Hello, Laci

Laci

It was June, and also my first pride event. I was only here because my friend convinced me to, she said she wanted me to meet a good friend of hers.
How could I tell her no? She was so excited, anyways.
So here I was, the bi flag wrapped around my shoulders, and glitter on my face. I had never felt gayer.
The drive there was kind of long, and uncomfortable, but in my heart I knew I'd enjoy what was to come next.

-{ le time skip }-

The time had come, and if I hadn't died of boredom I probably would have from heat. The sun was high in the sky, and I forgot to bring my sunscreen. My friend noticed my worry and reassured me.
"Don't worry, Laci will have some."
She told me, now that I think about it, that was the first time she mentioned her name. Laci, it sounded nice. It was a pretty name, which probably belonged to a pretty girl that would probably let me have some of her sunscreen.
As if my day wasn't any worse, both of our phones were dead. I have no clue how we'd find Laci now, at this point I don't even know if I wanted to meet her anymore.
But, for the sake of my friend we kept walking aimlessly around the parade in search of Laci. I didn't even know what she looked like, how was I supposed to find someone I didn't even know the hair color of.
"Hey, you egg!"
My head turned to a voice I'd never heard before, while my friend ran towards it. That's when a head of dark hair appeared from the crowd of the parade. A girl, kind of tall but not too tall hugged my friend. She wore a shirt with cut off sleeves and a badly drawn on skull, and a pair of jeans that stopped just before her ankles. I was in awe how a single pair of jeans could be both grey and blue. Ontop of her head was a really weird top hat, it was kind of short but also really gay with it covered in bi flag patches and pins that say bi pride on them.
"This sewer rat here is Laci."
My friend said in an almost gushing tone. I took a moment to eye Laci again. Her hair looked like she cut it by herself, short and messy; but maybe that was because it was curly. She reminded me kind of Twiggy Ramirez, but I don't know why. Let's just say she was an interesting person to look at.
Laci seemed to be eyeing me too, I felt like prey to her. I pushed my hand out which she took and shook rapidly like an alien trying to learn human customs. Not going to lie, it felt more uncomfortable than being in the car. I forced a smile to match Laci's large and painful looking one.
The parade was fun, my friend and Laci talked for most of it but I didn't mind. I was busy trying to occupy myself with other things, like how Laci seemed to have a large amount of worm on a string in her pocket. Like, honestly how does one even acquire that many worm on a string. She felt like a living, walking cryptid with a really shitty top hat.
Laci had lots of fun stories to share, things like what she ate yesterday or how she has a pet snail named Pumpkin. She was more interesting than those 101 fact videos about videogames. I couldn't help but get invested in her stories, I even got excited when she offered to show us pictures of her and her friends. Even the people she knew were as interesting as her, for a second I even forgot how bad the top hat looked.
I got a reality check when Laci commented on how late it was getting, said we should go eat somewhere before going home. My friend agreed, so I followed along.
It was awkard almost, it felt like laci told us everything about her already and none of us knew what to say. The ice was thick at this table and none of us could move.
Laci then looked at me, her dark eyes piercing through my soul as her smile felt more creepy than anything. She reached out a hand and poked my cheek, which hurt more than anything.
"Hah, you've got sunburn."
She laughed at me, which felt like I was being cursed on for some reason. I rubbed my cheek, realizing that I never asked Laci for her sunscreen. I felt so stupid at the table, so I excused myself to the bathroom.
Laci's eyes followed me until I was inside the insanitary bathroom. I looked into the mirror and tried to collect my thoughts. Laci's stare felt like she was trying to eat me like if I some prey. I felt like a rabbit sitting next to a hawk at this point. Except the hawk wore a really awkard looking top hat covered in gay patches and pins.
Maybe I'll just call my mom, beg her to pick me up and tell the two I wasn't feeling well. Or, maybe it isn't as bad as I think it is and Laci is just a forest cryptid with good intentions. I didn't know, I don't know if I wanted to know or not anymore. I left the bathroom and saw that the table was empty.
They left without telling me, and I almost felt a little hurt. I decided I'd go to the back of this place and call my mom. Maybe it would've been better if I hadn't come at all. I took my sad thoughts to the back parking lot of the Burger King, I was so invested in my own head that I didn't see Laci kneeling over my friend. Now that I thought about it, it was dark back here with only one light.
I thought maybe I walked up on them doing something private but the blood on the pavement and on Laci's hands could tell me otherwise. My brain zoomed around inside my skull like a DVD player screensaver. I couldn't comprehend what was happening as Laci turned her blood stained face towards me, she had this snarl on her face that made her almost look like some type of vampire from one of the twilight films.
She approached me slowly, yet menacingly. I couldn't move, my body wouldn't dare budge or make a sound. I was about to die and this was going to be the last thing I'd see. I should've just called my mom and waited for her inside Burger King.
"I'm so sorry, just know I'm not the one doing this."
She looked remorseful for what she was about to do, and I didn't know why. That's when the top hat shook, then it began to move almost like it was alive. It stumbled off to reveal a rat that wore a chef hat, he pulled at some of Laci's hair before I felt the pain of death rush over me.
I died that night, died because of a cryptid and her stupid rat in a chef's hat.