y/n is painfully out of touch because they have 0 friends, the episode//
[Possible Serial Killer]:
im changing your contact to best bro
youre no longer my victim
i think a week of talking to you changed my mind
[You]:
Really?
How generous of you
[Possible Serial Killer]:
yea yea im awesome
you roll your eyes with a smile. you've gotten used to b's constant joke about how they're an actual murderer. sometimes you somewhat believe him but they haven't done anything that freaks you out ever since magically making your paranoia go away.
growing up you don't have a lot of friends. being in your house of the time because of your overprotective mother making you not have much friendship experience. you told b they're one of your only friends and their only response was 'thats kinda sad' which only made you huff. a new message from b made you look back down at your phone.
[Possible Serial Killer]:
btw i'll be gone
tomorrow
just fyi so you don't miss me too much
[You]:
Going to kill someone?
[Possible Serial Killer]:
maybe
who knows
—
[MISSING]
[***** **** ****]
LAST SEEN: [********]
CONTACT IF FOUND
***-****-****
you stare at the live news displayed on your tv, your mouth slightly ajar. was it a coincidence that someone went missing when b isn't around? ... probably? you don't want to assume.. but...
you shake your head. no, stop thinking about it. just turn off the tv, lock all the doors and windows that lead outside and go to sleep. that's easy, right? of course it is, you've done it before.
you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and turn off your tv. standing up and walking over to the windows, you wince at how cold the floor is at this time of night.
as you enter your bedroom and walk over to the one window that leads outside, you stop for a second. you.. you swear you can see a silhouette of a man in the woods. unnaturally tall... the longer you stare, the more intense your headache got. wait, headache?
snapping out of your trance, you look away and when you look back, it's gone. swallowing a nerve, you lock your bedroom window and went to sleep.
—
[You]:
Did you hear?
[Possible Serial Killer]:
hear what
[You]:
Someone went missing yesterday..
Idk
Kinda scared to go outside rn
b texted you at 7 in the morning. looks like they're back. it took b a second to respond.
[Possible Serial Killer]:
really??
i didn't hear
i was busy yesterday
[You]:
I figured
I
don't think I'll be going to campus today
Kinda paranoid
But doesn't mean we can play games btw
[Possible Serial Killer]:
:(
its like you know what i was gonna say
we're such good friends
[You]:
Oh also
Uh
How do I say this
I think I saw someone outside my window
Last night
Couldn't get a good look since it was dark and I got a sudden headache
[Possible Serial Killer]:
r u sure
could it be ur hallucinating because of the paranoia
not that i don't believe you
sorry
[You]:
No I get it
Maybe??
But I don't think it was?
I don't know for sure though
Maybe I need a rest
[Possible Serial Killer]:
maybe
a mimir
[You]:
Alright see ya
you rub your eyes as you set down your phone. In all honesty, you're not in the mood to go back to sleep. you don't remember what your dream was about but you have a feeling it wasn't a good one since you woke up with a strong headache.
getting off your bed, you quickly went to the kitchen for some water. looking around your house, you realize you were alone. your mom should be back by now. deciding not to worry about it, you grab an empty glass and fill it with water. as you drank your water, you notice a note on the refrigerator door. walking over to it you read,
'Sorry darling, Work called me very early today so I already went to work. Sorry to bother but could you please get us some groceries? I notice we were running out of things. The list is on the back! Love you!'
-Mom
you sigh, you really don't want to but your mom is already working so hard for you and your brother and you at least want to help her in some way. putting the list in your pocket, you walk back to your room to grab your jacket.
—
you walk into the grocery store and took out the list from your bag. grabbing a cart, you began searching for the things on your list. sugar, some fruits, snacks and milk. if you weren't so busy with doing this as quickly as possible, you'd worry about how you would fit all this in your bike basket.
as you were checking out the snacks aisle, you quickly notice your favorite snack, your eyes lighting up. what you notice right away was that it was on the highest shelf. well.. three options. one, leave it. two, ask for help. three, 50/50 percent chance of embarrassing yourself.
... three it is.
looking at the hallway for other people and the ceiling for security cameras. scene clear. tiptoeing, you try to reach the snack that's barely out of your reach. you curse under your breath.
you quickly snap into a normal position, almost tripping in the process when you hear someone's footsteps near you. looking to your right, you saw someone checking the bag of chips at the end of the aisle. fidgeting with your hand, you consider asking him for help or just to leave the snack since you obviously can't reach it.
you sigh, "um.. excuse me?" you try to get his attention. it didn't work and you almost gave up but you shake your head. "excuse me." you try a little louder. that gets his attention as he looks towards you. looking right and left, he pointed at himself, "me-e?"
you nod, "yeah, sorry to bother but um.. could you help me reach that?" you point at the snack you were trying to get. "oh... o-oh! yeah yeah, i c- i can hel-p." he nods his head. he adjusts his surgical mask as he walks over to you.
"sorry to bother heh.." you repeat yourself. he shakes his head, "no-no! it's completely fine—fuck- sorry. here, this one, yea?" he hands you the snack. "yes, thank you! i owe you my life." you joked as you put the snack in your cart. "thank you again!" you smile awkwardly as you push the cart away.
"wait!" he stopped you, making you jump a bit. "sorry sorry, this might be a dumb q-question but, beef or extra spicy?" he tilts his head to the side. you snort, "sorry, uh, personally i like beef. i'm not used to the spice this one has. but everyone has their preference." he nods, "i know—w i haven't tried either one so i wanted to ask— someone."
"i see. well, i hope you enjoy my recommendation." you laugh lightheartedly. he nods, thanked you, and rushes to the cashier to buy it. you shrug and continue on with your shopping.
—
[Possible Serial Killer]:
my friend wont shut up about the chips he just got
said that he likes it
[You]:
Oh?
Someone just asked me about chips when I was in the store
[Possible Serial Killer]:
??
i thought you were sleeping
whatever
uh, did the person that asked you like
idk
tics
[You]:
Oh
Yeah
Yea he did
[Possible Serial Killer]:
oh
you live near here
sorry
thats a weird thing to say
anyways
wanna game
[You]:
Can't
Working on assignments right now
[Possible Serial Killer]:
:(
[You]:
I'll be done in an hour or two
Then we can
I guess
[Possible Serial Killer]:
actual??
ok bet