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Suicide and Sophism... Part 2!

((THE (not so) LONG ANTICIPATED SEQUEL! Enjoy~! ))

Mike was walking down the hallway when Scott ran up to him, panting slightly from running.

"What do you want? Trying to convince me your boyfriend didn't actually kill him? Huh? What excuse are you going to use this time? 'It's all just a dare'?" Mike spat with venom at Scott.

Scott didn't reply, just stared ahead, eyes wide.

"What?" Mike spun around to see what Scott was looking at. He saw the part of the wall a little ajar. "Is that... a door? A secret room...?"

"T-The..." Scott swallowed, looking frighteningly pale, and continued in a quiet whisper, "I-It leads to the s-safe room...W-Where...Vincent..." He trailed off.

Mike nodded in understanding and he started towards the safe room, half expecting to see Jeremy in there, as well. He swung the door open, and took a moment to assess the situation. "Scott... you might want to come see this."

Scott walked slowly over to the doorway and he gasped. He stared at the suit, with parts of Vincent visible through it, and the pool of red liquid on the floor. "No!" He ran to Vincent's side, falling to his knees and looking down when he heard a splash. "O-Oh my gawd, this is... blood?! Vincent's blood!"

Vincent tried very hard not to laugh and stayed as still as possible, feeling like he was sitting in a guillotine and praying that the rope wouldn't slip.

Mike walked in after Scott. "I'm sorry, Scott... He kind of deserved it, but you certainly didn't."

Scott hugged the suit desperately, crying softly into it. "Oh, Vincent... I love you so, so much... and I never got to tell you enough.... You made my heart skip a beat whenever I looked at you... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier how much I loved you. I-I was just scared..."

Vincent stayed still, feeling extremely touched but also slightly guilty. This prank was going a little too far.

"You were my first kiss..." Scott continued. "Tonight, you were going to be my first time..."

"Holy- I was?!" Vincent couldn't hold back his exclamation, shocked by what Scott had said.

Scott screamed girlishly and scrambled backwards through the 'blood'. "Zombie!"

Vincent chuckled, sitting up slowly and holding his arms out. "Braaaaiiiinnnsss!"

Scott screamed again, "Mike, help!"

Mike rolled his eyes. "He's not a zombie, you doofus. He's alive."

"Alive and well, baby~" Vincent reached up and pulled his headpiece off, and then climbed out of the suit, walking towards Scott and holding a hand out to help him up. "I decided I couldn't possibly miss out on tonight~"

Scott took Vincent's hand and stood up, but instead of hugging him like Vincent had expected he kicked him hard between the legs. "Like that's ever going to happen now, you sick perverted jerk!"

Vincent groaned and doubled over. "I deserved that."

"Hell yeah you did! What do you think you were doing?! Tricking me like that?! Making me pour out all my feelings?! Not to mention making sudden movements and breathing on the springlocks! You could have died for real in my arms! What in hell would I have done then?!" Scott shouted.

Vincent stayed silent for a while, still doubled over. "I'm sorry."

Scott glared at him viciously and didn't reply.

"So..." Mike said. "I assume... if you're alive... you didn't kill Jeremy?"

"Kill Jeremy?" Vincent replied, straightening up. "Why would I kill Jeremy?"

"T-That w-was what I p-put in my s-suicide note..." Jeremy said quietly from behind Mike.

Mike spun around in shock and then hugged Jeremy, laughing. "You're alright! Oh, thank goodness! Never do that again, Jere. I was so worried. You are alright, right?"

"Y-Yep... I'm fine..." Jeremy said and smiled, hugging Mike back.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay~" Vincent sung.

Mike let go of Jeremy and glared at Vincent. "Like you can talk. I think you should be worrying more about ripping out your boyfriend's heart than whether I'm hugging my best friend."

Vincent paused and turned to Scott. "You know, he has a point. Hug it out?"

Scott  flipped him off.

"Fair enough..." Vincent cringed. "So... I guess we're passing on tonight...?"

"Ugh!" Scott stormed out angrily.

"Smooth, Vincent. Reaaal smooth," Mike said sarcastically.