I hate you (right?) {party poison x reader}

Stars

Me, trying to figure out Wattpad: what the fuck is a vote
You, probably knowing what the fuck you're doing: its (probably totally obvious thing)
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"Mornin'." I'm reluctant to open my eyes. "Come on Y/K/N, time to wake up."

"Yeah?" I open my eyes and see Korse, standing over party Poison, who's looking at me with a fearful expression, with a gun pressed to his head.

"Did ya have your fun? Doesn't matter now I guess."

I go for my gun, which I keep under the pillow for protection but nothings there.

"Looking for this?" Korse is swinging my gun in his hands. "Now I have a fun game! How about i shoot your little boy-toy here with your gun! Doesn't that sound fun!" He moves his gun and replaces it with mine.

"Or we could save this for the big finale! Bring the first one in." I watched as some drags dragged a kicking and screaming fun ghoul into the room. I try to lunge at them but I'm pulled back by more dracs, that seemingly came out of nowhere.

"No! Don't you fucking touch him." I yelled.

"Y/K/N!" He yelled. "Help!" Those were his last words. Korse shot him right in the middle of this forehead with my gun.

"No!" I yelled, struggling harder. Next came jet. He was struggling but seemed to have accepted his fate and just looked at me sadly. "Please no!" He was killed the same way.

"Next!" Korse said, and Kobra was dragged in. He had a black eye and his nose was bleeding.

He looked directly at me. "This is your fault." He was shot in the chest two times.

The three corpses were dragged out of the room. The lifeless bodies' of my friends. Fuck it. My family.

"And now time for the grand finale!" He pulled party to his feet.

He put my gun under his chin

I Can't watch. The dracs are trying to force my head so I look right at it but I can't. I hear the shot that ends his life. All I can think about killing every goddamn drac and scarecrow I can find. They drag out his body. "Goodnight." He hits me on the head with my gun and I get knocked out.

I wake up on party's bed and look around. I'm alone. I get out of bed and search for a gun. I find mine In the middle of the floor in the front room. I didn't want to use the gun that took my friends lives but I had nothing else. There's no reason to stay here.

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It's been about six or seven months since they died. I basically changed my identity. My hair's bright red in honor of party poison. I've also changed my name to swan song. I've stopped talking all together.  The last time someone tried to talk to me was to provoke a fight. Called the the most ruthless killer in the desert. I just walked away.

I heard the sound of yelling and guns firing. I jumped off a bike I stole from a dead drac and shot every white suit I saw, avoiding the other killjoy.

The last drac fell.

"Thanks, Who are-" I looked at who was. The one looking back at me was party poison. How? He was dead.

I didn't know what to do, So I ran. I heard him run after me. I hoped on my bike and speed away.

"This isn't possible, this isn't possible." I kept repeating to myself, my voice rough from not using it.

I saw his dead body. How did I just see him alive. In my distracted state I lost control of my bike. I tried to put my arm out to protect my head as I hit the ground. I rolled a few times, and finally came to a stop. I knew I was probably covered in cuts and bruises but all I could feel was excruciating pain in my arm.