Deal Then?

21 - LünchClub and Wilbur Soot

He couldn't help but be scared.

Why? you may ask. Well, I'll reply with a bitter tone, do you realize who's left? You could only shake your head, not remembering the last victims. It's the Lunch Club, I paused for dramatic effect, and Wilbur soot.

Killing them would be a bittersweet moment. For one, he could stop and killing, and two, he's all alone.

Travis pulled himself out the bed, running his hand over his healed lip. 'Right... it's been healed.' With a sigh, he stood up and got ready for the day. He flicked his eyes to the notification on his phone as soon as he stepped out the bathroom.

Message
Guitar: Travis, are you home?

The male couldn't help but feel his heart beat quicken and a ring appear in his ears.

Lollipop: Yeah, why?
Guitar: Well, I was visiting America and wanted to hang out with you guys

Travis bit his bottom lip, staring at the words. 'Schlatt must've prepared this.'

Lollipop: Are you sure? You came at the wrong timing.
Guitar: What? What's wrong?
Lollipop: You haven't heard about the recent murders?
Guitar: Damnit, I was staying in America for about three weeks.
Lollipop: Don't be disappointed Wilbur
Lollipop: You could stay at our house

'Crap! Why did I say that?!' Before he could delete it, Wilbur responded. 'Curse his quick typing.'

Guitar: No, no. It's okay. I'll stay at a motel or something.
Lollipop: Oh, okay. I'll see you later?
Guitar: Yeah, later :)

SuckMyPop: Uh
Crimson: What
SuckMyPop: So my last victims are my friends and Wilbur
Crimson: Mhm
SuckMyPop: So uh
SuckMyPop: Can I forfeit the murders?
Crimson: Stupid ass hoe you came to me for a task and I gave you one
SuckMyPop: HEY I WAS LIKE DUMB OKAY
Crimson: Whatever, you still need to kill them.
SuckMyPop: :'(

Travis sighed heavily, placing down his phone and covering his head. '...My head hurts...'

~~~

He couldn't bare it. The bile filled his throat, leaving a sharp stinging pain as he swallowed it down. He had no rights. He had just stopped streaming, cutting it short which left his fans confused. His fans... He was just playing Animal Crossing. Now he was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. It was sickening.

Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.
Sick.

He was sick.

He.

Was.

Sick.

He couldn't bring himself to cry. He couldn't. No matter how hard he tried. How much he wanted to, he couldn't. It hurt his head. It hurt his throat. It made the bile come back up again. He swallowed it down again, despite the disgusting taste and tingle feeling. He wanted to cry. So hard. He wanted to beg for people. He didn't want this. He didn't want this result.

He wanted it.

He had asked and he gave as asked.

So why did his heart ache?