𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄 [SPTO VARIOUS X GN! READER]

2 - A League Of Their Own

 NO A/N! JUST ENJOY THE STORY!

-LIN

YOUR POV 

"I-I won!" Matthew exclaimed with glee, going over to Ramona and raising her hand, along with his, celebrating his win, his ego increasing along with his pride, only for Ramona to shove her hand away- looking down as she walked off slowly. 

However, Matthew looked puzzled at this. "What are you doing? I won. That means you and I are free to get back together, right?" Matthew called out after Ramona, only for her to continue to walk further.  "Those are the rules of the league!" (🤓☝️) And Ramona then lightly slammed the door, not listening to whatever Matthew said. "Hey! Where are you going!?" Matthew yelled in a bit of a tantrum, pretty much floating in the air as he did weird ass poses, looking down at the ground disappointed. 

Soon, everyone started leaving. But I looked down at Knives who still slept, beside her as she pretty much slept and fainted. "Guys! Did anyone get that fight on video!?" Matthew asked, but no one answered at they left the ruined concert. "You guys leaving? Is there an after party?" Matthew called out once more, no response.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Matthew asked loudly, tone of confusion and slight anger. Knives, woke up, probably due to Matthew. "..ugh.." She groaned, before fully standing. "Where did everybody go?" She looked around. "Is the show over?" She quickly ran, looking around the place. "There was no show, the bass player was punched to death." A nearby janitor told her nonchantly. 

"D-did you say 'punched to death'!? As in, PUNCHED TO DEATH!?" She asked with a panicked expression, looking at the janitor to confirm. "Yes, those are the words I said." The janitor spoke nonchantly once more, turning to face away from her. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Knives squealed. "Knives-" I quickly tried to comfort her. Only for her run away to the exit door, crying hysterically.. hey where did Matthew go?

(This is such a banger)

Going home that night, wasn't exactly easy after knowing my roommate-ish died. Seeing some of his dull basic clothes when I did the laundry so I can wear something for Scott's funeral for the next day just made things harder, so I may or may have not shed a few tears, but not a mental breakdown or anything.

("bUt LIN I HATE SCOTT!!" IDGAF. Not that much people acted like they cared when scott died, knives was the most realistic one-ish, she shouldn't have blamed Ramona tho... And Lin is a good friend of scott, it's called showing, being a caring friend)

ON THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL..

Dressed up in full black attire, and skipping a shift for once, felt weird. But it was worth it, I still need to pay my respects for Scott's death after all.. and the church was.. really, really big. I sat over in a booth at the end by myself after paying my respects, just right behind Kim and Young Neil. 

I see the door open, a familiar women with multi-color short hair walked in, stopping behind Wallace in the long que.. wasn't her name Ramona? I see her chat with Wallace a little quietly, it is dead silent, nearly. 

"Hey," She called out to me, Ramona did. "Can I sit here?" She asked, looking right at me. "Uh, go ahead." I muttered, watching as she sat down, as there were a good distance between us. "You're, Ramona. Right?" I looked over at her, watching her faintly nod. "I'm Y/n, I was a friend of Scott too. Nice to meet you." I greeted. "..nice to meet you too, Y/n." She greeted as well, before we sat there in dead silence, as I kind of eavesdropped on Kim and Young Neil talking in front of us.

"I can't believe he's gone." Young Neil spoke up. "It's not a surprise really, he was always taking on high-level enemies." Kim responds. "Yeah, but he always won." Young Neil faced Kim this time. "Nobody wins forever." Kim stated. "The house does." Young Neil said, nearly confident. "Hm?" Kim looked at him with a questioning expression. "Like, casinos."

'Is he high..?'

"I'm gonna sit next to someone else." Kim got up, moving away from him. Making Young Neil stare at her leave, before his eyes diverted to Ramona. "Huh? Oh-!" He moved closer to properly talk. "Hey, you're the girl that got Scott killed, right?" He asked her."It's good to meet you." "..Young Neil you can't just say that-" I quickly cut in, looking at him with a disapproved stare.

"Uh, it's okay." Ramona reassured, before looking back at Young Neil. "Ramona." She greeted. "Young Neil." He pointed at himself. 

Once again, the big door opened. Revealing Knives who had the same outfit from last night, only now she has Scott's bomber jacket on, still depressed about Scott's death. Once she saw Ramona, she gasped dramatically. "You!" She yelled at Ramona who looked confused, looking around.

"What are you doing here!? You killed Scott Pilgrim!" Knives shortened the baggy sleeve to point at her, enraged even. Just then, everyone's attention in the church was on the two of them, whispers and mutters coming from the que. "I don't know if that's fair." Ramona looked up at her, with a stern expression. "Fair? You're responsible, you're the one to blame!" Knives exclaimed angrily. "IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Knives shrieked. 

"Knives, let's calm down." I quickly interrupted, getting nervous as the stares got onto me. "This is Scott's funeral, after all.." I said more quietly. Why did I have to speak up..?