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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Jan 23, 2023 21:47:43 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Jan 23, 2023 21:47:43 GMT -5

A L L Y

Silence.

”He…Hello?” her voice trembled as she raised the fire poker over her head, fingers gripped tightly around its handle. A second time she had to speak up.

Ally wasn’t sure if she could do it a third.

The lighting was dim. The room moved in one giant blur. It was impossible to see, impossible to focus, impossible to know who was friend and who was foe.

Until he spoke.

”Jeez could you-!”

He had practically ran into her, but it still took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the figure in front of her.

”Presley! Oh thank god,” Ally wrapped her arms around him, tossing the makeshift weapon to the side and planting a kiss on his cheek. A giggle escapes her lips in her drunken stupor as she goes to pick her fire poker back up off the ground.

”Where are Mav and Naomi?”

”Mav is that way,” her finger lazily pointed in a random direction. ”Naomi,” she shrugged. ”That’s who I’m looking for. Oh my god, did you come here to help me?!” she said in some odd mixture between a whisper and a scream, but he lost focus.

”There’s that sound again! Is that them?”

He was off.

And Ally wasn’t too far behind.

Her eyes were wide as she followed him, checking around every corner for a not as friendly face. Every creak and thud, she was sure someone was going to get them, but was pleasantly surprised when it was just the sound of the old house moving.

”Are you too drunk to climb a ladder right now?”

”I am totally fine, I don’t know what you are talking about,” Her words slurred as she spoke, but she said it to convince herself just as much as she was trying to Presley. The attic was dusty and she couldn’t help but sneeze a few times. Each one followed by a softly spoken ‘sorry’. Her eyes grew wide as Presley held up the gun from the lockbox, her mouth open in shock.
”Oh wow, please be careful with that,” her voice grew even softer. ”That could kill someone you know,” but he wasn’t paying attention. Not shockingly of course.

No one ever paid attention to her.

She was used to speaking.

Even when no one was listening.

”Come on, I think Mav is smoking outside maybe,” she squinted towards the lone figure in the distance, trying to make out the shape of the blurry blob. It was hard to tell, but it certainly didn’t seem like Mav.

”Are you sure…”

But he left and she followed.

No questions asked.

Just like always.

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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Jan 24, 2023 20:04:06 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jan 24, 2023 20:04:06 GMT -5

Honestly, anywhere was better than that god awful house. Presley swore he'd been in it dozens of times, but it had always been during the afternoon when the sun was still shining, or parties like this one had started as, where there wasn't a spare space that wasn't filled by some drunk teen trying to forget their sorrows. Seeing it all dark and empty and quiet put it into a new perspective. That it was not his own home surely added to his discomfort, but he wondered how Elaina could even handle staying here when her parents were off working. In fact, where was Elaina? Had she ditched her own party? He didn't recall seeing her among the group of people who left when news of the principal came. Ally confirmed that Maverick and Naomi weren't in the same place, wherever they were.

Presley glanced one last time at the bonfire in the backyard from his vantage point in the attic. He saw Stella, Benji, Zeke, Clara, and Grady. And none of them seemed to be havinga good time- Grady looked drunk and seemed to have spilled his drink or something all over him by the way people seemed the be fussing around him. Presley found that trying to keep track of everyone at the same time would've been headache-inducing and decided to stick to just trying to find the ones he actually cared about.

"Nope, not sure, but this attic is creeping me out." And also, for what it was worth, Presley wanted to put some distance between himself and Ally if possible. He got that she was drunk, but she was still sober enough to try and pretend she hadn't been drinking when he asked, so she was sober enough to remember how desperately she'd thrown herself at Maverick in front of the entire party. Although, to her credit, she didn't exactly know how Presley felt...

Regardless. He felt weird about it, and he wasn't confrontational enough to address it. So he silently wished for something to make her go away.

Alas, as he made it to the landing at the bottom of the stairs, out the front door and into the yard, Presley glanced over his shoulder and found her still keeping pace behind him. He looked up at the starry night sky above and thought of a curse.

The garden shed was empty. The door was cracked open slightly, the light still on inside. Presley surveyed the ground for ashes and quickly noticed an entire half of a cigarette on the ground. He picked it up. It wasn't burning, nor had it been anytime terribly recently, but it was obvious it had been at some point and it hadn't been there long enough for any sort of rain or anything to mess it up. Far too cold for it to belong to whoever Presley had just seen down here before. He tried to remember if anyone still at the party smokedand came up with nothing.

Resigned, he flicked the cigarette back onto the ground and stepped inside. The inside walls were unfinished plywood, each full of loose tools hanging from nails. There were a couple shelves with various bolts and tapes and thing. In the back corner, under a pile of unused sandpaper sheets, was the unmistakable shape of a chainsaw case. He laughed and hauled it over to Ally. "Here, lumberjack. You need to work on that arm strength!" he made sure to keep his tone light and the comment offhanded, but he meant it as he said it. "Maybe next time you can hold on to him so tight that he can't run away."

