I heard loud wails from room 666. There were 2 beds inside. In one, lay a handsome but huge foreheaded (That's a word now)
man. His board read "Brendon Urie"
Opposite Brendon, lay the burnt, messed up body of Finn, with a crying Charlotte beside him. My plan was working.
That was until Shreya stormed in.
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They Think I'm Psycho
FanfictionNobody could know that this was not suicide, but murder.
