Baby, just say ... yes? | Landoscar <3

Stab, Act II

After unsuccessfully searching for any more clues in Landos room they cleaned it up which filled the Brit with more and more anger by the minute. One thing is scaring the shit out of him, another thing is scrubbing a syrup-written insult towards him from a wall. That person will pay, Lando thought.

Oscar could sense the tension in the room and felt bad about the part he played in it. He had to do something, especially when they walked past some drivers on their way to the media responsibilities and Lando looked at everyone like he was Chucky, that murderous doll.

"Jeepers Creepers, you have to stop looking at people like that", he whispered at Landos ear and tried to gesture to the drivers that they didn’t need to worry about him. Most of them just shrugged, knowing that Lando can be ... special sometimes.

"It could be any of them", he answered through gritted teeth. Holding Landos hand in his, Oscar gently stroked his knuckles to try and soothe him. "I know but we will find out soon-" Oscar was cut off as George Russell suddenly stood in front of them like a huge tower which made Lando flinch instantly.

"Hey guys, will you come to our Halloween party tonight? It’s kinda spontaneous but Alex and I put a lot of effort in it nonetheless. It will be fun, I mean, as long as Lando doesn’t shit his pants-"

"Hey-"

"Details in the groupchat" and with that George was already off, driving away on his scooter. Lando turned to Oscar immediately, "We are not going." The Aussie just rolled his eyes and pulled Lando aside where less people were standing.

"But we are. Think about it. All the suspects in one place, finding the right one will be so easy." That Oscars explanation sounded plausible irritated Lando.

"But it’s like that stupid movie, they all end up at a party and the killer strikes again"

"That’s perfect, you will be the bait and we will catch him red-handed"

"And I will die?"

Oscar couldn’t help but chuckle, "Of course not. It isn’t a real killer who is taking the piss with you."

"Who knows? And you know what, that you want me to go to that party so badly is kinda suspicious." Lando folded his arms in front of him to underline his statement. Oscar on the other hand was clearly offended by it.

"You still believe it's me? But the rules of a slasher movie say it's never the gay guy", he tried to defend himself.

"No, actually the rule is that the only way to survive a slasher movie nowadays is to be pretty gay. The gay guy could still be the killer. Besides the rules change like every movie."

That Lando remembered it correctly made Oscar speechless for a moment. "How-?"

"I may look away from ... the bloody scenes but I always listen. So don’t fool me Piastri!" Lando looked liked like an angry gnome now and Oscar didn’t want to push it but he had to make him believe him.

So he took a step forward, taking one hand in his. "Lando. The person who left the mask and the syrup-writing called you from that room, you told me that, didn’t you? When you called them back they knew that you knew they were in there-"

"Wait, what?"

"Just listen. The window was open when we stepped into the room so the driver behind all this must have climbed out of it. I bet he had a different plan, wanting to scare you in person but the element of surprise was gone so he just left his mask. I mean, the message he wanted to convey was written on the wall anyway. He called you a coward so his job was done."

"Thanks for pointing that out Osc, I really appreciate it", Lando commented sarcastically.

Oscar sighed, "My point was I couldn’t have climbed out of the window, run around the motorhome and stand behind you in under a couple of minutes. But, like you told me, it were just a couple of seconds before you bumped into me." Lando stayed quiet for a bit, looking down at their intertwined hands.