He was about to relent and go tell everyone at the fire he was going home when he again caught something out of the corner of his eye. The garage door was closed, but Presley could tell from the windows that there seemed to be a sudden light coming from within it, like from a torch or a flashlight.

"Ally... is something happening? Why is everyone being weird?"

He didn't know why he was bothering asking her- hopefully if she knew something he didn't she would've told him by now, but he was beginning to get the sense that something was terribly wrong. Everyone was running around like crazy people, most everyone was gone, and in retrospect Grady's shirt might've been covered in something other than red wine.

His eyes flicked down to the chainsaw in her hands, at the firepoker she'd been holding like a weapon before. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he sensed something was wrong. Where the fuck was Maverick? He hadn't been where Ally said he was, he wasn't down here... Presley began to feel his eyes sting with tears.

He didn't give a shit about his pride anymore.

"Maverick!" he called to the night sky. He could hear his voice distantly echoing back to him from the dark trees in the distance.

He headed straight for the garage.

"Where are you?!"

PRESLEY
DOUGLAS.

Last Edit: Jan 24, 2023 21:21:43 GMT -5 by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]

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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Feb 8, 2023 0:17:18 GMT -5

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Post by cluekiller on Feb 8, 2023 0:17:18 GMT -5

I could stare at Naomi's corpse all night, but I don't have such luxuries right now. Only a fool would stay after she unleashed such an ear-splitting scream. If I'm lucky, everyone else is outside and didn't hear anything. If they did, perhaps they're too drunk to interpret it as anything but liquor-fueled shenanigans. Sooner or later they will see bodies, but I plan to be finished by then. Improvise, improvise.

Every step I make feels like shakes the entire house, yet I hear nothing. I glance through one of the windows as I pass by and see bright spot of orange. A bonfire. It's too risky to confront anybody back there, but it's good to know a lot of them are distracted like sitting ducks. That means a few of them are trapped inside with me.

My grip on the knife tightens, and I wipe it against the inside of my trench coat. This is a record amount of people I've killed in one day. The old me would be surprised. The old me died a long time ago.

I hear commotion upstairs, and stick to the shadows until I find myself in the garage. I can't think of a reason why anyone would come here unless to find tools or search for their stupid friends, but I'll take any vantage point I can get. I duck behind a few crates. Voices grow louder. Who is that? I haven't memorized every voice. I've been too busy for that, and I would be too disgusted not to kill them on the spot if I tried. Nobody ever warned me that grief and anger could become the two strongest emotions possible. It feels like I'm constantly drowning, and every time I kill, I catch my breath for a few seconds. Then it comes back, raging, threatening to drag me down further.

I know if I kill them all, I will breathe again.

Two sets of footsteps approach. In the shadows, I can barely make out that they're holding objects. I need to be careful. Sneak up on them, all I need is one good hit with my knife and one of them will bleed out while I jump on the other. Shit, they're too far. They won't come to me.

Fine.

I come to them.

A silhouette of horror.

"THE TRUTH HURTS, BUT IT IS THE SECRETS THAT KILL"

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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Feb 8, 2023 22:03:41 GMT -5

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Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Feb 8, 2023 22:03:41 GMT -5

A L L Y

It was cold.

It was dark.

And this old house was unbearably musty.

Ally could feel her allergies acting up, but she did her best not to sneeze. They were already in deep shit, with people missing and all, and she didn’t want to be next. Besides, Presley might leave her if she was being too loud.

She has always hated being alone.

The wind rattled the awning and the stairs creaked obnoxiously as the pair descended from the attic. A shiver tickled her spine, and she got this odd feeling they weren’t alone. Maybe it was Maverick playing tricks on the two of them. She closed her eyes briefly, hoping and praying that was the truth. But even in her drunken state, Ally knew something was wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

They walked quietly through the remainder of the house and out onto the lawn, searching for the figure Presley swore to be Maverick. Ally was certain she had left him near the front of the house, but what did she know. He could have moved, right?

Right?

The two entered the shed, and Pres finally broke the silence. Ally had never been more thankful.

And she swore she finally felt herself breathe.

He handed her a chainsaw, possibly the biggest one she had ever seen, and expected her to be able to use it.

”You’re really going to trust me with this?” she said with a slight hiccup. Before he had time to answer she shrugged, and tossed the weapon over her shoulder.

"Maybe next time you can hold on to him so tight that he can't run away."

She felt her eyes narrow, but no words came from her lips. She was suspicious, but her intoxicated brain was having difficulty putting the pieces together.

"Ally... is something happening? Why is everyone being weird?"

His voice brought her back to reality and paused the wheels in her head from turning. For now.
”I wish I knew Presley, but something is wrong. I’m not sure what but something feels…off,”

He didn’t care. He didn’t want to listen. Who ever actually listened to a word she said? No one. Not her classmates, not her parents. Ally was lucky if the birds sitting on the bench even stopped chirping long enough to listen to her. But she had things to say. And they were important.

Ally blinked.

And Presley was gone.

