Hours passed and the party still kept going. JD had a lot of energy still in him. However, he realized that one of his close friends have yet to show up to the party.
"Ugh, where's Connor?" he said, bummed out that his friend wasn't able to make it. He definitely wasn't at work, as Chester's pizza never delivered passed midnight.
He then decided to text the blonde pizza boy, wondering where he went.
'Connor, where the fuck are you? I'm having a Halloween banger and you're nowhere in sight. It's no party until the pizza man arrives.'
Justin walked outside, taking in the view of the street at night. However, as he was looking in the distance, he saw some people wearing Halloween masks standing on the opposite side of his driveway.
"What the hell?" he said, looking at the creepy strangers wearing latex masks. One was wearing a white rabbit mask, another wore a pig mask, and there was also one wearing a squirrel mask.
Those are some scary looking trick-or-treaters. One of them looks like a squirrel boy...
Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He received a text message from Connor.
'Meet me in the graveyard. Me and the girl wanna show you something :)'
"In the graveyard?" he said. "Heh, it was probably Gina's idea. Well, I have enough energy to go there, so I may as well see what's up."
So, the 23 year old wearing a black and purple suit made his way towards the graveyard, wondering how much fun his sexually ambiguous friend was having, or if this was a serious matter. It sure beat dancing to the same six songs all night.
"Connor? You here?" JD said, wondering where his friend was. The moment he had stepped foot into the graveyard, something felt off. It was quiet, TOO quiet.
He looked at several gravestones, seeing some familiar names that started to ring some bells.
"Jasper Farrington? Pauline Farrington? Wait..." he said. He turned around, being hit in the head with a shovel. Everything suddenly faded to black...
"Ugh.. Shit." he said, awakening after being unconscious. JD then noticed that he was strapped to a chair. Ugh, I'm not into bondage anymore. This isn't even a turn-on, damn it.
Suddenly, he saw some familiar, recurring faces. The same faces he had seen that day in the forest.
"Percy..." he said, starting to get tired of the short, deranged man dressed like a tyrant pursuing him.
"EMPEROR!" he shouted, still putting on that 'Emperor Percy Dread' schtick.
"Whatever, King Crybaby." he said, insulting him.
One of the Krimson Kings then put a knife to his neck, threatening to slit his throat.
"Let's see if you bleed, purple." he said.
"Uh... Y-You don't have to do that."
The gang member looked at him in a baffled way. "Why the fuck not? You've been causing Percy a heap of trouble, you got Harris shot, and worst of all: you KILLED Lloyd."
"I... I didn't kill Lloyd." he said.
"Oh really? So who did it then? Was it that poltergeist we saw?"
He shook his head. "No, it's something worse than that. You don't wanna know."
The gang member then lowered the knife, not sure what he was saying.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat right fucking now."
JD smirked at him. "If you kill me, the fuck fairy's gonna get you."
They all looked at each other, wondering what kind of babble he was on about.
"The fuck fairy?" Percy asked, wondering what he meant.
"Yeah." he said. "The fuck fairy. If you kill me, Ms. Kill-U's gonna fuck your brains out."
At this point, he was just speaking nonsense to them. Percy figured it was time to shut him up once and for all.
"Listen, you two-faced moron. I don't know what kind of drugs you're doing, but this fuck fairy thing is just stupid."
"Heh, yeah. That's what the cocaine does to people. You probably don't want any after-"
"Shut up." the emperor said, now getting annoyed by his constant rambling.
"Justin Dark, after everything I went through after my parents died, it's time for you to suffer the consequences. You see this hole right here?"
Justin glanced over at hole near him, which was accompanied by a gravestone reading 'P. O'schit'. In that moment, he knew what was happening: He was going to be buried alive.
"Fuck!" he shouted.
Percy grinned at him, getting exactly what he wanted: A reaction.
"Heh, it's all been set up just for you. You're gonna be buried. Unlike Jesus Christ, you won't be dying for our sins, you'll just be dying! Hahahaha!"
It was pretty obvious that Percy Dread had completely lost his mind. The fact that he ran around wearing a king's outfit, combined with his ignorance and giving Justin the unneeded blame for his parents dying, it was obvious that the once naïve yet funny boy he once knew was now an insane individual. And they thought I was the crazy one.
"Percy, don't do this." he said, begging for mercy.
"I'm sorry, I don't know a Percy." he said, now taunting him.
Justin didn't want to call him Emperor, as he was far from a leader, let alone a king.
"Hey, you wanna know something funny?" the emperor said.
"Not really."
"Stefano Swire? Yeah, I know that guy. We text all of the time."
JD's eyes widened.
"W-What?"
Percy nodded, all with a devious smile on his face.
"YEP! Not only that: I'm thinking about getting him a flight from Indigopolis to Commotion City. I know you and him are great friends. so I figured I'd let him hang out with you face-to-face."
"N-No." he said, getting anxious. "He's not my friend. He never was!"
The emperor smirked at him. "Oh really? Gee, I sure hope he doesn't hear that. It would be a real shame if such a loyal Waffleslam viewer like you would betray his childhood hero."
This is psychological torture!
