Olly?!" you call out. "Alie!" you call out yours and Olly's 12 year old daughter's name. You search the house for your husband and daughter. You walk up the stairs and check your bedroom; it's trashed. You walk across the hall to your daughter Alie's room and see her bedspread is trashed and everything in her room is on the floor. You start to panic and call Olly. Maybe he left the house earlier... You wait for the ringing in your ear and when you do, you hear Olly's ringtone by the window of your daughter's bedroom. You walk over to where you hear his phone and see two lifeless bodies on the floor; a small pool of blood under them. You scream when you see no visible signs of breathing. You kneel beside Olly and check for a pulse; nothing. You do the same to your daughter; still nothing. You scream and cry into Olly's dead chest as realization hits you; your loving husband and beautiful daughter are now dead and there's nothing you can do about it.

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After the funeral, Omar walks up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. "It's not your fault Y/N. Someone broke into your house but Olly and Alie were home and couldn't get out." You start to cry again. "I know that sounds really bad, I'm so sorry," Omar apologizes. "No, it's okay. I know there's nothing that could've been done. Thank you for being here right now Omar," you say as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss Omar's cheek. "If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, you can call me or Felix or Oscar." "Thank you Omar." You give him a small smile as you walk towards your husband's and daughter's graves and cry over the loss of your family.