Dave parked his red truck in the apartment parking lot with a shaky hand. He swallowed hard and he hurriedly walked to the large red door that held the number 14 at the top. He looked down at his Hello Kitty lanyard and began to go through the keys, in search for the proper key to enter. He slid the key inside, turned it, and turned the knob.
He stepped inside to hear a small yipping of a dog and the yelling of Bro. Dave got down on the floor the moment a small black and white Pomsky ran over to him; the dog wore a brown shirt that held a cute pin which read: MAYOR.
"Hey, buddy! Who missed me? That's right! You did, huh? Who's the Mayor of Can Town?! That's right! It's you!" Dave laughed as his dog practically licked him up and down on the face while he barked happily at the thought that his precious master was home!
Dave rubbed the dog's head softly as he heard Bro behind him.
"I didn't think you'd be home, lil man. I thought you said you were staying at Egbert's," Bro commented cooly behind him.
"Uh, John was bein' gay," Dave replied petting the dog on the head with a nervous quirk on his lips.
"Bein' gay, huh? How so?" Bro asked as he took a seat on the couch with a bottle of orange soda.
The strawberry freckled boy felt his entire body freeze up with the thought of how John truly was being gay, and how gay he was being with John himself! Clearing his throat, he replied, "After the whole cyanide homecoming dance went down, we got ice cream and went to his house-"
"Cyanide poisoning? Dance? Lil man, why didn't you call me? You should have told me, but then again, I had an old friend of mine on Skype. I didn't hear about this, though. What the hell happened?" he asked.
"You would have heard about it if you weren't busy doing stupid pornos or being a camera guy for that other dude you skype all the damn time!" the younger blond said bitterly.
"We're not going to talk about my job right now, Mr. Manly Man. We're talking about this dance and John. Start talking," Bro demanded, taking a swig from the glass bottle.
Dave went through everything that had happened minus the finding of John's journal. He explained how John seemed in a hurry to leave and how the boy had cried, but in the end the only thing Bro could muster out was, "He was probably scared. Hell, I'd be scared too if I found out someone spiked the punch with Hydrogen Cyanide instead of booze. How lame is that anyway?"
Dave softly agreed to that. However, every time he attempted to tell Bro about the journal, something stopped him. He couldn't find his voice. It was as if something was holding his tongue back. Every chance of opening his mouth caused some form of anxiety rumble through him, and it made him realize that he needed one of his Xanax pills. He had the lowest dosage and he rarely took them. After all, his doctor had only prescribed them for when he thought he needed one.
He walked out of the living room and into the small hallway where the hard floor cut off and became carpet. He made his way to his room, passing Bro's room and the bathroom, and then he was in front of his door.
He froze up as his heart began to beat against his chest like a drum. What if he opened the door and he was instantly killed? What if John had decided to kill him now? Surely, John wouldn't, Dave thought.
He swallowed hard as he turned and pushed at the knob. He felt his pulse racing in his neck and in his chest. Sweet mercy, Dave thought.
He froze up the moment he felt something grab at his left leg, near his ankle. He let out a scream, jumped, and turned around to discover a black dog, wagging his tail with a happy bark.
"Fuck, Mayor," Dave said letting out a soft huff. He knelt down and rubbed the sweet dog's head. "You scared me, little guy. Come on."
The two went into the room, both sitting on the bed. The bed covers were no longer his card designed comforter, they were now a rich shade of black with intricate red swirls that formed into gear shapes.
He laid on his back to hear his phone going off in his pocket almost three times in a row. Each ping came faster than the previous ping. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it to see they were all from John.
EB: hey dave :B
EB: are you home?
EB: how's your dog?
Dave let out a soft noise and messaged him back while Mayor curled up around his hip.
John stared down at the journal while he bit at the head of the eraser. So many steps had to be added to it every time something happened. It wasn't even about Dave now. People were becoming a problem, John thought.
He flipped to step four and began to write in how Terezi was killed and now Vriska and Bro were listed. "All I need to do is just take kill everyone that gets in our way and we'll be happy," John mumbled with slight glee in his voice.
He kicked the covers off his feet, slid on a pair of shoes, and he tucked the journal in his messenger bag. He knew what he had to do now. He had to make a special trip to get this process to move faster. The faster this went; the faster happiness would be gifted.
He just had to get Vriska and Bro out of the way, but this time, he would have to space this out more evenly or people would point the fingers to John. The thoughts were cramming inside of his head so quickly that the only thing he could think of was who he could point the fingers at without being actually caught. He had watched enough documentaries, Saw films, and crime shows to know how to stay out of sight of the cops.
He exited the house, a bright smile on his innocent face.