Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

six

"You, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he stares at me in confusion, crossing his arms beneath his chest. "shouldn't​ you be up there? This place is a crime scene."

I probably shouldn't tell him about whatever I'm about to do since, we weren't really close even before Ericka tried to ruin the both of us. I kind of knew his girlfriend but not that much, and the time we only ever talked was inside the guidance office when we sat in front of each other by the office table while the officer asked us if such things were true. And he didn't even once looked at me which gave me the assumption he was as done as me. Other than that the favor should stop with me not telling anyone he smokes weed. Nonetheless part of me felt obligated to tell him the truth. After all as much as it sounds absolutely frigid, perhaps he would help me.

"Ericka, told me to come here." I stated. "She left something in there, and wants me to get it."

His eyes shot up to my face, "What? Alone?"

"Well, my friends—" I stopped from talking. This was certainly the part where I filter out the things no one but my friends and I should know. "I tried to make them come with me, but they were up there and they were terrified."

"And you aren't?"

I was. I absolutely fucking was. If I had a choice I would just leave but I was already too far up in this mess I've created. Everything that had happened to me and my friends earlier would be immediately neglected if I back out now.

"I am." I admit, my eyes gravitating to the building ahead and the creepiness radiating off of its halls. It stood before us like some kind of ominously old and dormant monster ready to devour whoever would dare to bother its slumber. And my feet were itching to move away from it as far away as possible. I've wondered if Pamela felt the same before she entered it. Except she was with her friends and fully equipped with bravery and was not freezing her balls off because she was probably wearing some sweater while I was nearly naked. "But I made this ridiculous deal with Ericka and I just want it to be over."

"How on Earth did Ericka leave her stuff in there?" he questioned.

"She went ghost hunting in there with her friends last night I think.." my voice trailed off. Even though I was completely engaged with thinking how I could possibly stand the cold, I've suddenly realized something; how could have Ericka and her friends went in there if the police found Pamela's body the same night?

"I was here last night and I haven't seen anyone enter the building after the cops scanned the place." He claims. Of course he would know that, and part of me was already skeptical if I should go in anyway. Nevertheless Ericka could plot several seemingly impossible ways to barge into restricted places and he just probably didn't notice. "And is she even sure it's in there?"

"I'm not sure really." I mumbled, more to myself than to Arthur. I wasn't genuinely certain and now that I've thought about it, it added up to my apprehension. Hell I wasn't even sure in what part of the building I would start searching for it. The only detail I got from Ericka is that her camera is missing somewhere and that's it. For all I know she probably didn't even leave it in there and she just sent me here to make a fool of myself, either way I wasn't sure. She wouldn't make such a threat if none of it was true and still if I followed my guts and went home without any explanation she'd be two steps away from annihilating me.

"Well then, you probably shouldn't go in there alone." He stood up, his feet approaching closer to where I stood. "It's extremely dangerous, you don't want to cut off those beautiful wings of yours."

The entirety of my face was lit on fire, leaving out my the rest of my body which felt like it was drenched in icy water. Shit of course. I wanted to think this'll be nothing once the night is over and we part ways, but I had to remind myself that he goes to the same school as me and I have to live up to the fact that he saw me in such a thing until High school ends.