Elmo Knows… Chapter 2
Written by: Kawaii-babi
Edited by: Big Bird
Disclaimer: Read the first chapter you lazy bums!
It had been a week since the day that Roger went to go give the present to his niece. Turns out his bloody calendar was off by a week so Nicole had to wait to open the present from 'Uncle Rogy'. Since then, Roger has been waking up with a new cut or scratch each morning. This morning, which happened to be Christmas day, Roger woke up to something even worse. He woke up, felt for any new scratches, and when he found none, he turned to get off the bed only to find…
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!" No, he wasn't screaming for his best friend to go see what it was. Next to his bed, he found the filmmaker hanging by his film by the throat, tied to the ceiling, with a piece of red fur caught in some of the tape. Mimi then burst into the loft to see what had happened, and then almost fainted when she saw Mark dangling there.
"Roger! What did you do?" Mimi asked, thinking that it was Roger who had killed Mark.
"Mimi, you've got to believe me. I didn't kill Mark. He was warning me that something like this would happen ever since… ever since…" He tried to finish his sentence but just couldn't.
"Come on Roger, you have to tell me. Ever since what?" Mimi asked. Roger then muttered something under his breath. "What was that?"
Roger then took a deep breath and said, "Ever since I bought that stuffed Elmo for my niece." Roger then broke down in tears and Mimi attempted to comfort him, but it didn't work. They then heard a knock at the door. They opened the door and low-and-behold, Collins and Angel (yes she's alive in my story) walked in, with 5 bottles of stoli.
"Merry Christmas bitches!" Collins yelled, then glanced at Roger and Mimi, who were crying the whole time. "Whoa, what's wrong people? Is Mark dead or something?" At that, Roger ran to the bathroom and Mimi slapped Collins across the face. "What did I do?" Collins asked, oblivious to the fact that Mark was indeed dead.
"I have no idea honey. Why don't we just go leave the stoli on Roger's bed so we don't do anything else to make him cry." Angel suggested. They walked into Roger's room, put the stoli on his bed, then went to walk away, but then Angel's eyes caught something dangling from the ceiling. "C-c-Collins, I th-th-th-think you were r-r-r-r-r-right when you suggested that M-m-m-mark was d-d-d-d-dead." Angel stuttered.
"What was that Ange?" Collins asked, totally freaked out.
"Honey, look up."
Dun dun dun! Bet you weren't expecting THAT were you? Sorry to kill off Mark. Please note this is a HORROR fic mostly, so I had to kill someone off. More to come soon. Btw, I need suggestions for freaky deaths, so please PM me.