"Hey cone, i have to cancel our picnic date today, im just super fucking busy, i'll call you when i can! Love you!" Conan scoffed and went to the next voicemail left on his phone.
"Hey conan, sorry i didn't pick up earlier, im gonna have to cancel our trip the library though, I'm just going to visit my mom, Love you!"
The two words echoed in Conans ear as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Fuck!" He slammed his fists against the steering wheel.
I have to get rid of them.
Conan left Jassabelle's driveway and pulled into his own. Walking into his house and opening his secret door leading to his guns and other weapons.
He grabbed a small gun and a taser. "I might need something else" He thought for a while before reaching for the smoke bomb. "This will come in handy" He put it in his bag and left the house driving to the public children's park.
His instinct was right. There was Chris and Jassabelle at the park holding hands. On the swings. Kissing.
It's a good thing Conan put a tracking device into them both. Conan camped out for a while before following them home quietly. He waited five minutes before going into Chris's house locked and loaded.
He quiely took off his shoes placing them on the rack him and Chris built around christmas and threw the smoke bomb into the living room hearing the shrieks of Jassabelle and Chris.
After the smoke cleared up he went to the living room tying their passed out bodies up to chairs and putting tape around their mouth.
"Ooh! Popcorn!" After ten minutes they both woke up and started freaking out. "Hey guys! Your awake now! Great!" Conan pulled the tape off their faces as the yelled for help until he pulled out his gun.
"Let's get one thing straight, You guys are cheating on me? With each other?"
"Your acting like you aren't cheating on us!" Conan laughed and put his popcorn down now holding his gun with both hands.
"I wouldn't be mad if you guys were cheating with other people, but the fact that you guys are cheating on me with each other, isn't okay, and i wont let it slide" Conan stood up and grabbed a knife.
"Who's going first?" They both tried wiggling out of the chairs. Conan picked up the taser playing eeny meeny miny moe.
Chris fell over on his side and Conan arubtly stopped and looked at a helpless chris on the floor crying.
"You first!" Conan tases him for a few seconds before sitting him back up. "I bet you guys had fun at the park huh?" They both looked at me in confusion.
"I'm not a dumbass, there's a tracking device deep in your veins, i had the choice to shoot you both at the park, but i wanted to have more fun so, here we are!" Conan smiled at them both.
Conan walked around the house remembering all the memories he had with Chris here. The closet was still small, yet cozy and round.
He still has a show box full of money, and his moms last picture before she died. And of course, the polaroids, Chris never let Conan look at them, Conan felt his fingers around the pointy corners of the polaroid and flipped it to see Jassabelle and Chris, having sex on the bed Conan was sitting on right now. Conan threw them on the floor and walked back out to check on them in the cold living room.
"Please, you don't have to do this!" Jassabelle said from her chair. Conan stood up and cut Chris's initials into her arm while she kept squggling around. Conan got impatient and slapped her.
"Come on! It's like a fucking tattoo!" He threw the knife and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge getting orange juice and pouring a bottles worth of hydraulic acid in both cups.
"Now, here's the deal if you guys don't drink this orange juice, i will shove my knife so far down your throats all your organs will be cut in half" He smiled and poured the liquid in their mouth.
After thirty minutes of watching tv with them they finally passed out. Jassabelle's lips were pale and her hair had dried blood in it. Chris had burns in the top of his mouth and his clothes were wet from all the sweat he had made in the chair. Conan got up and put his hair into a ponytail.
"Time to get to work, bitches" Conan got a huge box while wistling the mickey mouse intro and placing them both in the crate individually and with a bottle of champane.
Conan took if his gloves and burnt them in the sink. He carefully shut the crate and had it shipped to Mexico in less than five hours.
There Conan was, sitting on his couch watching freinds with a glass round beautiful cup of red wine, laughing after having to kill both partners, and clean up the evidence, tomorrow will be a day of peace.
maybe.
enjoy:) this is just a teaser of evereything else i have left🤫
