Psycho

did you hear that

I hesitated, glancing around the empty classroom. The air was thick with the smell of stale chalk and cheap cologne, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was being watched, even though it was just us two. "About what?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

His smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes-there was something off about it, something predatory. "I was just wondering if we could be friends," he said, his voice too smooth, too calm. It was the kind of smile that made you wonder if he was sizing you up or planning how to carve you open.

"Of course!" I said, forcing a smile. Relief washed over me, but it felt shallow, like I was plastering over a cracked wall. The smile never faltered, but his eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "We should get going before we're late to our next classes," he said, turning on his heel and walking out the door. I nodded and followed, watching his back as he moved down the hallway. We had different classes, which was probably for the best. As I watched him disappear around the corner, a cold knot of unease tightened in my stomach, like something was warning me I'd made a terrible mistake.

(Who's going to tell the kid he fucked up?)

Lunchtime couldn't come soon enough. I bumped into Muichiro by the lockers and decided to introduce him to my friends. Maybe that would get rid of this weird feeling. "Hey, come meet my friends," I said, gesturing for him to follow me. As we approached the lunch table, everyone looked up, their eyes locking onto Muichiro like he was a new exhibit at the zoo.

Tsuki, ever the blunt one, was the first to speak. "So, who's the eyesore?" she asked, pointing a fork at Muichiro.

"TSUKI!" Yuzu snapped, glaring daggers at her girlfriend. Tsuki just shrugged, clearly not giving a shit.

Muichiro's expression didn't change, but his eyes flicked to Tsuki. "Well, you're not much to look at either," he shot back, his tone as cold as ice water. The table fell silent, taken aback by his bluntness.

Tsuki clicked her tongue and grinned, showing all her teeth. "I like you. I can tell we're going to get along just fine," she said, leaning back in her chair. "I'm Tsukuyomi Tsuki."

Introductions went around the table. I decided not to mention that Muichiro was the guy from the lake. They already thought I was crazy enough. We settled into our lunch, the usual chatter filling the air, but it wasn't long before the peace was shattered.

"Looks like the Kamdicks got a new member," one of the boys from the next table over laughed, loud enough for us to hear. His buddies snickered, egging him on. "Wonder how long it takes for him to realize how weird they are." Another boy added, his tone dripping with scorn.

Muichiro's face darkened, his eyes narrowing to slits. He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He turned to face the group of bullies, a smile curling on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You know, it's funny," he began, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the cafeteria noise like a knife. "You spend all your time shitting on other people to feel better about your own pathetic lives. But here's the thing-your words don't mean shit to me."

He took a step closer, his gaze boring into the boy who'd spoken first. The bully paled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "You want to talk about being ruthless? Keep running your mouths, and I'll make sure you're too busy trying to find your teeth on the floor to say anything ever again."

The cafeteria had gone silent, all eyes on the confrontation. Muichiro let his words hang in the air for a moment, then added with a dark chuckle, "And just so we're clear, if you keep fucking with my friends, I won't just ruin your day-I'll ruin your whole damn life. Think about that next time you decide to open your worthless mouths."

He turned and sat back down, the bullies staring after him in shock, their faces pale with fear. The room was filled with a tense silence, then Zenitsu broke it, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, damn, that was personal," he said, his eyes wide.

(Timeskip brought to you by my lazy ass)

Sadly, the movie night was canceled due to the weather-it was pouring rain outside, the kind that came down in sheets, pounding against the windows. Me and Nezuko decided to have a movie night by ourselves instead. We popped some popcorn in the microwave and settled on the couch, turning on the TV. We decided to watch Stop-Motion, a creepy animated film that always gave me the chills.

The movie had just started when we heard a knock at the door. I frowned, glancing at Nezuko. "Who would be outside in this kind of weather?" she asked, looking towards the door.

"I don't know. Let me go check," I said, getting up and heading to the front door. I unlocked it and pulled it open, peering outside. The rain was coming down hard, and there was no one in sight. "There's no one here," I called over my shoulder, looking around the porch. Then I looked down. There was a brown box sitting on the doorstep, soaking wet from the rain.

As I hent down to nick it un I heard a faint click like the sound of acamera taking a picture. I straightened up, squinting into the rain, but I couldn't see anyone. The sound must have been my imagination, or maybe a trick from the movie-we had been watching scenes of characters taking pictures. Shaking my head, I picked up the box and quickly closed the door, locking it behind me.

I set the box down on the kitchen counter, brushing the rain off my arms. "Did you order something?" Nezuko asked, pausing the movie and coming over to look at the box.

"No, not that I remember," I said, eyeing the package. It was plain brown, no return address, nothing to indicate where it had come from. Curiosity got the better of me, and I grabbed a knife from the drawer, slicing open the tape. The flaps popped open, and I stared inside. My blood turned to ice.

I screamed, stumbling back from the counter. In the box were the heads of the two bullies from school, their faces skinned, eyes bulging, tongues cut out, and jaws ripped into all directions. Their hair had been torn from their scalps, leaving bloody patches of exposed bone.

Nezuko screamed, her eyes filling with tears as she backed away, her hands flying to her mouth. "Call the police!" I yelled, my voice cracking. Nezuko bolted for the house phone, her hands shaking.

The heads rolled out of the box as it tipped over, splattering blood and gore across the kitchen floor. The stench hit me like a punch to the gut, and I doubled over, retching. The floor was slick with blood, and I could see bits of flesh and bone glistening in the dim light. The horror of it all clawed at my mind, threatening to pull me under, to drown me in the sheer madness of it.

I stumbled back, my back hitting the wall, my eyes glued to the gruesome of the two bullies from school, their faces skinned, eyes bulging, tongues cut out, and jaws ripped into all directions. Their hair had been torn from their scalps, leaving bloody patches of exposed bone.

Nezuko screamed, her eyes filling with tears as she backed away, her hands flying to her mouth. "Call the police!" I yelled, my voice cracking. Nezuko bolted for the house phone, her hands shaking.

The heads rolled out of the box as it tipped over, splattering blood and gore across the kitchen floor. The stench hit me like a punch to the gut, and I doubled over, retching. The floor was slick with blood, and I could see bits of flesh and bone glistening in the dim light. The horror of it all clawed at my mind, threatening to pull me under, to drown me in the sheer madness of it.

I stumbled back, my back hitting the wall, my eyes glued to the gruesome sight. Who could have done this? Who could have hated them-hated us- enough to do something so... monstrous?