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NOTE: I AM SO SORRY.
Clock's POV-

I heard a scream, or yell of some sort. What was it.. I don't know. A little after the scream, I noticed Loser walk back in the classroom. His clothes were slightly tainted with a tint of red, and it gave me a little uneasy feeling. Surely that's just paint, right? I slowly got up from my desk, excusing myself and going out to the Fourest. I was walking around, trying to find some sort of idea or lead if there was a source of murder. I'm.. getting uneasy vibes. I silently walked around, checking the time once in awhile from the necklace. It was not long until I found trails of red. Red blood. The smell was horrifying, and I felt like I was going to puke.

I eventually came across the body. David's. I gagged at the sight, blood. Blood everywhere on his face, I couldn't see his face. I took steps back, stumbling back at the sight of it. Who.. Who could've done this.. He did. Didn't he. That's why his clothes were stained and he was twitching. IT WAS HIS FAULT.. I had to go tell everyone, but I couldn't. By than, he had found me. "..So, you know the truth." I turned around, swiftly to find myself pinned against a tree. "W-What are you talking about? I- I don't know anything!" I responded, stuttering a little in surprise. "Oh, I know you do.. I suppose I'll have to make you shut up." I felt myself get pulled down, as he grabbed my leg and began to twist it. His grip was surprisingly strong as I began to try to kick him away. "W-What are you doing?! STOP THAT!" I cried out, just begging for him to stop. I closed my eyes, expecting the worse when a wave of pain hit me hard. I cried out, screaming. He snapped it, and I felt so powerless.

He quickly placed his finger over me, telling me to hush. As if that's going to work. I tried to crawl away, but it isn't exactly easy with only one leg. He instantly noticed this, and grabbed me by the head. "P-Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! L-Loser PLEASE." I pleaded, hoping he would just accept it. Please accept it. All I hoped was for survival, but he was merciless and only gave me a death stare as he began to bash my head against a nearby tree. I cried, all through it. Screaming, yelling, begging for someone to help me. My vision began to dim and become unclear. I could hardly see what's infront of me anymore. The only thing I could hear was laughter and the last words I would hear until all I felt was nothing.
"You were useless anyways."

Firey Jr's POV-

What the fuck..? I heard so much yelling and screaming for the last few minutes. Something's not right. Definitely not. Telling from everyone's faces, they knew. We all knew that something horrific had happened. I began to get up. "..Something's off. I'll go check out in the Fourest." This got everyone's attention as they all also got up and volunteered. I suppose the more the better chance I don't get murdered. We all began to go outside, searching the area. Blood was everywhere, and the thick smell was making it obvious that a murder happened. A trail, blood trail. I began to follow, taking lead because that's what I naturally do. I'm a leader, someone who supports everyone else.. Except those damn dirty murderers. Whoever done this must pay the price.

"Ooh! More blood.. Wonder if I-" Black Hole was irritated, raising his eyebrow. "..Taste blood? Gelatin. Stop that." He said, before we turned back to the 2 bodies that awaited us. Clock's and David's. Both of their heads were smothered with blood. So much.. damn blood. I'm sure it made everyone puke. Including myself. I didn't know what to say, and just stared at it. The blood. The bodies. Who.. did it. I stared at the bodies, noticing a strand of hair in the clutches of David's hand. A blonde hair strand. This is getting me some clues, and I continued to search the bodies and their belongings for any other clues. A journal. 2 Journals. I began to open and flip through each one's. One was David's.. The other was.. Donut? No, that's not right. I kept on flipping through those damn pages til I saw it. Perfect cursive handwriting that Spongy couldn't do. I knew who it was. I turned around to find him, the one the only. I stood up, hands turned into fists as I pointed directly at him. "Y-You did it.. DIDN'T YOU?!" I was afraid to speak, just begging this was a false claim and I could continue my search. But instead of denying, he just chuckled. He.. laughed. In all of our fucking faces. He liked this. He enjoyed our pain and suffering. HE LIED TO US. Fanny was right... I was getting angry, and ran at him. I WANTED TO GET RID OF THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. Even if it's THE LAST THING I DO. I tried to punch him, but like the perfect little shit he is. He dodged it all, and grabbed me by the collar of my sweater and threw me back against a tree. I couldn't make out much details but I think Four came, reviving Clock & David before he took Loser away.

That's when I passed out.

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