toy || randy

twenty - one.

andy felt like the world around him just froze.

this couldn't be real. lucas was lying on the ground, breathing heavily with his chest going up and down very quickly. andy rushed to him, he sat down with tears going down his cheeks. he knew he was screaming but he couldn't hear himself much anymore, he was shaking and crying and it was all just. so much. too much.

"lucas, oh my god, i'm- i'm so sorry, you're going to be okay. right? totally okay-" andy was trying to stop blood from floating, covering his stomach with his hands, crying and choking on his own tears. lucas started coughing, pushing andy's hands away. "it's okay, andy." he said, trying to hold back his tears. he was surely dying, and he knew. "andy i- i want you to know that," he said, "that it's not your fault and i- i love you, please don't let anyone treat you badly, okay? promise me that?"

andy nodded but he couldn't stop crying, he couldn't see through the tears as he hugged lucas. "i love you too, please don't leave me here alone," lucas just smiled as he began to close his eyes slowly. "lucas i- i don't have anyone else than you," andy's tears were going down his neck and wetting his shirt. "i'm not leaving you, andy. i promise i'm not." his eyes closed, his chest stopped going up and down completely.

he was gone.

"you done?" brook laughed at him, checking out his gun while standing right behind. it was so fucking hilarious, seeing andy being broken over his little friend. it was so satisfying to see him in pain, which he truly deserved after everything he has done. andy didn't even look up, putting his head on lucas' chest and crying. "oh come on, he didn't like you anyways," brook laughed bitterly, going to andy taking his hand roughly. "you're a fucking monster, brooklyn!" andy screamed at him. he suddenly felt so empty. so angry, sad and confused, he just didn't understand anything and he still couldn't accept the fact that his best and only friend was gone.

"oh no, andy. you're the real monster here. i didn't shoot him. remember?" he smiled, pulling him up on his legs and smashing him to the wall. andy didn't even care anymore, the pain because of his head smashing against the wall was nothing compared to the kind of pain he was going through in his mind right now. he hissed in pain and spat out some blood, trying not to throw up. he prayed for this to be a really bad joke.

why did he ever trust brooklyn? why was he so stupid to go with lucas alone to a place like this when he knew how dangerous that is? why didn't he listen to rye in the first place?

brooklyn kicked him in the stomach, laughing at him and then leaving him alone in a dark room, taking lucas' body obviously with him. andy was begging him to let him go but brook just rolled his eyes and locked him up.

what the fuck was he going to do now?

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