A/N: yeah-

TW: Kn*ves, Swearing, St*bbing, mentions of bl00d, home invader, you know, that sort of stuff.

DONT ASK HOW HIGH WE WERE WHEN WE CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA—

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"Marina!?"

Willow peeked in. "The fuck? You're not a dead dude."

"Marina... No... It can't be! H-How are you here?" Sofia yelled, slowly backing away from the room.

"Hey- uh- guys? Little help up here, please?"

Sofia hid behind Willow, too afraid to interact with her former friend and bully.

"Missed me Sofia? I knew it was only so long until we met again." Marina said, stepping closer to the two girls.

"Someone didn't get enough love as a child."

Marina scoffed. "And someone didn't get enough guts to stand up to me." She looked at Sofia, who was shivering behind Willow.

Skeeter heard the commotion after setting the last plate down. They sighed, hurrying back up the stairs glancing around. "What's going on here?" They questioned, straightening their posture.

"This pathetic bitch broke into our house."

Skeeter sighed, tilting their head to the side. "Mind to explain your purpose, Ms. Home Invader? I'd rather not have another corpse walking about in here."

Before Marina could respond, Sofia ran out of the room, almost knocking over Skeeter in the process.

Skeeter grunted, catching themself against the wall, biting their lip roughly, trying not to phase into a different form- that usually hurt much worse. "Just- get out-... I don't know who the hell you are, but if you don't leave, I'm calling the cops. Imagine trying to get a job with a known case of breaking and entering in your files."

"I don't really give a sh*t what my files say. I'm just here for one reason." Marina said, pulling a knife out of her pocket.

"Too much of a pussy to fight with your hands?"

"Nah, using this is just more fun."

Skeeter grimaced, walking downstairs, going to the Marquis. They quickly snatched his sword, making their way back up. "Okay then, blade to blade it shall be. I challenge you to a duel, invader."

"Well f*ck this, I'm entering through another window instead. See you guys in hell, b*tches." Marina, hopping out the window and climbing down the ladder.

"Your mom sucks dicks in hell," Skeeter shouted out of the window, glaring down at the person.

"F*CK YOU TOO!" Marina said, hopping onto the gate.

"Would I face anything if I threw the sword, stabbed her, and... well... blamed it on gravity and the wind?"

"Hm, no. I won't rat you either, bitch had it coming."

While the two were discussing how to kill the little b*tch, Marina had entered the home through another window, and was now making her way over to Sofia.

"Well, Sofia, you've got yourself in quite the pickle, haven't you?" Marina smirked, walking over to Sofia, who was backing herself against the wall.

"Hey hold that thought-" Willow crept over to where the commotion was. "Oh, ew. She's back."

Skeeter sighed, stealing Willow's phone momentarily before handing it over. "Call the police, I cause a distraction..." They laughed, walking downstairs. They thought about how the person looked for a long second before painfully morphing into them. "Well, well, well... If it isn't the consequences of your own actions," They smiled, staring Marina over.

"What the actual f*cking hell."

"Got it," Willow got on the phone with police, reporting their issue.

Skeeter pushed Sofia behind them, guarding them. "What? You act like you're looking into a mirror... Otherwise, you wouldn't be so distraught and disgusted."

"I... Well, fricking hell. What the actual hell even are you?"

"Hun, don't flatter yourself - they dress /wayy/ better than you."

"And, it's almost unfortunate that I have to look like you right now... But... Hey, take a good look at the face of a bitch..." Skeeter laughed, brows furrowed. "Tell me... The soft jaw, the poorly done make-up... Truly pathetic."

Willow snickered softly.

"Screw you and your crappy insults. Just let me do what I came here to do." Marina said.

Before Marina could step closer to the trio, another person crashed into the house, landing right behind Marina.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS HOUSEHOLD!?"

"Oh, yay. Another one."

"FREAKING HELL! You know what, screw my original plan, I'm going for plan B!" Marina yelled, running over to where Willow was.

"MARINA NO-"

Willow shoved her away.

Marina, out of shock, slashed Willow in the wrist.

"Ow! You bitch, what the fuck!?"

"That's what you get, dumbass." Marina said, turning to Sofia.

"WILLOW, I KNOW YOU JUST GOT SLASHED BUT ARE WE JUST GONNA FORGET THE DEAD DUDE ON THE FLOOR!?" Sofia yelled between sobs.

Skeeter, for the first time, panicked, driving the sword in hand forward towards Marina. They froze for a moment, eyes wide. "That counts as self defense, yes?" They questioned, slowly shifting back into their redheaded form.

"I'm not entirely sure if stabbing someone counts as self defens-"

"FREAKING HELL! Uh- Sh*t, I probably should have practiced scenarios before I came here, but uh, just you wait! I'll come back!" Marina yelled, hopping out the window.

"God, I fucking hate her-"

"She's literally bleeding from a sword wound," Skeeter whispered. "What is she, some cartoon villain?"

"... This is giving me serious 'A Series Of Unfortunate Events' energy and I am not liking it-" Sofia said. "Uh- Willow- You ok?"

"I'm bleeding! what do you think?"

Skeeter rose a brow and immediately turned around. "Fucking hell, that's right, the blade managed to catch you," they whispered, hurriedly moving Willow into another room. "Sofia, stay and see who the dead person is. I need to help Willow with this real quick-"

"I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL HE IS-" Sofia yelled, pointing at the very confused man on the floor.

"What does he look like?" Skeeter shouted, looking for a wash cloth. They quickly turned the sink on, making sure the water was lukewarm before pressing the rag to Willow's wrist. "I just need to get the blood off and see how deep the cut is... It's rather fortunate your attacker merely cut the top of your wrist..." They murmured, looking over their shoulder. The founders had began talking loudly- while not uncommon- it wouldn't be unprovoked. Who got them so riled?

"It's a long story, I'll explain it later!" Sofia yelled.

Willow winced, "I'm sure it's just a stupid little cut-"

"A stupid little cut that needs to be properly taken care of or you'll get sick. And who will that be fun for? None of us, especially the medical bills." Skeeter reasoned, moving the rag away, taking a look at the cut. It was more of a gash, and a bit deeper. "Where is the medical kit and rubbing alcohol?"

"Don't ask me." Sofia said, running down the stairs. "You're meant to be the expert at everything here-"

"Doesn't mean I know where everything is located," The redhead murmured. "So, who's the dead guy?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"Pretty sure the medical kit and rubbing alcohol is in the basement."

"Who keeps the medical supplies in the basement..." Skeeter questioned, sighing. "Hold the rag to your cut, I'll be back in a moment." They shuffled past Willow, moving through the rooms, shushing the founders, and then to the basement. They pulled the door open, staring down the steps in hesitance. "Oh well..." They muttered, moving on down. "If I fucking die, I blame whatever the fuck is down here."

"This seems like something that'd happen in a horror movie.."

"Ew, don't say that- if that door slams shut... God knows how I'll react. I'll stab the ghost, maybe that'll teach it a lesson."

"... Well that isn't weird at all."

"I'm trying to be funny," Skeeter whispered, moving on into the room, turning the light on, looking around. They grabbed the medical kit, looking around.

"Any ghosts down there?" Sofia yelled. "Also, we completely forgot about the dead dude upstairs- FRICK"

"No!" Skeeter called, shivering slightly. "But it's creepy as hell..." They hurried back up, sighing. "Sofia- can you fetch the dead dude, please, maybe throw him downstairs, I don't know."

"I don't even know who the hell he is, what am I meant to say? 'Hey, welcome to 2022! You've been dead for like, 200 years!?'"

"Just explain to me what he looks like," The redhead reasoned, hurrying back to Willow. They quickly took the rag away, doused some alcohol onto the wound, and waited a moment before bandaging and taping it down.

"Thanks, Skeeter.."

"No problem. Have to make sure my friends are alright," they smiled.

Sofia chuckled. "Anyways, the dead dude had.. Really dark hair, similar to mine, and honestly was death staring me for half of the time I was up there."

"... Charles Lee... That creole coward is here...."

"Kill him, then we won't have to deal with him."

"Laurens and Hamilton can go ahead and try it again. I'd like to see them actually kill him... It would be fascinating." Skeeter chuckled, leading Willow out of the room.

"I wanna see that too - though, wouldn't that fuck up the timeline or something?"

"Once again, from what I've heard, they were already dead... So... That indicates that they were torn from the afterlife or the fragments of my mind and thrown into the Earthly realm with us again."

"What the actual frick? How does that happen? Isn't the timeline a-" Sofia was interrupted by multiple crashes at once. "Frick. That's gonna be an issue."

Skeeter covered their ears, staring at the floor. "... This might be my fault."