"Connor! Connor! Where the fuck are you?" he shouted, struggling and wondering where his friend was at during all of this.
"Connor can't save you now. Not after he had his phone stolen!"
The greasy-looking King's member then held up a device. Justin knew on impact that they had jacked Connor's phone and texted him to come to the graveyard, making him think that it was his best friend. Really, it was an ambush.
"You took Connor's phone? You assholes!"
They all just laughed at him, knowing he was getting very angry. It was very amusing to them.
"Hey, speaking of holes: Looks like it's deep enough."
Percy then began to push him into the hole, ready to bury him alive. This is it... This is how I'm gonna die. Goodbye, cruel world.
As he was being put in the hole, his eyes completely closed and accepting his fate, there was the sudden sound of gunshots.
"Agh!" Harris shouted, now being shot twice and falling on the ground.
"Harris!" the greasy one shouted. Suddenly, he was shot in his kneecaps, also falling to the ground next to his partner.
"Lackeys, RETREAT!" Percy shouted, now fleeing with the now remaining three Krimson Kings members.
Suddenly, the blonde pizza boy showed up to save the day.
"Connor?" JD said, surprised yet thankful that he showed up at the last minute.
The pizza boy looked at the greasy member, who was now on the ground, struggling to move.
"Y-You f-fucking asshole." T said, unable to get up.
He grabbed his phone from the gang member. "I'll be taking that."
Connor untied Justin, realizing that these guys weren't playing around.
"Jeez, that was close. Thanks."
He nodded. "Don't mention it. Love the costume by the way."
"Y-Yeah." he exclaimed, almost forgetting he was wearing it. "What happened?"
The pizza boy frowned. "That dumb punk Percy jacked my phone while I was leaving the club. I been chasing them down for hours. I ain't gonna let some lunatic wearing a cheap-ass king outfit steal my phone from me. I got business shit on there."
He nodded, still grateful that his friend managed to save him, as being buried alive wasn't an ideal way of dying.
They then looked at the gang member. Harris was already dead at this point. Trevor, on the other hand, was still alive.
"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here? We've got ourselves a greasy little rat." the pizza boy said, pointing his pistol at him.
"G-Go ahead and kill me. You already killed Harris. You may as well finish me off while you're at it."
"I dunno. You want me to bust a cap in him, JD?" the blonde pizza boy asked, giving him the choice to decide the greasy gangbanger's fate.
He shook his head, telling him to back away. This was a chance to do some interrogating to find out what Percy's plan was.
"So, what's Percy Farrington planning?"
Trevor coughed up some blood, still hurt from being shot in the kneecaps.
"The emperor's plan is to invite the Swire Brothers down here to mess with you. He's also talking to some guy named Dwayne. You're about to get doxed, buddy."
Hearing those words sparked some fear in him. It was one thing that Stefano was sending people to harass him online, but actually giving him the chance to stalk him in the comfort of his own home, even endangering his family and friends, was incomprehensible. And the fact that Percy knew where he lived would make it much easier to get doxed.
"W-Why is he doing this?"
The greasy guy chuckled. "Because you're a little shit. Surprised you didn't die in Greenseed, you fucking reject."
JD then blacked out, grabbing the shovel and beating Trevor's body in a brutal fashion, all while seeing flashes of red through his eyelids. Connor sat there and watched, caught completely by surprise at how gruesome this execution was.
"Yo, what the fuck?" the pizza boy said, feeling a bit uneasy having to witness this.
Justin then threw the shovel down, not saying a word. His pupils were now completely black. There was obviously something triggered within him, causing him to have a mental breakdown.
"You uh... Just chill out for a minute." the pizza boy said, grabbing his phone out, presumably about to call the police.
However, upon looking at the notifications, mostly from his girlfriend, he then realized that Trevor had sent Gina some vulgar messages while he had stolen his phone.
"Oh no he didn't..." Connor said, now enraged at what Percy was pulling.
Justin stood there, still feeling the aftershock of beating the gang member with a shovel.
The pizza boy looked at him, now glad that he had beaten Trevor to a pulp. Punk-ass bastard deserved it.
"JD, imma take care of this punk, okay? Ain't nobody sends shit like that to my girl. Now imma have to explain shit to her. Fucking Percy, man!"
Connor never usually got this angry, but seeing the inappropriate messages Trevor, or Percy, had sent while they had his phone, lit something in him. If these motherfuckers want war, then bring it on! Giorgio ain't gonna like this. That's disrespectful as Hell, dude!
J slowly nodded, still a bit unresponsive.
"Stay safe, bro. I think you should go home and get some sleep. I'll call you, okay?"
They departed, heading back to his house. The Halloween party was most definitely over by now. Even though there was a good amount of spooks tonight, it wasn't in the festive way that he usually expected. It was more like a horror movie, one which the mentally unstable man snaps and commits a brutal act of murder.
Connor buried both Harris and Trevor's bodies in the hole. He now had a personal vendetta against this supposed 'emperor', who was really a wacko causing problems for him and his associates. Now, he had to explain to Gina about why she received those sudden nasty text messages. This was getting very out of hand.