-Author's Note-
Hi. I'm new here, so if my stories suck, you know why. PM me for ideas, Favorite if you like it, and I hope you enjoy the story. c;
-Real Story-
It was a normal day with Ian and Anthony, both single at the time, making Smosh videos, stuff like that. They were uploading a new video and editing it, when Anthony came and scared the crap out of Ian...
"D-Dude! What the hell!?" Anthony just laughed.
"Man, you SO easy to scare!"
"I was editing the video...of corse it would've been easy!"
"Which video were you editing?"
"Smosh Babies 10. Duh."
"Riiiiight."
"So, did you want something, or did you just come here to scare me like one of your French Girls?" Ian joked. Anthony just grinned.
"Yeah, I need you to do something for me."
"...No."
"You don't even have to get up!"
"...No."
"Oh come on dude, please?"
"...No."
"All you have to do is edit a little bit more of the video."
"Fine. What do you want to edit?" Anthony hesitated, but continued.
"Can you make Hector, well..."
"'Can I make Hector...' what?"
"...Call himself gay?.."
"Why the fuck would I do that..."
"I think it'd be hilarious."
"..."
"Pleeeeeease?"
"Son of a bitch.." Ian sighed. "Fine."
"Thanks, man."
"Yeah, whatever..."
Anthony walked out, but threw one of his socks at Ian. He tried to thow it back, but it didn't go far. Anthony didn't see it come back and giggled.
"You suck at throwing."
"Shut up. You already knew that." Anthony walked back inside the edit room.
"I know."
"Hey, atleast I'm better at Pokemon than you."
"Oh, shush."
"It's true." Anthony just gave with the middle finger and walked out.
-About two hours later...-
Ian came back into the living room, seeing his roomate watching 'The Little Mermaid.'
"I'm done with the editing and it's on YouTube now."
"Cool." Anthony would usually ask to see it after it was uploaded, and this caught Ian's attention.
"...You don't want to see it?"
"Maybe later."
"Is something wronge, dude?" Anthony looked up at him, seeing his blue eyes filled with worry.
"I'm fine, I just wanna watch this movie."
"You've watched it, like, a hundred times..."
"And I forget the story plot, okay?!" Ian just backed up.
"Okay, okay, sorry man...Jesus..." Their eyes caught with each other's.
"Look, I'm sorry. It's just, this is, like, my favorite movie, and when I forget stuff, I get mad. It has nothing to do with you, alright?" Ian just looked at him, still worried. He just sighed.
"If you're worried about me, don't be. I'm fine. I'm not hurt, I'm not depressed, I'm not mad, I am fine." I an looked out the window and his eyes widened.
"OH SHIT! G-GET DOWN!"
"Wha-" before he could question, Ian pushed Anthony off the couch, and a bullet hit where Anthony's head was before.
"What...The...Frick..."
"Dude, that shit's fucked up."
'To many cuss words in that sentence, I think...' Anthony thought.
"Ok, I know you couldn't have seen that out from the window. How did you know that was coming?"
"Well, I spaced out, and I just saw a guy with a gun across the street, so I saved your ass."
"That's weird..."
"What's weird?"
"Nothing...Just..." Anthony's voice trailed off and Ian looked out the window for a little.
"Holy FRICK!?"
"What now!?"
"That guy just fuckin' killed hisself!"
"1. It's 'Himself'. are you talking about?"
"LOOK OUT OF THAT WINDER!"
"1. It's...Nevermind." Anthony looked out the window and saw nothing.
"No one's there..."
"HE' . !" Ian moved Anthony's head in the direction of where the dead guy is, and doesn't see anything.
"Dude, I think you're going crazy. No one's the-"
"Don't. Call me. Crazy." Ian grabbed Anthony by the collar of his shirt and tugged it closer to him. Anthony pulled Ian off of him.
"Dude, calm down. You're just seeing things."
"How did I see things if I just SAVED YOUR LIFE!?"
