CHAPTER 4:
The house was a complete mess.
Tables and chairs were thrown around or destroyed, furniture was smashed, clothing was torn!
Needless to say, Arnold wasn't in the best situation at the moment
And he had tried. He's tried to make peace, he's tried to make order. But nothing seemed to work at all! It was free for all in here!
Arnold gasped, "W-wait Curly, n-not the plates! Oh jeez." he was overwhelmed by the amount of chaos going on, he sighed and sat down. However, his depression was noticed by his fellow classmate.
Lila looked at Arnold with a clear frown on her face, "Arnold?" she asked, making him look in her direction, "Are you ever so fine? You seem stressed. Is it the party?" Arnold frowned at her words. He gestured to her to go upstairs to talk, and she nodded.
Once upstairs in his room, he groaned and laid on his bed. Lila looked at him sympathetically, "Arnold, what's ever so wrong? You wanted this party, I thought you'd like it ever so much!" she said, making Arnold groan even louder.
"That's the thing, Lila. I DIDN'T want this party! Everyone just forced themselves on me and barged in! And for what?! Now I'm gonna get grounded, and I'm gonna be kille-"
"ARNOLD!"
That yell caught him completely off guard. He turned to Lila, "Don't say that ever again, Arnold Phillip Shortman! That's a terrible attitude to have!" she said, making him feel ashamed of himself.
"Y-yeah, I'm sorry, Lila. I guess I got a bit carried away there. I'm just scared, y'know?"
Lila smiled, "I totally understand, Arnold. How about a hug?"
Arnold smiled, hugs usually always made him feel better!
They went in and gave eachother a close, affectionate hug. However, from Arnold's view he saw his closet door open and the man appeared! Arnold gasped, "L-lila, look out!"
Lila raised an eyebrow and looked behind. The killer grabbed her and stabbed her 3 times, drawing a lot of blood. Tears began to swell in Arnold's eyes as he tried reaching out for Lila, she tried the same before falling down. She was dead.
Arnold looked up to see the killer try to stab him, but he jumped out of the way. Looking for literally anything to help him escape, he saw the window. Arnold stood infront of the window, baiting the killer.
It worked, the killer ran and swung his knife on the window, breaking it. Arnold dodged it just in time before shoving the killer and slowly getting out of his house through the window. But the killer grabbed his leg!
Gasping, Arnold tried budging but it did nothing. The killer stabbed his leg, causing Arnold to screech. Out of instinct, he kicked the killer in the face before climbing to the roof.
However, he knew it would only be time before the killer reached the roof as well, so he couldn't stay there for long.
Meanwhile, in the house, Harold was screaming, "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Sid snickered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
Harold growled, "OOOOOH, NOOOOO?! LOOK AT MY FREAKING EYEBROW!" Harold had a valid reason to be angry, as while he was sleeping, Sid shaved off his eyebrow! Most people had been gone by this point, so nobody was there to hear anyone scream.
Needless to say, they were all sitting ducks.
"I-it was an accident, honest!"
"J-JUST FIX IT, ALRIGHT?!"
Sid sighed, what could he do? He looked everywhere for something but found nothing, "Wait," he said, "I'll look for something in the basement."
Sid ran down to Arnold's basement, looking for a marker. He looked, and looked, and looked, until gasping at a sight, "W-WHAT THE?!"
He couldn't see it for long however, as a knife came through his insides from behind, killing him instantly.
While this happened, Arnold had been waiting for minutes for the killer to reach the top! By now he had formulated a plan to sucker punch the killer, but it had been almost an hour without anyone even attempting to come upstairs! Frowning, Arnold then heard a siren. Was that a cop?!
He sighed, this might be a response to the bait, but he began to climb down. His leg still hurt so his attempt could've gone better, he lost balance and fell to the ground, spraining his ankle. Groaning, he yelled to the cop, trying to grab his attention!
"HEY! HEY!" Arnold yelled, but it wasn't until he reached the car and banged on the door when the cop finally got his attention, "Hey kid, what's up?" the cop asked, making Arnold panic and enter the car, looking around everywhere like a madman.
"H-h-hey kid, what're ya doin?!"
"Sir, the killer's in the house!"
