Sorry for the small hiatus! 3
When the two had arrived at John's house, it looked abandoned today even though Mr. Egbert's car resided in the parking space. Mayor whined and tried to pull away when Dave walked up to the door. He looked down at his puppy and said, "Don't worry. We're just going to see if John's home."
The blond knocked once then twice, but no answer. He pursed his lips together then he turned to leave when the sound of a glass breaking reverberated in the blond's ears. The noise caused the smaller dog to begin barking at the direction. It was towards the back of the house.
This is how all horror movies started, Dave thought to himself.
He tapped on the flashlight app on his phone, walking towards the sound. He quietly told himself to not say a word, but he heard the stereotypical question escaping his lips, "Who's there?"
"John!" came the scream from the older blond as a knife sailed into the air towards his neck.
Bro had no clue how John had sneaked into his house without him noticing. The Strider had been preparing himself a snack, nachos, when he heard something from behind him. He turned around to see that the TV had been turned to a horror channel. How odd.
He walked into the living room with the bowl in his hand, asking, "Dave? I thought you were taking Mayor on a walk. Where are you, lil dude?"
The pain started in his lower back which made him turn around to scream out the smaller boy's name. John held up the knife with a twinkle in his innocent blue eyes.
"Hello, Bro," the boy said darkly. He tapped the dull side of the knife against his cheek with a sense of glory. He grinned wickedly. "How does that wound feel? I'm sure it hurts. Let me help you!"
Bro dropped the bowl of nachos and went for John's wrists, but the smaller boy was much faster than him! He did all he could do, scream. "Let go-"
The knife slashed the males throat with ease. "Oops," John said nonchalantly.
The raven smiled sweetly as he dropped the knife on the ground. "Oh, no. What will Davey say? Poor thing will be all alone…I better clean this up before he comes home. It's only a matter of time, pathetic Strider," he said tsking away.
John locked the door, ran to the bathroom, and returned with bleach and other cleaning supplies. He cleaned away all the blood he could and sprayed the house down with cinnamon apple after stuffing the Strider's body in a trash bag.
Dave looked around the backyard as he scanned the light up and around. He stopped when the light of his phone went through the kitchen window. He slowly walked over and saw that one of Mr. Egbert's favorite aprons were on the floor. What?
He softly shushed Mayor as they walked up onto the back patio to discover that a stray kitten had knocked over a plant, breaking the bowl. The blond released a relieved sigh then his eyes caught the back door. The door was partially open. Whoever had been the last to leave or enter hadn't shut the door completely. His brows furrowed as he went inside, softly speaking into the frigid kitchen. "Mr. Egbert? John? Your back door was open."
He shut the door carefully, ready to flick a light on when he felt as though he was in danger… Something inside of him told the boy to hide and to leave the house altogether, but he told himself a few more minutes.
He quickly made his way into the hallway that connected to the kitchen and went towards the door at the end of the hall. The only light on in the house that remained on was the one that belonged to hallway closet. Why would that one be on?
The thrumming of his heart beat in his chest as he made his way to the door; Mayor let out a small whine as they approached the door. "Mayor, we have to see," he told the dog quietly.
Opening the door was one of the worst decisions of his entire life. The closet door creaked to life as it was swung open to release a foul odor. Not to mention the sight. The sight took Dave aback and made him fall to his knees. He threw up once on the floor then a second time. He looked up at the inside with watering ruby eyes to see the heads of Karkat, Terezi, Vriska, and Mr. Egbert… Oh. My. God.
Dave was about to scream when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, along with the sound of something heavy being dragged against the floor.
Fuck! Dave thought to himself in fear. He turned around but it was too late. Mayor began to bark like a mad dog. He ran to the end of the hallway, growling angrily at the perpetrator entering the home. The voice that echoed in Dave's ears haunted him, "Bad dog. Such a bad dog, and…a bad boy…"
Dave watched in pure horror when John came into his view. He did not look bloodied up, but his eyes shown it. He had done something. Dave swallowed hard. "John…"
"Davey, you're a bad boy," John said lowly shaking his head. "I got rid of him for you and now you've done it…I hope you took your medicine because tonight is your last dose of it for a long, long time~"