Escape the Night: Season 3 (My Way + Self-Insert OC)

The Epilogue

???'s POV

I wake up and get ready for the day. It is unusually quiet, my love did say he should be back by this morning at the latest. Who knows, maybe it got pushed back? I leave our bedroom and enter the kitchen, where he is no where to be found. I leave and look out the window, the car he took was here, but he wasn't.

I exit the house and run to the mailbox, opening it to see a bag and an envelope. In his handwriting, it says my name. I run back inside and place them on the table. I open the envelope to find a note by him.

Toots,

God, this is hard to think of and even harder to write. If you have been given this letter it means I am dead. The letter I was given from Joey detailed a dangerous mission in the 1970s. Dangerous meant deadly and, yes, time travel is real. Magic is also real and we have to cleanse 8 artifacts to free a town trapped in time.

I'm writing this because a friend I have made this night, Rosanna Pansino, yes, that Rosanna Pansino, the baking YouTuber, has been voted into a death challenge. We had to vote on each other to die and she, unfortunately, had the weakest defense this time. We were split into groups and the losing group, mine, would be voted on.

This had given me an epiphany, I will try my best to keep her alive. If this has been given to you, then I have died to avenge or save my new friends.

Teala
Nikita
JC
Roi
Safiya
Manny
MatPat
Ro
Joey

I miss you so much, and I hope you will too. With this letter is the clothes I left with, song lyrics to explain this night, my voting card, and my glasses. There should also be many things in our house for you to remember me by. I'm sorry for leaving you alone, but know I'll be with you always.

With love,
                  Richard

P.S: The names and everything past them was written by me as a ghost as Ro lived and I abandoned this because we needed to move on with this mission.

I started to tear up, but I moved to the bag. I untied it to find his glasses and clothes, a small letter, song lyrics, and his card. It showed him smiling, even his card felt like it was telling me that it's okay. The Rockstar was at the bottom, the letters flowing up and down. I kissed the card, the only way I could kiss him now is through his pictures. I read through the song lyrics and moved on to the small letter.

To Richie's wife,

Me and Mat will come over a few times during the month to help you recover. We are recovering as well, and if you wonder how we know where you live, he told us in a letter he wrote giving us directions on what to do.

Sincerely,
                 Rosanna Pansino

I smiled a small, sad smile. At least he has friends and family to remember him by and new friends to help us through this.