the beginning of the end (a sprunki story)

chapter 3 - greif

Welp, oren is dead guys. 1 of many.... warnings: profanity, more gore (teehee)

Bruds pov:
Why is this happening... who is making this happen... those were the thoughts i thought in bed the next morning. Lots of tears between me and simon were shed that day on orens lawn, or what used to be his lawn, now its treated as a crime scene. I have been thinking, if oren was randomly killed in cold blood. Raddy and clunkr probably were too, those thoughts just made me more sad. Me and simon sat on that lawn for about an hour before the police came back out, thats along time to be soaked in another man's blood. They told me that by the looks of it, oren died recently. Atleast 5 minutes before we got there, meaning if we were not so fucking slow... we could have saved him. That thought is also not great for the good ol' mental health. My bucket was left in the crime scene and now i cant even get it because it needs to be taken as "evidence". I tried to talk to simon but he said he just wanted time alone, understandable, ive been curled up in bed all day. I tried messaging him but i just got left on read, why was the world crumbling so fast. I turned on the news again, just to get reminded of oren. "Oren the orange sprunk found dead in his house at x:xx, police are currently this sudden death" the news reporter sprunk said through the tv. I remembered the sight of orens mangled corpse, all bloodied up and discombobulated, i felt the urge to throw up again. I decided to shoot simon another text, "simon, please reply. I need to know if you are ok. Ik its traumatizing to see oren... yk... but please reply. If u dont im coming over" i typed up on my phone, debating if i should send it. I pressed the send button and put my phone face down on the bedside table. Simon please respond, i dont want you to be next...