(PART 2 OF 3)
cover by: rivila_cher
I stared at the number, finally realizing my suspicions were correct.
Random Number: So, are you sure that we can't get you to come over the house?
Me: How many times do I have to repeat myself? I will never, E...
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(True Ending)
~flashback~
"What do you mean, she's gone?!" Jason stood in the doorway as the blue haired male panicked.
"She... wasn't upstairs when I went to check on her." Richie responded. Trevor sat on the bed, staring blankly at the floor. Freddy paced the room as he held his head between his hands.
"This is fucked." Freddy managed to blurt out as his mind raced.
"Would you please shut the fuck up?" Trevor snapped, earning a surprised look from Richie.
"No you." The red head shot back, not even thinking about who he was talking to.
"You wanna fucking start something?" The blonde rose to his feet, causing Freddy to stop and process the events that just unfolded.
"Hey! Please, can we focus? Where could she be? There's no one she can go to." Richie rose to his feet, as well, trying to not show that this was affecting him deeply.
Jason shifted from a side to side, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "We'll have to lay low for a while. We'll find her... Even if it takes forever." The other boys stopped arguing to look at Jason. Silently exchanging glances and agreeing.
~flashback end~
The girl ran towards the house, looking back to make sure Richie was the one winning. "GO!" He yelled, making the girl feel a wave of guilt as she opened the door.
(Y/n) looked around before she bolted down the hall towards the basement door. As she opened it she heard a muffled scream above her. She let go of the knob and darted towards the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible.
As soon as her head peered over the stairs she heard a one way conversation from Trevor's room. "Be a good little girl while I go to the bathroom. If you aren't, I'll punish you again." He chuckled, the smirk on his face practically screaming. The blonde walked out of the room and down to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
(Y/n) crept up the stairs, almost collapsing when she peered into the room to see Steph tied to the bed. The younger girl stared at the wall until she realized (Y/n) was there. Her whole body jolted as it took all her willpower not to scream with joy. (Y/n) almost ran into the room as she quickly looked all over for a sharp object. Steph watched in silence as she felt her eyes start to water. After frantically searching through a draw she found a pair of scissors, quickly cutting off the shirts that held Steph bound. With no time to relax, (Y/n) grabbed her hand, jumped of the bed, and ran out of the room as fast as they could. Steph ripped the gag out of her mouth and threw it on the floor before the two hit the stairs.
(Y/n) felt her body become lighter with every step, freedom was finally going to be given. She opened the door, only to stop dead in her tracks when she gazed upon Jason and Richie. Jason held a scalpel close to Richie's face as he straddled him. "Richie!" (Y/n) managed to cry out as she ran to the two, not even noticing Stephs hand being ripped from hers.
(Y/n) rushed to Richie's aid, using all of her weight to knock Jason off of him, and to the ground. Richie quickly rose to make sure she wasnt hurt, but was stopped when Freddy grabbed his wrists. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" he shouted.
"F-freddy?!" Richie was shocked to be turned around by the boy. He looked towards Trevors house to see Steph in Trevor's grasp, desperately trying to get out. "TREVOR NO! LET HER GO-" Richie was cut off when he saw (Y/n) fall in front of him.
"You aren't goiNG ANYWHERE!" Jason screamed as he held onto the girl's foot. The whole scene was like one from a movie, or a book.
Richie broke from Freddy's grasp to get closer to Jason, so that he could kick his side. The male let out a groan of pain, grabbing his side while he also reached for his scalpel. Freddy stomped on his hand in order to grab the medical knife before he could, erupting in another groan from Jason, this time louder. (Y/n) and Richie ran to the house in order to stop Trevor, who was struggling to hold the girl in the doorway. He looked up and turned around before (Y/n) reached him, leaving (Y/n) to jump onto the males back. "(Y/N) NO!" Richie yelled as he tried to pry her off.
Trevor's grip on Steph increased in intensity, making the girl scream in pain as his arm tightened around her stomach and mouth. Without thinking, Trevor swung his back towards the door frame, forcing him to raise one of his arms in a way that did not agree with the limits of the human neck. (Y/n) was sent into the frame and hitting her injured hand. She screamed in pain as she fell off. Richie looked up and froze when he saw the lifeless body in his friends hands. (Y/n) finally looked up and felt a wave of dread and sorrow.
"STEPH!!" She screamed. Richie acted quickly, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back as she tried to get closer to her now dead friend.
"WHAT THE FUCK, TREVOR!"He felt tears in his eyes as he looked at his friend. All the blonde could do was stare down at Steph, thinking about how easy it was to snap her neck.
The blue haired male pulled the girl out, and turned to see Jason running towards the two with a bloody scalpel in his hand. A crazed look in his eye, and almost out of breath. Richie dove to the side with (Y/n) on his arms.
Jason didn't stop, and ran into the house, tripping over the body and making large cut in Trevor's in the stomach. The male's head smashed into the railing, knocking him unconsious. Trevor dropped to the ground as he began to bleed out, not even trying to save himself at this point. As his vision slowly faded he pulled the scalpel out of Jasons hand, in an attempt to avenge himself. But in the end, his hand dropped to the ground as he his consciousness slipped away.
Richie and (Y/n) were breathing heavily, eyeing Freddy's dead body from the side of the house. (Y/n) was crying harder than she had imagined as he sat them up. He rose to his feet, peering into the house to see his dead friends. Richie silently cried as he tried to wipe away his tears. He then picked up the only thing he had left to live for and walked towards the exit of the culdesac, looking back on the broken pieces that once was his whole world. He sighed, and turned around as he carried (Y/n) away from hell.
