YOU SUBMITTED;
ZYDEN AS THE KILLER.
MINHEE AS THE VICTIM.
BOTH WERE INCORRECT.
Punishment for the submitter is still being decided.
The killer watched and interacted with the group, annoyed by their stupidity and even complained to a close friend privately. They seen one of the victims get up and leave to most likely use the bathroom, blowing it up with their nasty ass shits.
“FUCK, WHO PUT GODDAMN HORSE LAXATIVES IN THE BROWNIES?” Seungcheol screamed out, annoyed that his 28 thousand dollar, white carpet was currently being shit on by Minho who just couldn't hold it in.
“I'm so glad I'm on a diet.” Angela said, plugging her nose with her fingers as she walked out the house with her phone as her dad followed her out to catch up on things.
“Oh god, it's kicking in! MOVE YOU WHORES.” Yoongi yelled as his stomach bubbled as he pushed the other Minho out the way to try and make it to the toilet.
Soonyoung sat on the couch, rolling his eyes as Seungcheol dropped to the ground and sobbed into his hands. “THIS IS THE LAST TIME I ALLOW ANY FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE ASS BRATS INTO MY HOUSE!”
“So get the fuck out your own house.” Soonyoung sasssed, earning a glare from Seungcheol.
This distraction was enough for the killer to slip out of peoples sight, going after one of their victims.
“Oh, hey what's up?” An unsuspected victim said, startling the killer. “Oh, hey. Can I show you something real quick?” The killer asked, a polite smile appearing onto their face. “Yeah! Of course.”
The killer led them to the shed in Seungcheols backyard, trying to explain that a car had needed to be fixed.
“Yeah, I'll just take a look real quick.” The victim said, going underneath the car as the killer quickly took out a screwdriver and mallet.
“Hey, I have something for you!” The killer said, a little too happy for the victims liking. The victim slid out from under the car and before they knew it, the killer started bashing their head in with the mallet before stabbing them in the chest with the screwdriver.
Bits and pieces of her brain covered the floor, chunky pieces as well. Their face looked deformed and with every hit you could hear a little squish. The killer smiled at their piece of art. The killer arranged the pieces of brain to spell out.
"ONE DOWN, EIGHTEEN TO GO."
14 hours.
CLUES;
Someone active.
Possibly genderbent.
Someone you know.