"Ok, you got me there, but no one's there! How do you explain that?"
"He-" Ian just stops moving completely and is looking behind Anthony.
"Ian? You alright, man?" Anthony moves his hand in front of his eyes and no movement.
"Ian?...IAN?...IAN!" He blinked as his best friend doesn't move a muscle. He thought of only one thing he could do. Anthony smacked Ian across the face,hard. (And I mean HARD.)
"Snap out of it, dude!" Ian's eyes just twitched and he blinks quickly and gasps for air. Anthony relized Ian wasn't even breathing.
"You okay, dude? What the hell happened to you!? What the fuck is that!?" Ian rubs the side of his face and there's blood on his hands.
"Oh...My...God...It-It happened! It actually happened!"
"What? What happened!?"
"Anthony...I literally killed a guy."
"Uh, no you didn't. You were here the whole time."
"No, Anthony. I was out There, dodging bullets like crazy. I guess about...Three bullet crossed my face, but I don't know what, but I came up, wasn't thinking straight, and slit the guy's throat."
"Dude. You couldn't have done that. You were right here the whole time, and I was yelling your name, trying to snap you back to reality."
"NO, ANTHONY. I was OUTSIDE. I slit a guy's throat! And you know what?...It felt kind of good..." Anthony slapped Ian across the face again.
"Get a hold of yourself, man!" Ian put his hand on his forehead.
"Y-Yeah, you're right. I'm not a killer, that's crazy. The scratches are...I bet they're not even there." Ian lied. He knew they were there, and he knew what happened. He truly did kill a guy.
"Yeah, dude. This couldn't be real." Although Anthony knew Ian was hiding something. He wasn't a good lier, anyway.
"I'm really tired, man. I'm going to sleep."
"Me too. Goodnight, Ian." Anthony said between his yawn. So the both of them went to sleep, but Ian had other plans. Since Anthony wasn't that tired -Anthony is a really good lier-, he went ahead and spied on Ian, and since the walls were thin as paper, he could just listen in.
"All you have to do is kill Anthony, then no one will be able to stop you..."
"I don't want to kill him. He's my best friend! He wouldn't do this to me."
"Either you kill him or I make you kill him." Anthony was paralized. He didn't know what the hell was going on in there.
"You can't make me kill him."
"Oh, but I can...Just hold still, you're already tied up..."
"What do you think you're doing?.." Anthony jumped when he heared his friend grunting, and he knew he was in trouble. But if he went in there now, who knows what could happen? No matter how much he wanted to go in there, he stayed put.
"Oh, you can stop resisting. There's no way you can pull this off for much longer."
"I...Gah...I don't care! I...I won't kill Anthony...!" Anthony's eyes were tearing up.
'I can't believe how much Ian's trying not to kill me...But I can't move or who knows what'll happen...I'm such a bad friend...'
Ian let out a loud yelp as Anthony heared a loud "SMACK!" He thinks it's a whip or something.
"Now, go kill him!"
"Ngh...Never!"
"How many times do i have to do this?"
"SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!"
"BALLS!"
"...Just go kill him."
"Yes...M'am...Ngh...N-No!" Anthony knew he had to do something, so he barged into the room.
"Aaaaaaand, look what the cat dragged in."
"A-Anthony!" He saw Ian tied down with quite a few bleeding slashes all over his torn clothing.
"Ian..." He shook his head. "What the hell's going on!?"
"This girl's using some kind of mist, trying to control me or something...Either way, she wants me to kill you!"
"I...I know you're trying to kill me, but I know you'd never do that, right?"
"I'm having issues, but I'm staying strong!" The girl slashed Ian across the forehead, making him wince. The mist was a deep red, and crossing all over Ian's body. (That's what she said. Sorry, I had to. ^^;)
"Ngh..."
"Ian, I know you won't kill me..."
"I won't let myself!"
"But I will make yourself."
"Dream on!"
"You seem to not be fased by this mist. TIme to boost it up a notch."
"Wait, you can do that!?"
