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TW: swearing, s3xu l abuse (no details), blood, violence, underage drinking, mentions of drugs, details of stabbing someone (not really stabbing, killing with knife ig)
-George pov-
Two hours until hell breaks loose. WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO THE FUCKING PARTY? It's not like my presence will change anything. There's no point in me going anyways, but Quackity insisted on me going, so now here I am preparing myself to survive hell. Wait what do I wear? I'll just ask Quackity.
Drug Dealer
You: WHAT THE FUCK DO I WEAR
Drug Dealer: IDFK
Drug Dealer: A DRESS?
You: no
Drug Dealer: IT'S PART OF THE DRESS CODE
You: THERE'S A DRESS CODE?
Drug Dealer: YES SO U BETTER WEAR A DRESS
What the fuck. TIME TO FIND THE DRESS FROM 3 YEARS AGO. It's in here somewhere, but will it fit? It better fit, I'm not buying another one. Maybe I can borrow one from my mom or something. IS THIS WHY HE WANTS ME TO GO TO THE PARTY SO BAD? THAT MOTHER TRUCKER I WILL KILL HIM. Anyways, I found a skirt from like 3 years ago, it's just a simple white tennis skirt, that still - kind of - fits. I'm not looking for any longer just to find the dress and there's no way I'm telling my mom about this. I don't need photos of me wearing a skirt that's too short for my liking, WHY IS IT SO DAMN SHORT I SWEAR GOD HATES ME OR SOMETHING. I'll just add that blue shirt on top.
- around 2 hours later -
Quackity really wasn't kidding when he said he's renting a limbo. There's a rainbow limbo that's long as fuck parked in front of my house. Where tf did he even find that… nevermind, WHERE DID HE GET THE MONEY.
"GOGY GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE." Quackity yelled, throwing a box of tissue out of the window.
"COMING, YOU DICK."
I hear a very loud language from the limo.
"GOGY YOU LOOK HOT IN A SKIRT." Tommy yelled through the window.
"AS IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING ONE." I yelled back. God he's annoying.
"I'm not, no one else is."
Wait. WHAT - THAT MOTHER FUCKER!
"QUACKITY YOU BITCH" I yelled running towards the limo.
"LANGUAGE!"
"AFDJFADNVNKKHDKDH" Quackity laughed hysterically.
"HOW COULD YOU! YOU KNEW I WOULD ACTUALLY WEAR ONE."
"I was just doing Dream a favour," he snickered, smirking.
"QUACKITY," Dream yelled, throwing a book at him.
"C'mon dreamie boy, we all know that you would pay to see gogy in a skirt,." Sapnap teased.
"Who the fuck brought a book to the party?" Tommy asked.
Bad just gave up.
"Me, is there a problem with that?" techno said, annoyed. "Now can someone give me my book back?"
"Here." Ranboo said, passing the book back to Techno.
Techno continued reading while the others had a debate on who can drink the most alcohol before passing out. There's something wrong with them. The driver just looked like he's done with life.
"Are we there yet?" Tubbo asked for the 100th time.
"FOR THE 1000TH TIME TUBBO, NO." Wilbur replied.
"It's definitely not been 1000 times, 300 max." Tubbo replied.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO TUBBO LIKE THAT." Tommy yelled, after this I'm gonna be deaf.
"We're here," Karl broke up their argument.
"TIME TO GIVE OUT MORE MUFFINS."
"I can't believe that I actually woke up that early to make muffins, you're lucky I love you Bad."
" Ok enough of the lovey dovey shit, WE'RE GOING IN" Tubbo yelled running towards the building.
The place looked very uhm, purple? The lights are purple with some rainbow I guess, God the music is loud af,I don't even know whose house this is, it's so fucking large, their parents are probably loaded. There's also some alcohol, welp, Quackity's bringing a box of it and no one can do anything to stop him.
"WHO WANTS VODKA $70 PER BOTTLE MOTHER FUCKERS"
80 DOLLARS PER FUCKING BOTTLE, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD BUY THAT? But then again, half the people in this school are high half the time and either had an alcohol or drvg addiction, they'll pay all their money if they have to. Soon enough there's already a crowd of people crowding around Quackity. I still can't get over how short this fucking skirt is.
I was just minding my own business until some girl who's obviously already drunk just walked up to me.
"Hey hot shit."
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
"You, who else could I be talking to?" She said, giggling a bit.
"Uhm, I'm just gonna go find my friends." I backed up.
"Come here." She said, dragging me to a room aggressively. Shit. This isn't going to end well.
"KARL, DREAM, SAPNAP EVERY OTHER PERSON THAT I KNOW I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHO YOU ARE, HELP." I yelled while kicking him, where are they?
- Dream pov -
"Where's George?" I asked Sapnap.
"I don't know, maybe Karl knows where he is."
"I'm going to find him, I'll be back," I told Sapnap. I got up, aimlessly walking around the place.
Where is he, is he drunk somewhere in the kitchen or something? He better not be consuming any drugs. Quackity probably wouldn't give him any though, he knows better than to give any to his friends. Valishia better not have him killed or something, I should probably get a knife from the kitchen just in case. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, then kept searching around the crowds and rooms, that's when I heard someone who sounds like George crying for help. Shit.
"KARL, DREAM, SAPNAP EVERY OTHER PERSON THAT I KNOW I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHO YOU ARE, HELP."
"GOGY? WHERE ARE YOU! SHIT." I asked.
I ran around the house trying to find him, opening every door, and there he was. With some drunk girl on top of him with tears streaming out his eyes and down his cheeks.
"GET OFF HIM YOU BITCH."
"WHO TF ARE YOU?"
"HIS BOYFRIEND." I said, shit I really shouldn't have said that, George won't mind that lie right?
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE GAY"
"Doesn't matter, you would've done it anyways." George muttered quietly.
"Get off him." I repeated sternly.
"You really had to ruin the fun." She said, rolling her eyes.
"That's it, you're dead." I tell her, firmly holding the knife that I got before running into the room. I went towards her, holding the knife upside down, positioning it somewhere near her stomach.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU PHSYCOPATH." She screamed.
I walked behind her, placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, then proceeded to cut her neck at a slow paste. "Should've written a will before this." I said, not too loudly.
After cutting most of her neck, I let go of her and watched as her body fell onto the ground. Shit, I didn't think of this beforehand. I turned towards George and saw his face full of horror as he witnessed me kill her.
"You ok?"
He shook his head in response.
"You should get dressed first." I suggested, handing him his clothes.
He nodded as a response.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Ok, and uhm, I swear this is my first time, I did not kill Ms Smith." I told him, he probably thought and still thinks I killed her, fuck he better not snitch on me, AND THE FUCKING CCTV CAMERA SHIT, THEY BETTER NOT HAVE ANY HERE.
"Uhhh, what are you gonna do with the body on the floor, we need to sneak it out, if we don't they'll probably figure it out soon if we keep it in here for someone to find it." He said, voice quiet and trembling. Would've been better if I thought of it before breaking a law or two.
"Any ideas on how we can get out of this one?" I ask him.
"Throw 'em out the window?" I said gesturing to the window covered by curtains.
"Eh, check if there's anyone on the streets for me."
"There's an old grandpa."
"Uhhhhhh, what's he doing?"
"Just walking by, really slowly."
"We can just wait till he passes by and is far enough so he won't be able to witness or hear any of this."
"Other people could pass by." Gogy suggested.
"Uhmm we can ask someone to somehow make him go faster for us?"
"Lock the doors first." He said pointing towards the door, gesturing for me to lock it.
"Oh, right." I went to lock it hoping it won't bring any suspicion.
"So, who can we ask?" I asked.
"Not Quackity, he's probably selling shit to some addicts in a corner somewhere, or fucking Wilbur."
"True, I don't know about the fucking part, there's Sapnap, but not sure if he can even talk to elderly without them having a heart attack because he can't control his mouth."
"Karl will just panic, maybe not, better not risk it."
"Techno will tell us to figure it out ourselves."
"Not Tommy."
"And him, Ranboo and Tubbo stick together like a kitkat, so there's only Wilbur left."
"But what if he's fucking Quackity?"
"He's probably not."
"You never know."
"I'll just ask him first."
-Tall boy-
You: WILBUR
WE NEED HELP
WE NEED UR HELP TO DO SOMETHING
CALL
WE NEED UR HELP TO HIDE A BODY
"You shouldn't just text him that you fucking killed someone, what is some random person saw it." George commented.
"I should delete that."
You: WILBUR
WE NEED HELP
WE NEED UR HELP TO DO SOMETHING
CALL
*deleted message*
I SWEAR WILBUR JUST FUCKING READ IT
I'M STARTING TO THINK THAT GEORGE IS RIGHT.
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Tall boy: WTF DO U WANT
You: CALLLLL
Tall boy: ok
incoming call from tall boy
"Wilbur help." I said into the phone.
"What the hell do you want Dream."
"Shhhhhh don't be so loud, just because the music outside is loud doesn't mean we want to risk it."
"Risk what? What did you idiots do this time?"
"I swear it was mainly Dream."
"In self defence."
"Not really but yes."
"What did you do in self defence Dream? And George."
"Don't say our names." George told him.
"Just tell me what you did already."
"I killed some drunk woman."
"Why?"
"Because she was r ping George."
"Tf, George you ok?'
"Not really but we have a problem right now."
"We need your help to hide a person's corpse, if someone is recording our call then we're dead, shit I didn't think this through, (but it's fine because the author needs to somehow get through this chapter to write about Christmas so no one's gonna get caught, or will they?)
"What do you need me to do exactly?"
"There's this old man walking down the streets really slowly and we need him to be as far as possible."
"Mk, got it, I'll be right back, watch me through a window or something."
-Wilbur pov -
One second ago I was sitting on the sofa drinking weird shit on the coffee table nearby, next thing you know Puffy handed me my phone that I left in the kitchen when I was making s'mores with random pork in the oven. I think I drank too much. When I turned on my phone all I saw was Dream spam texting me about an emergency, now I'm helping them hide a fucking corpse of some psychopath, this is not how I thought i would spend my monday evening.
How the fuck do I even distract him, I'll just find Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo to give him a heartattack, can't be that hard since he gives me heartattacks everyday anyways.
"TOMMY FUCKING GET OVER HERE." I yelled out.
"What the fuck do you want bitch?" He asked Tubbo and Ranboo, still trying to make something edible in the kitchen.
"We need to help Dream and George hide a body."
"WHAT DREAM AND GEORGE FUCKING KI-" He yelled, I covered his mouth to make sure no one can hear him.
"This is probably why they didn't tell you shit."
"What do you need me for?"
"We need to make sure that the old man on the street can walk faster so they can hide the fucking thing."
"Tf you would think that they would have a more pogger job than that for us."
"Are you going to help me give the man a heart attack or not?"
"I'll tell Tubbo and Ranboo that I'll be right back." He said grinning from ear to ear.
A/N
Sorry it took a while, this chapter is incomplete, I will finish it when I have time to, but I really want to write Christmas shit since Christmas is coming up and I like Christmas that's it. I'm also gonna edit the chapters that I wrote because I just realised how un-detailed it is. Theoretically I'll be updating more in the following month hopefully since winter break is coming up, though I'm not sure, it's currently way too late and I have school tmr. And I might make a new fic when I figure out the basic plot and storyline for it.
-Author :D