Scömíche One Shots

Soon

AN: Okay, luckyenough19 and I were flipping out and this came out of it.

Hope you enjoy.

"When can I go home!?" He asked, pulling at the ties that kept his hands behind the chair.

I chuckled and walked forward, leaning close to his ear and whispered, "Soon."

"What... no. No. Which soon? Soon, or... /soon/?!" He began to panic, realizing what soon could mean.

I only smiled, and mumbled, "How long did you make us wait, Scotty?"

His breathing sped up, eyes moving around the room, "Months! I... you can't keep me here that long!"

"And who says I can't? I'm only twelve... they'll never believe you."

I walked over to a table slowly, picking up a knife and examining it when he spoke, "Yes they will. I'll remember who you are."

I turned around, staring at the vulnerable human in front of me, "Oh, listen to you right now Scott. You're tied up. I choose when you go home, and who knows? I might just take someone else. Or maybe," I gasped, interrupting my sentence,"The two people who mean most to you."

"Wait... you wouldn't take..." Realization struck him in seconds, "Mitch and Alex? Oh God no. No no no."

"Oh, yes yes yes Scotty boy. They'll be joining you in a little bit."

"Y-you don't even know where to find Mitch," he tried to disprove me.

"I found you, didn't I?"

"Yes... but, he's probably being protected. You kidnapped me, so he has to be safe."

I giggled, watching his face turn to disgust, "Honey, it isn't hard to get someone at night. That's when I got you, isn't it?"

"Plus, I have your phone," I continued. "Mitchie just thinks you've ran away. Stress was too much."

"He knows I'd never do that!" Scott argued, pulling at the restraints.

I pulled up his phone and flipped the screen so it was towards him. His eyes scanned quickly over the texts from Mitch, which were mostly sad faces. "He asked why! What are you gonna tell him?!"

I read the text out loud as I typed it. "I'm... sick... of... you..."

Scott's face fell. "I love Mitch! I don't get sick of him! He won't believe that, he'll know something's up!"

Just then his phone dinged in my hand. "From Mitch: fuck u, never talk 2 me again," I sighed, "Apparently it was convincing."

"Why would he believe that..." He sounded like he was about to cry, which did make me sad. But all I needed to do was get rid of sympathy.

"Should I just get it over with now?" I asked quietly, looking up at him for an answer.

"Get what over with? Killing me? Please do."

Another sigh left my lips, "Alrightie. Let's do this."

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"Member of the a cappella group Pentatonix was recently found dead in the basement of Catherine S----- of Pennsylvania. The other four members of the band had reported him missing months prior. He was found with wounds that cannot be shown on television, and the word soon scribbled on the wall in Scott's blood. The murderer has not been found."

I turned off the TV, turning to lay on my back, "I'll be found soon."

#soon