halloween; leafycynicaI

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it was around 8:30 when niall asked for more weapons.

"dude... i... i don't know! do you expect me to pull shotguns out of my ass or something?" calvin exclaimed, throwing his hands around as he talked.

"no, of course not! its just that a butcher knife and weak fists won't work."

calvin was about to go to the kitchen and find some supplies when he heard roman call out niall's name.

it seemed like the appropriate time to leave, but niall grasped onto the pinecone's hand, not letting him move. he felt his face turning red, which was odd, since calvin thought he was afraid of the murderer.

he flinched at this, and as he looked up, he saw the pain in roman's eyes.

calvin was a shitty friend.

there was nothing he could do, though. he could just stare as roman ran away, his hands covering his face.

niall turned back towards calvin, "ok, go find some stuff, and be inconspicuous."

that wasn't as easy as it sounded.

everyone was already on edge, since multiple people were already dead. the kitchen was one of the worst places; natalie negrotti, michelle meyer, and bridgette dunning were guarding the doors, which was kind of lame. you could easily push them aside and get what you wanted, but nobody decided to bring that up.

as calvin pushed through the door ((when designing the house, his parents must've decided it would be a great idea to have the exact opposite of an open floor plan, how fun.)), bridgette put her hand on his shoulder.

shit, he thought. someone had caught him.

she smiled, "i just wanna say that the houseplants on your window are really cute."

calvin looked over at the small succulents adorning the window. in a neat line were a selection of cacti and other small bushes that made the room have an aesthetic feel.

"thanks," he replied as he went over to the knife drawer.

in unison, everyone behind him yelled, "no!"

calvin whipped around, "damn! calm down! i'm just getting a snack."

michelle and bridgette seemed to calm down, but natalie still seemed on edge.

he sighed. there was no choice. he had to do this.

calvin pulled the knife up and quickly jabbed it through the temples on michelle's head. natalie screamed.

"i knew it! it was you!"

he shook his head, "i'm not the mastermind behind this, it's just a duty."

he slit the throat of natalie and quickly bashed bridgette's head on the corner of the cabinet. he figured he only has a few minutes before somebody recognized where the screams came from and busted in.

he swiftly sawed off natalie's head, using the slit mark as a guide. he stuck the head in the freezer and repeated the process with michelle. with bridgette, he decided to just push her head into the cabinet a little more, leaving her hanging there.

even through all of the guilt of doing this, there was one horrifying thought sticking through his brain.

he found the situation liberating.