Actual Terror (and rightfully so)

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He stared at the weapon, petrified. The girl gripping it was about his height, with auburn hair in a loose ponytail. He could've sworn he recognized her.

Her eyes bore into him, with no specific emotion. Jay smirked. "In case you hadn't noticed," they sneered, "this lovely lass here has a gun. If you try shit, she will not hesitate to shoot you. Got it?"

Heart pounding, and almost paralyzed with fear, he forced himself to nod.

"Good."

The girl had the gun pressed against his side with her finger on the trigger, and the only thing he could think about was how if her finger slipped, he was dead.

Somehow, the girl was even more unsettling than Jay. While Jay was snarky and gleeful in their cruelty, the girl was silent and stoic.

Jay pulled out their foldable knife from their pocket and held it against his throat, as he willed himself not to move. "Now, here's what's gonna happen," they whispered, and their voice was clearly elated, though they tried to hide it. "We-" their thumb jerked to point at the group, "-are gonna do our thing, and you-" they pointed at Felix, "-are gonna take it. Got it?"

Trembling, he nodded. They grinned. "Alright then." The group of, now that he counted, about ten other malicious, drugged teenagers drew closer. He opened his mouth to protest, but Jay pressed the knife against his lips, silencing him. "You stay quiet," they ordered, and when he nodded, they chuckled. "You really are a machine, aren't you? Like a skittish dog, obeying his master's every order 'cause he's scared of what'll happen if he doesn't," they jeered, and he flinched because he knew it was true.

They folded the knife back and stuffed it into their pocket, and then grabbed him by the tie, dragging him with them like it was a leash, and then threw him into the bathroom which was already incredibly suspicious and then they planted a foot on his chest, silently forbidding him from moving, and ordered one of their lackeys to close the door.

"And lock it," they added, which only increased his fear.

They then turned their attention back to him. "So, pretty boy, have you managed to piece together what's going on?" they asked mockingly and he panicked because he knew his suspicions were coming true this couldn't be happening hadn't he gone through enough of this with Cindy?

Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the goons undo a button on his jeans and god please no no no no no no no no no no

Apparently he had started whispering those "no"s out loud, because Jay scoffed. "Cry all you want rich boy, it's not gonna cha-"

And around that time the door fucking exploded, and who else could be the culprit but Carla?

She strolled into the room casually like she always did after destroying a door, then raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of her (which, by the way, was a bunch of edgy delinquents standing around a taller, thinner, edgier nonbinary straddling a preppy blond in a suit and tie.) "Am I interrupting something?" she asked, completely aware that she was.

"Please, continue interrupting," he begged, as Jay glared at her.

She grinned. "Cool."

And as she went to help him, the auburn-haired girl pointed a gun at her.

A/N: man I bet you guys love it when I repeatedly leave you on cliffhangers huh

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