full moon - agatha all along

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶.

chapter i
" darkest hour "

Standing for what seemed like an eternity outside the white house that the witch supposedly lived in creeped her out by the second. It looked like the standard white picket fence house, yet there was something off about it, something dark, like a thunderstorm hovering over it ready to let it all out. She waited patiently for Billy to make his way to the house; after all, it was his idea to break and enter. That's what she was going to say to the police, anyway.

"Are we sure about this, Bluey?" Maeve questioned, fidgeting with the pockets of her cargo, mentally and physically preparing for what was coming. Billy didn't look at her, he just shrugged with uncertainty. "Then let's do this."

She didn't comment on the fact that Billy didn't roll his eyes at the nickname. Bluey. After Maeve witnessed one of Billy's magic outbursts, she knew that the nickname fit him perfectly. Though he hated it, he never told her to stop calling him that. It was their thing, having stupid nicknames for one another that only they could use.

They weren't going to back down now. They have been preparing for this for a whole week. Not that Maeve had anything better to do, but she was that close to getting answers from that woman and there was no doubt she would go in there, either with Billy or just herself.

Billy lifted his scarf to cover most of his face before putting on his hoodie. Maeve scoffed slightly at the sight. There were a lot of things she knew about Billy and one of them was his constant anxiety, and this situation wasn't helping him. So, the brunette decided not to comment on that, understanding that he just wanted to do this the best way possible.

Maeve walked first towards the house, hiding behind the bushes as she tried to steal a glimpse from the window. Her breath caught when she saw her. There was that woman inside, holding two mugs, talking to somebody. Maeve immediately signalled Billy to kneel as he was standing like a creep over her head.

"With or without the mask, if she sees you looking at the house like that," Maeve pointed at his face, "she is going to kill us."

They crawled carefully, staying in the shadows, until they got to the corner where a rubbish bin was located. "Mae-no way," Billy exclaimed, realising what Maeve was thinking. "If we fall-"

"Then we won't fall," she replied casually as if it was the easiest thing. She tried to climb to the top of the bin, but it wobbled uncontrollably. She couldn't reach the top, at least without making any noise.

Billy sighed sharply and, after looking over his shoulder to make sure that they were still unnoticed, he helped Maeve up the bin. She, in return, grabbed his hand and helped him up. It was surprisingly easy to reach the roof of the porch and when they realised that the window upstairs was unlocked, Maeve was delighted.

Billy opened the window with more force than needed, causing a loud thud. He immediately raised his hands in surrender and his eyes darted with Maeve's in panic. Maeve eyes widened, internally screaming at him through a glare.

As he made his way to the window, Maeve stopped him, holding up her pointer finger, and got in first. Billy followed closely, looking cautiously around them for any sort of danger.

The room was pitch-black and them forgetting a flashlight didn't really help the situation. Noticing a lamp near the window, Billy turned it on. The soft glow cut through the shadows, not that it helped, but it was better than nothing.

Taking a good look of the bedroom, they started rampaging through the dresser, picking up clothes and checking under them. Nothing. Maeve sighed sharply, her frustration building up. What's the best place to hide something? Under the mattress, maybe?