"Aw, crap baskets...Dude, if this keeps up, I...I'm scared I can't control myself. If I can't...I want you to kill me." Ian was being dead serious.
"W-What!? No way!"
"It's either me or you, and I won't forgive myself if I kill you."
"Well, me neither!"
"Dude, you made Smosh. You can continue Smosh." Anthony sunk to his knees. He knew he would have to kill Ian if he couldn't do this.
"Then there's only on option. Ian! You have to do this!"
"There's no telling if I ca-"
"There is no 'can!' All there is...is a 'Will!'"
"I'll do whatever I can...But I'm tired...and weak...From the whip..."
"Ian. We both know THAT won't be a problem."
"...True." Ian gave the slightest smile before 'She' stepped in.
"Will you two just shut up!?" Anthony gasped. He knew that voice. That was...Kelel!
"K-Kelel!? What the fuck!?"
"Hiya, Anthony."
"Why are you doing this?!"
"I'm want YOU dead, so me and Ian here can become one." She kissed Ian and the lips and he struggled to get away from her.
"G-Get off me, you crazy bitch!" She stared at him angrily and turned to mist up a lot. Ian clentched his fists.
"Ngh...!" .PISSED.
"You little slut!" He ran torwards her and was bounced back by what looked like nothing.
"You aren't getting a little finger on us. This force feild will keep you from that."
"ANTHONY!" His eyes darted toward Ian. He gasped at what he saw. Ian's eyes were red and the ropes broke off.
"Ian!?"
"I don't know! I feel like it isn't here, and now...I feel...I feel...Like Slitting you throat." The force feild fell off of Ian, but not Kelel's.
"I-Ian!"
"Just hold still. You won't feel a thing..."
"Ian...Please...Don't do this...I'm your best friend, remember?" He shivered. Ian just looked at him.
"I...I envy you, I truly do."
"W-What?"
"I envy your neck...It's so soft looking. So easy to...Cut with a knife..." Tears were falling off of Anthony's face, but he started singing with a very shakey voice.
"'Cause he's t-the L to the I t-to the N to t-the...t-the...-"
"...To the K." Anthony looked up and saw Ian was backing away from him.
"Heh, heh...You almost had me, Kelel. But that wasn't good enough."
"I...Ian!" Anthony ran to him and hugged Ian, shivering.
"It's okay, Anthony. I told you, I won't forgive myself if I killed you."
"H-hey, Kelel...Is that the strongest your mist is?.."
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
"I'd say 'Yes.'" Anthony snickered.
"I'll get stronger mist. MUCH stronger mist! Then, Ian will kill Anthony!"
"WILL YOU JUST GET THE FUCK OUT YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKING CUNT!?"
"...Daaaaamn, Ian..."
"What? I hate the bitch!" And she was gone in a flash. Ian fell to his knees wincing.
"You alright, man?"
"It's...It's just the wounds...Rgh.."
"If you need a hospital, I can take you..."
"No! I-I mean...I'll be fine."
"Then get up and walk." Ian got up and staggered. "Going down..." And he fell to his knees again.
"You need a hospital."
"No I don't..."
"Dude, you can't even stand up straight!"
"It's just me trying to get attention?" Anthony insisted on going to the hospital, and Ian wouldn't budge. Anthony just got mad again.
"Fine! Get infected!" and stormed out of the room. Anthony knew well and just went into his room to check if Ian was going to be okay. He heared him try and get up, and Ian walked to the door, and the pain was too strong, and he was bleeding...a lot. He was pale as a ghost.
"Ngh...Gonna...Black out..." and just like he said, he blacked out, a pool of blood around him quicker than Anthony could even get to him.
-END OF CHAPTER 1-
WOW, THAT WAS LONG. But, I had to make this end sometime, but I put an entire chapter in here, and I'm not sure ALL my stories/ Chapters will be THIS long. I will have many stories with about 5-10 Chapters each. But this is FanFiction 1. Chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it all! c:
