Little bits and pieces of stories that I haven't made into oneshots:

O N E

I burst through those oddly familiar oak double doors. The wind whipping throughout the hall rushed into the room, as if it were running from a monster. I let my gaze wander, while continued staying alert and on edge.

"My great 'friend', how have you been? I haven't seen you in ages."

I whipped my head to look just up the three steps far ahead leading to...

A throne?

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T W O

Her smile widened to an unnerving extent. I fidgeted discreetly, glancing around at the others around us, cooing at how cute she was.

I didn't trust her. That smile was far too...happy. It almost made her look insane.

If only I had noticed the malice hidden deep in that disgusting smile.

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T H R E E

A golden light shone as bright as the sun, located where his heart would be. Golden stripes danced up his chest and neck like ballerinas on a dance floor. Right on the outer corner of both of his eyes, the lines took the shape of guitars.

"You'll always be beautiful to me, Y'know?"

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F O U R

The two friends sat in comfort, a bit awkward, of course. What would be the reason for this awkward atmosphere?

Well, the creaking of a bed and sounds coming from their other friend's room would explain it pretty damn well.

"Bet that we'll be hearing screams within the next 20 minutes."

"Bet bitch."

The screaming started 5 minutes later. Let's just say the bedrooms were made to be sound proof after that...

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F I V E

I yeeted my pen across the room, landing it like a dart on my dart board. This only proved to scare the shit out of Genio, who shot up and squeaked, falling off his bed. I giggled, turning my swivel chair to face him. Genio was NOT happy.

This turned into something worse.

Let's just say...this is on the other side of the door from F O U R

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S I X

Blood splattered over the wooden surface, the gurgling attempt of a scream only adding to the puddle.

Finally, she could rest. She had taken her revenge, she didn't need anything more. Her 'friends' were far too nice for someone like her, especially now. She could leave. She could escape. She could be free.

Yet, someone held her back.

Now, she'd have to face the aftermath of her first murder.

It certainly wouldn't be her last.

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