twelve ~ should we? 🤨🩸

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*Jeremy's pov

Herbert is shaking me awake, his muscled hands gripping me comfortingly.

"Hey..I have an idea, but you can always say no."

I nod at him, "okay."

"I think..I think we should kill róūjinæ. I know, I know! She's your sister, but she's never going to let us live in peace if she's alive."

My brain goes fuzzy. Kill róūjinæ? But she's my sister.. what will my dads think if they find out it was me??

It doesn't matter, I realize. Just because we are related doesn't mean I recognize her as family. She's dead to me after what she's done, that ugly tentacled bitch.

I take a deep breath, and say "can we think about it for a bit?"

Herbert smiles at me "of course!"

...

It's been a week and I've made up my mind. We're going to do it.

Me and herbert have been making plans, secretly buying and hiding supplies, watching old slasher movies.

So far we have a stockpile of black clothes, masks, knives, bleach, stain remover, gasoline, gloves, a trashbag, and many more.

We plan to do it next week, when my dads are taking violletá to a concert.

Róūjinæ will be home alone, and so will we.

Well kill her, dispose of evidence quickly, and then call the police in a panic.

A week. One week until my sister dies.

All we can do for now is wait.

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