EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-Betrayal-

Narrator's POV-

It had been nighttime once again, but everyone was cautious. Mostly nervous about who was to die next. It was not until midnight striked when it seemed that all was asleep. Except two classmates had decided to fake their sleep, they had a plan, and they wanted to pull it off.

"..Are you sure we should be doing this tonight?"

"Yes."

"..If you say so."

They walked over to the desk in the back of the classroom, nearest to the door where a girl wearing a orange ponytail was sleeping. Most of her body couldn't be seen besides the dim 'moonlight' coming out of the nearby window. She had her legs on her table, and was just sitting there. The two looked at eachother and grabbed her, bringing her out in the Fourest where the last crime was commited. While they were carrying her, the girl had felt a sort of movement and was waking up. "...Huh..? Who's there?!" The two people swiftly dropped her onto the soft seemingly blue grass, panicking a little. "This isn't funny.. Why did you bring me out here?!" She demanded, the two people just stood there. She couldn't make out their face, but she realized what she had in store.

She quickly got up, trying to run into the Fourest to escape the two. But they had predicted she would and each grabbed her by one end of the scarf, choking her a little. She hardly could breathe, and was trying to untie her scarf. "GH-" She felt them pulling, trying to get her closer to them. She had sharp breaths, trying to get air but couldn't. They kept on tugging, and eventually she gave in to their demands. She just needed air, and was trying to untie the scarf until one of them grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back. She was afraid, just trying to move away. "H-HEY! LET ME GO!" She screeched, struggling to move. She didn't know what they had in store until she saw a knife pulled out from the other's bag. It must've been the weapon for the first crime! She tried to resist, but couldn't as the knife plunged into her chest. She screamed in terror as blood began to drop down from the wound. That's when she was let go, and she scrambled, trying to pull the knife out of her body until she felt another tug coming from her scarf. The pressure was on.

She was desperately trying to untie it, while trying to escape from her two tormentors. She tasted blood as it began to drip down her mouth. They weren't going to give up so easily, though, and kept on tugging until the poor girl began to give in. She choked, not getting enough air before falling to the ground. Dyeing the blue grass into a crimson red, the two laughed it off before taking out the knife and walked back to the class. She had no last words, and her body just laid there peacefully.

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That morning, they had already realized someone was missing. Pencil. "For fuck's sake we really should have someone scout!" Firey Jr complained, angrily glaring at everyone. Black Hole sighed, speaking through the mask covering his mouth. "Well, they could easily betray us and just rat out on someone else." Everyone kept on trying to figure out something, but one decided to sneak away and check out the Fourest. It was a quick visit, and that's where he saw a blood trail. The body must be nearby! He thought before running back to alert his classmates. "Loser, where were you?! For a second we thought you died." Liy commented, a little nervous and visibly sweating. "I was in the forest, and I saw a blood trail. That might be where the new dead body is." Loser stated, before beginning to walk back out of the door. Everyone exchanged glances before walking out as well.

Loser was at the beginning of the blood trail, waiting for everyone to follow behind. And so they had, after everyone grouped together, they began to track down the blood to find the end of it. "..This is really creeping me out now..." Blocky said, still really anxious over the last death. "Well, I wanna know if people have different tastes of blood!" Gelatin said, trying to cheer the mood. "..Uhh, that's disgusting. Don't taste the blood." Black Hole stated before everyone came to a halt. "Huh? Why did we stop?" Stapy said, as he was behind the group. "..We found the body." Loser said, fearfully. Everyone began to distance themselves, just staring at the body on the grass. The blood soaked the nearby grass, as dry blood covered the mouth and chest area. The scarves were worn down, ripped in a few spots and bloodied up. It was clear somebody did a murder, but who? "YOU DID IT! DIDN'T YOU?!" Firey Jr shouted, looking at someone in particular. "M-Me..? No way! I was like, asleep during this." Match scoffed, twitching a little. "..Than explain your twitching, AND THIS!" He dove through her pockets and pointed at a specific spot of the jacket she wore. Her jacket was red, but a part of it was soaked with a much darker tint of red. As if it was blood, and Firey Jr had taken out a ripped pink cloth from her pocket. "Match murdered Pencil!" He declared, everybody gasped in surprise.

8-Ball began to walk over, with his robotic legs. "I would like to defend Match as in that is merely paint." He spoke up, staring down at Firey Jr. He frowned, "..Hmm. Let me check your pockets." Firey Jr said, with no hesitation in his choice of words. He seemed prepared to confront him, even if he was taller. "Why." Firey Jr wasn't having any of it. "Let me see your pockets, it's for important investigation matters." He said, before moving his hand towards his hoodie pocket. 8-Ball didn't move away, and just stood there with his hands in the pocket. Firey Jr looked through the pocket til he found the proper thing. He pulled out another pink cloth, similar to the one Match had in hers. "..Interesting. Than this is a easy conclusion. YOU BOTH KILLED HER!" He shouted angrily. "W-Wait! We can ex-" Match tried to say, before Firey Jr went up and just slapped her in the face. He was enraged. "You little fu-" Suddenly, Four appeared behind the group with a mad grin. He snapped, and Pencil was soon revived with no wounds or rips in her clothing. "Well, that answers the question I was about to ask! Match, 8-Ball... You're coming with me." He walked forward infront of the group, and grabbed their wrist. They tried to escape, but soon teleported off and disappeared. Everyone was quiet, too afraid to tell Pencil what her best friend had done to her. Eventually, one by one, they decided to leave back to the classroom. Firey Jr was last, just shocked of what he's done. He just painted a large target on himself.

Hopefully Match is gone for good.

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Oh fuck this was a good chapter- I hope yall enjoyed i havent had much angst from my rps lately so this helped me write it out.

Thanks for reading this one!
-Zapz