EXIT of HELL | BFB Fanfic [DISCONTINUED]

-Crime Scene-

Narrator's POV-

Everyone woke up.
Firey Jr was missing.

"God damnit! Why is he missing?!" Liy said, jolting up from her desk and examining the room. He had to go somewhere, the front door where the Fourest led to was closed. The backdoor, wasn't. "W-Where do you think... They went?" Pencil said, still anxious over the incident the last few so-called weeks.
"It's clear they went to that door." Black Hole commented, facing his body towards the backdoor. Everyone did the same, staring at the door with what seema to have an endless void. Liy and David exchanged glances, and knew what happened.

'Should we tell them?' Liy mouthed, David shook his head. He was far too nervous, and just stared at the door as Pencil got up. "I-I'll go check it out... Anyone else wants to?" Everyone mumbled to themselves until a boy in particular shot up their hand. "I will." He stated, as everyone faced him. Blocky had his hand up, standing by his chair as he walked over to Pencil and grabbed her hand. "Let's go." He stated before entering the darkness, turning into nothing as they walked into the room.

The classroom was silent, they were all nervous to hear news. Any news of them. They decided to continue their worksheets, thinking it would be nothing. That was until a few minutes later they heard a scream, two screams. They recognized it, Pencil's and Blocky's. Liy shot up, "I'll go see what happened. Don't worry about me!" She shouted as she darted into the darkness of the hallways.

Liy's POV-

I ran. Something wasn't right. What I did see was Pencil outside of the detention room, shaking in fear. "T-THOSE SICKOS KILLED HIM!" She shouted, crying. "W-What..?" I choked, deciding to peek in the room to find Loser over a body.
Blocky's dead body.
I examined the body, various stabs in his stomach and chest. Blood was everywhere and his head was dripping blood, his already red hair stained with even darker red hair. I gagged. The blood was too strong, and I quickly backed away to breathe. "What.. the.. fuck." I kept on trying to breathe. What the fuck did he even do...? I quickly scampered away, back to the classroom. Four's surely coming back. Right? Hopefully? For sure? I began to dougt myself as I rested my head on my desk, crying.

I can't handle this anymore.
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Loser needs to be grounded asmr