Warning; Story contains violence. (Blood, Murder, Death)
No warnings for those, since it's all throughout the story. DO NOT read if you're upset when reading these themes!

Sirens wailed.

People screamed.

Leaves crunched under feet.

Three boys ran into a dark forest, moonlight dripping through holes in the leaves of tall, looming trees. The wind whistled in the three's ears, and more faint footsteps sounded.

"Quick, climb!" The leader said, adjusting his white smiley face mask. His usual lime-green hoodie had blood stains on it, giving it an eerie effect in the darkness. His dark-gray jeans were too dark to tell if blood was on them or not, there most likely was.

Immedietly one boy jumped onto a tree and made his way upwards. This one wore a white shirt with a black sweater underneath, and dark grey sweatpants. a fire icon sat in the middle of his shirt. Like the leader, his shirt had drops of blood seeped into the cotton. He also had a face-mask on, one that resembled a panda's mouth and nose.

The other boy climbed another tree, wearing large glasses with white frames, a blue shirt with a red and white rectangle on it, and black sweatpants. His glasses had pitch black lenses, and the only way to see through them was by wearing them.

The leader was already high up in a tree, and the three climbed up their separate trees, settled just under the very top. There were enough leaves packed together to cover them from below and from the top, so if any helicopters engaged they couldnt see the team.

"Not Found, you good?" The leader whispered. He earned a hum from the boy with glasses. "Sapnap?" Another hum, from the panda mask boy.

"Dream, shh..." Not Found whispered, his speech fading into nothingness as blinding lights came from below. Three policemen ran underneath the team, occasionally stopping to look around. "Uh... Zak..? I dont think we're safe... The forest ends here, they're probably long-gone." An innocent voice came from one of the cops, one that had brown hair, emerald green eyes, and glasses.

The leader, 'Dream', smirked. He knew this cop, his name was Darryl. Darryl was covering for Dream, since he was known to never lie. Darryl would always convince others that Dream and his friends were innocent, and would often call off chases because they 'strayed too far into unknown territory while the group could be along ways away.'

"Hmm... You're right. Vincent, come back." Zak called to the other cop. The last cop nodded, giving the forest one last mean look before turning around and walking back with the others.

As soon as the team heard the cop cars leave, they got down from the trees. 'Not Found' was about to talk when Dream hushed him. "Dont celebrate just yet, let's get back to the house before we do anything." Not Found nodded, internally facepalming.

As they had agreed, they arrived at the house. Dream took a pistol and a knife from his pockets, running the knife under a sink to wash off the blood that stayed. His smiley-face mask was on the counter, already rinsed.

Sapnap was doing the same, but with a much curvier knife. The blood was everywhere one the knife, climbing on the blade all the way up to the handle. This knife was used to stab upwards.

Not Found set his two pistols into a case, and slid the case under his bed. He preferred not to use melee weapons like knives, but instead used pistols for far-ranged fighting.

"Woohoo, that makes our most kills in one night 17!" Dream said, his voice alot more emotional since he was talking and not whispering. He walked through a hallway and made his way into a livingroom, the walls a cream color. A Dull-yellow couch stood in the middle, facing an entertainment center.

"Yeah, we were awesome. George was awesome, did you see those headshots?" Sapnap agreed, referring to Not Found's duel-weild pistol shot. He plopped himself down into the couch, flipping through the channels until he found the news.

"Hell yeah, that was epic." Dream agreed, sitting beside him. as usual, they were on the news again. "Hey George, come see, come see! They wrote another speech about us!" Dream called. "Coming, Clay!" George ran into the room, standing behind the couch to watch.

The lady on the screen was already rambling.

"Breaking news; The Nightmares struck yet again, this time taking the lives of seventeen people. The identities of the victims are ," The lady listed names. "Police are still investigating the situation, and any information anyone might have of these murders would be very useful.

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Sapnap muted the TV, sticking his tounge out. "Who reads out a tragic murder scenario and then advertises some random shit like weight loss diets that dont even work?" He asked, an unamused expression on his face.

"Maybe they werent comfortable talking about it any further. Ever though about that, Nick?" George practically challenged the other.

"No, I just find it odd." Nick subconsciously replied, clearly lost in thought.

George hummed, seeing the expression on his face.

"I need to take a shower, I have loads of blood on me. Totally worth it, though." Clay announced, posing as if he was at a photoshoot. He hadn't even changed; He still wore the bloody lime-green hoodie.

"You loo-," George stopped. He was about to point out how much Clay looked as if he had just murdered someone, but then inwardly face palmed again; Clay had just murdered someone. "Nevermind."

Clay shrugged, smirking, and left the room to take a shower.

"Hey George, what do you think our lives would be like if we didn't murder people?" Nick asked randomly.

"Definitely boring and pointless," George responded. "Agreed, there wouldnt be as much fun involved." Nick tilted his head a little bit.

"Anyways, I need to record a video and pretend like I didnt just murder some people, see you!" Nick waved, getting up and walking to his room. George half-heartedly waved back, still thinking about what Nick had asked.

Our lives would be so horrible. So boring and pointless. George thought.

Right?