Dallon furrowed his eyebrows at Ryan. "What?" He asked. "We should breathe" Ryan repeated. "If you haven't noticed, were not breathing. Don't ask, I don't know how" Dallon experimentally took an inhale. As soon as he did though, he backed away, rubbing his temples.
"What the..?" Ryan nodded. "You're going to be dizzy. But I was right. So if we just breath enough, they can get in with us" he explained. "Why can't we go out?" "Because, I'm pretty sure by now either one of us has been proved dead or missing, and if there was a bunch of blood in the house, there'd definitely be some case going on. Plus, it's peaceful here, and we're basically immortal till we leave the field"
"Alright" Dallon said. "I'm not sure how long we should hold our breath but we'll just have to see. We'll breath on the count of three" Ryan directed.
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
Word count-154
These chapters get shittier by the second
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Fanfiction꧁꧂ They died, Right? No one was left to keep the house standing. Right? They're all gone and enjoying afterlife. Right? ꧁꧂ TW: Death, gore, insanity, guns, knifes, blood, a little bit of smut, suicide
