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They each stared at the television in unison, all of them sporting rather horrified and confused looks. Why would Slender kill a man who none of them knew? What was his purpose? That note clearly said more than what the police were going to let on, obviously. But, to find out, Ludwig and Arthur would have to go to the station. And, the problem with that is, the police probably think they may be suspects.
"What the fuck, dude...?" Alfred finally spoke up. The news went off and faded into a commercial.
Arthur sighed, burying his face in his hands as Ludwig sat in silence, staring at the screen in thought. Gilbert sat beside him, positively seething with anger. He wanted so badly to punch that no-faced asshole where the sun didn't shine!
Finally, Lovino trudged in, dropping his bag anywhere as he stared at everyone in the living. Not the most pleasant atmosphere to walk into. Everyone was clearly in distress.
"The hell's wrong with you bastards?" Lovino asked, raising an eyebrow.
Feliciano looked over at his brother, unsure of how to explain it. He couldn't just come out and tell him, Lovino would drag him back home kicking, screaming, and crying. Sadly, if you waited to long, Gilbert would eventually decide to take matters into his own hands. Like always.
"That Slenderwhatever just killed some poor fuck to call West and Artie out," he announced, arms crossed over his chest.
Lovino paused for a bit before directing a look towards Feliciano, "Yeah, we're going home! I've had enough, screw these bastards!"
"I'm not going, Lovi! I want to stay.."
"Why? You'll just end up emotionally scarred like the last fucking time!" he yelled out, balling his fists at his sides.
"Stop being unawesome and let him decide for himself..." Gilbert sighed out.
"As if you're one to talk! You've had that poor bastard locked up in his own house for almost as long as Feli! So don't lecture me about taking care of a sibling!" Lovino yelled out, glaring at the albino while pointing towards said blonde.
Gilbert stood up, kicking off the small coffee table his feet had been propped on not a minute before, "Don't yell at me, you fucking pussy! Raise your voice at me again and I'll personally see to it that you'll never speak again!"
"Gilbert, sit."
Said albino turned to yell at his brother but decided against it. Fighting clearly wasn't going to solve anything. Why did Lovino have to become involved anyway? What good would he be besides a distraction? Sighing, Gilbert sat back down, propping both feet up on the coffee table again. Ludwig shook his head before speaking up.
"Look, I understand you're mad, but yelling and fighting among ourselves won't work. You can be pissed at me and Arthur for as long as you want to, but if you want Feliciano safe, then shut up for once and help."
Lovino directed a glare at the man before crossing his arms and giving an almost inaudible 'tch'. Finally, the fighting would stop. If only for a little while. Ludwig sat back against the couch, looking around at everyone that sat in his living room. If him, Francis, Alfred, and a little help from Feliciano killed Slender the last time, surely they could again, right? But, how would that be done exactly? The last time they have to find the last note. But, now what? What was the hidden key to his demise this time? Obviously it wouldn't be notes, that would be way to easy.
"When are we going?"
Ludwig looked over at the Brit with a questioning look. "Go where?"
"The bloody police station. If we're going to figure this out, we need that letter."
True. Ludwig gave a short nod and stood up along side the other blonde. Arthur pulled Alfred to a standing position, obviously volunteering him to come. Gilbert, sighing, stood up as well.
"Guess I better go too, then," he groaned out, stretching, "Better than sitting here with the Pansy Twins."
"Bastard!"
Ludwig sat in the interrogation room with Arthur sitting beside him. Arthur kept his gaze down at the table, lost in thought. Neither of the two had said anything since their time of being here. The police had left them a few minutes ago to retrieve the note they had found. Ludwig had to play translator for both the police and Arthur, it was starting to become a pain. He was almost happy when they left.
So far, their story was this.
They didn't know who the man was and he didn't look familiar, as far as they could tell. Neither of the two had any clue why the note was addressed to them, but they would like to see it. They made sure the police understood that none of their friends knew the man either and that none of them had been in the woods at all recently.
The police gave up after Ludwig kept insisting the note be seen, so they went to fetch it a moment ago. Gilbert and Alfred sat outside in the lobby waiting for the two blondes. They too sat in silence.
"Dude, what if, like, they think they're lieing and lock them up?"
"What kind of crack pot reason could they think of to throw them in jail? That'd be really unawesome," Gilbert spat, arms crossed.
"I'm just saying. I mean, Artie can't really understand German. And police officer's can be such asshole when interrogating. I dunno, I'm just worried," The American sighed out.
Gilbert looked over at the boy finally before huffing, "I'm worried too. That's my brother in there, for God's sake. But, sitting out here pissing on yourself won't make anything any better. So, stop whining already, okay?"
Their eyes met as Alfred frowned towards the man sitting beside him. That's probably the best Gilbert could manage as reassurance, so Alfred sighed in response before looking over at the door Ludwig and Arthur had disappeared behind. Two officer's had walked out a few minutes ago and left the two blondes in there. That's what worried Alfred the most. Not knowing what was going on and being left in the dark sucked.
Said blonde had paced in front of the chairs they sat on about ten times. He was so bored and worried, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to walk into the room. See what the hell was going on. But he knew he'd be shoved out and made to wait again. So, he'd have to play this game of lesser knowledge untill someone finally let the two other blondes out of that "cage" they've got.
The door finally opened, Arthur and Ludwig looked up at the police officer who walked in. The man looked at Ludwig and handed him the note. Arthur watched cluelessly as the man pointed at the note and talked it over with Ludwig. Said blonde's blue eyes skimmed the paper as his face began to pale.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Arthur scooted closer to the man and looked at the note as well. His eyes widened a bit as he read over the words. Slender meant serious business this time...
Back at Ludwig's place, Feliciano paced rapidly in front of the television. Lovino sat on the couch attempting to watch said television as his brother paced back and forth in front of it. Getting angrier by the minute, Lovino shoved the coffee table into the other brunette's way, causing Feliciano's knees to hit it and face planet the wooden piece of furniture.
"Ve~...what was that for, Lovi?" Feliciano asked, looking up from his position.
"Stop walking in front of the damn TV for five minutes and maybe I wouldn't have done it."
"That's rather mean..." Francis said with a raised eyebrow. 'Mean, but funny.'
Lovino scoffed, rolling his eyes, "He'll live. He's survived everything else so far, apparently."
"But, aren't you worried? They're our friends!" exclaimed the other brother.
"Your friends. I'm not friends with those bastards."
"Lovi..show more compassion."
Francis had to snort at that. Why was he the one elected to babysit these two?
Lovino, glaring over at the blonde, snorted back, "Fuck you."
"That could be arranged."
"Like hell!"
And that was when Francis' face became very well acquainted with the remote to Ludwig's television. And it hurt. Damn, Lovino had a good arm for someone who ran away most the time! Feliciano watched from a safe distance, mouth covered. He knew it was going to happen, but it didn't cease to surprise him how hard Lovino had thrown it. Francis glared a bit at the man and scooted further down the couch. That was really uncalled for, and at such a time like this.
Finally, the front door opened and Feliciano and Francis perked up a bit, ready to hear the news. Ludwig and Arthur walked in first, still looking rather pale as Gilbert and Alfred followed behind. As Lovino went back to channel surfing like always, Francis decided he'd be the one to ask.
"So..?"
Mwahaha, cliffy! So soon, I know...I just had to!
Anyway, I hope everyone liked this new chapter, I worked hard on it. Trust me, Slender is coming. He's just hiding in the shadows. He just had to lure them into one spot before attempting anything ^_^!
Love, ShuChan