The cop went blue, "H-he is?!"
"Yes!"
"Well, don't worry! We've got a camera set up in the house just incase this exact incident would occur!" he said as he turned on the camera, revealing Harold, now with drawn on eyebrows due to the marker Stinky gave him, watching TV on Arnold's couch.
"COME OOOOOOON, THE KILLER'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" he yelled to the TV, while the actual killer appeared right behind him. Arnold and the cop gasped, "KID!" "HAROLD!"
Harold groaned at the TV as the killer clenched his knife, "BEHIND YOUUUUUUUUU! STUPID GIRL!" he said before chuckling, "Girls are so stupid!"
The killer never ended up acting though, as he looked directly behind him to the sound of a THUD. The cop bolted out of the car, but the house door was open! The cop groaned, "There's a stupid 30 second delay!" he said looking back at the camera. However, when he looked back at the house, he was met with the killer sticking his blade into the cop's throat before the cop had any chance of reacting. Before collapsing, the cop gestured for Arnold to lock the door, which he nodded to. Arnold slammed all the doors shut, making the killer agitated when he failed to open it.
However, it wasn't that cut and dry. The killer looked directly at Arnold and opened his hand, revealing a key. Arnold gulped in response as the killer opened each door, making Arnold attempt to lock them all. He failed and the killer entered, making Arnold scream out for help.
Arnold surprisingly won the wrestling match between the two, 'Is this a kid?' he thought, taking his small advantage to grab the cop's gun and bolt into the house.
"ARNOOOOOOOOOLD!"
Arnold looked immediately behind him to see Gerald limping, it looks like he had been stabbed as well, "ARNOLD WE'VE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE, NOW!" he called out, but Arnold couldn't trust him. Arnold pointed his gun at Gerald, "STOP RIGHT THERE!" he demanded, making Gerald stop and keep his arms up, "WAIT, DON'T SHOOT! I FOUND SID, HE'S DEAD! I THINK HAROLD DID I-"
"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, AWWWNOOOLD!"
Arnold turned to his right to see that Harold appeared directly behind Gerald, "STAY BACK!" he yelled.
"Harold did it!"
"He killed Sid he shot my fwien-"
"You did it!"
"He killed my fwiend!"
"NO I DIDN-" Gerald yelled before Harold shoved him away, "YOU LIE!"
Harold turned to Arnold, practically begging him, "ARNOLD PWEAAASE GIMME THAT GUN, GIMME DAT GUN!"
"NO ARNOLD WAIT, HE DID IT!"
"HE DID IT, ARNOLD!" they both yelled, pointing eachother. Arnold shook his head and ran into the door, slamming it on both of their faces. They kept hitting the door and then what Arnold's believed to be eachother. Arnold cried.
"A-arnold!"
However, he wasn't alone. He looked up to see a bloody Lila, who fell down the stairs trying to reach him, "Lila! A-are you alright?! You're bleeding!" he asked frantically, making Lila shush him, attempting to calm him down, "Yes, I'm fine. Now give me the gun."
Arnold smiled and gave it to her, glad that she was alright. Lila opened the door lightly to reveal that Gerald had indeed won the fight between him and Harold, revealing an unconscious Harold behind him. Gerald barged in, scaring both Arnold and Lila.
"Harold's flipped out, he's gone mad!"
Lila turned to him slowly, grinning like a maniac, "We all go a little mad sometimes." she said lowly, raising the gun and pointing it at Gerald.
"No, wait, Lila-"
"Oh fuc-"
BOOM!
"AAAAAAAH!" Gerald yelled before, groaning in pain and going unconscious. Arnold ran to help his friend, but then frighteningly turned to Lila, who was licking the 'blood' on her body.
"Mmm, ketchup! My favourite thing to eat with my fries, what about you?"
Arnold shook his head in fear as he tried running to the kitchen to escape, but bumped into a seemingly distraught Stinky infront of him, "Help, Stinky, pleas-" Arnold begged, but looked up to see that Stinky's distraught face had left him, and it was replaced with not only a grin, but with a voice changer in his hand.
Stinky looked down with his voice changer turned on, "Surprise, Arnold."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow, what a twist!
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!