Hours later you awake in a hospital bed. "W-what the fuck happened?" You said feeling exhausted. Next to you was a pale skinned boy with messy black and red hair and bags under his eyes. "Finally up beautiful." He said to you sweetly and kissed you're forehead. "W-who are you?" You said looking at him confused. "My name is Pete, I'm your boyfriend. I was so worried when you fainted you hit your head really hard." He said petting you. "Pete who am I? Im scared." You trembled. "Your name is (y/n) darling." He carasses your cheek softly but for some reason it felt wrong. "I'm so happy you're okay my dark queen." He kissed you but you felt diqusted with it. You couldn't understand why. He was your boyfriend, right? He pulled back and sat down by you again with the same psycotic expression. Meanwhile Craig sat in a cell, how did it come to this? He didn't do anything wrong now they're calling him a killer. He stared down at his hands that were never stained with blood. "(Y/N) where are you?" He said. They police hadn't let him see you all he can think about is your beautiful (S/C) going pale on the ground. The police came soon only to arrest him. He was so confused. The thrasted trying to get them to listen to him but they threw him in back of their car. You were put in to the ambulance as he reached for you. "She's lucky her boyfriend called who knows what this freak would have done to her." One said to the other. Craig never called the police the driver did. Then the realization hit him. The driver was Pete, he knew Pete hated him but not that much. Why would he calm to be your boyfriend? Craig's mind filled with burning questions. Where were you? Were you okay? What did that psychopath want with you? He slammed his fist against the wall. "Tucker you have a visitor!" A guard yelled opening his cell. This must be you. Craig hurried to the visiting area the guard had to speed walk to keep up with him. Then to Craig's disappointment Henrietta was there. He questioned why she would come they've never talked before. "What do you want from me? To taught me that your little friend set me up?" He said sternly. "No I'm here to help with your problem." She said twiddling her tumbs. One of Craig's eyebrowns raised. "Every since Pete saw her he's been obsessive. I looked in his phobe while he was with us, there was nothing but pictures, lude videos, and poems. That was before Eric's death. I-I think Pete killed him as a sign of love. Now Wendy is missing. I know they might be comformist assholes but they were people. He's gone crazy he threatened Micheal the other day." Shs said looking down. "He's not Pete anymore." Craig couldn't believe his ears he was dumbfounded. He didn't understand, all he could understand is that he was going kick Pete's ass.
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Sorry for the short late chapter I've been really busy with summer school, band, and a tiny kitty who likes attacking my fingers