She had no choice but to follow him because she knew being alone now would only lead to both of their demise. He headed straight for the garage, calling out for Maverick along the way. He paused and Ally felt a strange chill pass through her.

”I…I don’t like this”

She got closer and grabbed the sleeve of his coat, trying to make herself as near as possible. Not attempting to hide, but for some reason she thought they would be safer standing closer together. More intimidating? Less likely to die?

But there wasn’t time to think.

A dark figure makes itself known from the darkness.

Her heart sinks.

Her breath stops.

And her hands let go Presley’s sleeve before gripping tighter on her fire poker.

Ally squints, trying to make out the figure, trying to see the face that would probably be her last.

”Zeke... you don’t have to this…”

She didn’t want to hurt anyone. Hell, she didn’t even know if she could hit anyone. But it was us or them.

And for once in her life-

Ally was going to put herself first.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered. For this. For all of it.

Then she closed her eyes.

For she couldn’t dare to watch

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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Feb 9, 2023 12:27:41 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 9, 2023 12:27:41 GMT -5

Whatever light Presley had seen through the windows was extinguished now. All that was left in the garage was old cardboard boxes, a weird assortment of fishing poles, a locked vehicle, and a boat which was covered in a plastic sheet. Well, and Presley and Ally. Her hands grabbed at his sleeve like if something went wrong she would expect him to protect her. He was still decidedly annoyed with her, but she was doing a great job of making it more difficult for him to keep up.

"Mav?"

His voice echoed back at him slightly from the well-fortified walls. He hated the sound of it, all full of confusion and fear. Part of him wondered if he would sound like that for the rest of his life, perpetually afraid that something was lurking in the dark for him. Part of him felt like it was the only way to ensure his survival.

There came no answer, yet the feeling of another presence in the room hadn't faded. There were too many corners to be checked. He walked forward a couple steps, his eyes straining to find anything. He was absolutely certain there was a flashlight in here. A quick survey of the room was enough, even in the dark, for him to know for a fact that he only two ways out of this room were through the way he and Ally had come, or through a very small doggy window at the bottom of the actual garage door. Which meant either someone had crawled through it, or they had walked right past the two of them on their way in, or...

They were still inside.

Ally let go of his sleeve and he was surprised by how much more dangerous this all felt without her contact.

"Naomi?"

Still nothing. He hesitated, then spun around to the other side of the boat, only to find no one standing there. Dang it.

"You don't have to hide... It's just me- I mean, Presley." He looked over his shoulder.

"And Ally, I guess."

Rather than seeing the commotion, he mostly just heard it. The sound of Ally's sharp intake of breath, the sounds of her attempting to hit something with her firepoker and failing.

"What are y-"

"Zeke... you don't have to do this..." Ally was begging.

Presley's breath caught in his throat. Zeke? He was one of the people Presley had just seen down at the bonfire when he was up in the attic. It would've made no sense for him to be in here, unless...

The sound of the chainsaw revving to life was enough to make Presley audibly scream. He pushed himself as far away from everything as he could manage, his back pressed flat against the far wall.

He heard the unmistakable sound of metal ripping something- cloth, maybe, or flesh. He heard Ally's continued protests. He realized he was making her fight alone and there was a moment when his eyes locked on the doggy door and he knew he could wiggle through it with enough time to get away if he needed to. The killer was here. The killer was here and he was killing Ally.

Unless.

"Stop!"

He raced forward, knife clutched in one hand and gun in the other.

The blade dug into the killer's shoulder and Presley pulled it out, stabbing it again as hard as he could, all the way to the hilt in the same spot.

"We're going! Now!" He held the gun up, trembling hand and looked at Ally.

"Get behind me!"

Once she did, he slowly backed them out of the room. Just as they made it to the door, he fired off a warning shot and then closed the door.

"RUN!"

PRESLEY
DOUGLAS.

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so scarlet it was {maroon} ally.presley.killer Feb 11, 2023 15:15:09 GMT -5

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Post by cluekiller on Feb 11, 2023 15:15:09 GMT -5

I hear the name and it makes me laugh. Ally throws herself at me with claws extended, and all I have to do is smack the stupid fire poker away. Drunken idiots are no match for me, even if I might be at my worst.

"Zeke is spineless," I hiss through my mask. I can't let such a pathetic person take my credit. "He can't accomplish half of what I'm capable of-"

There is a loud roar that nearly makes my heart jump out of my chest. Impressive to say the least, because I've owned a hummingbird heart ever since I started these killings. It's impossible to calm my nerves when there is work left to be done. How am I supposed to rest knowing they're still out there, living their empty fucking lives, thinking that everything is okay? Thinking they're good people? Think again.

I underestimate the kitty with claws. It's all fun and games until she pulls out a chainsaw and rips me a new one. There is a hot flash of pain that makes me want to back away and hide, but I fight that instinct because I'm not the caged animal here. I lash out instead, and I feel the knife connect with Ally's torso. It's not enough, I can feel it. I know when deep is deep, I've had plenty of practice. She will walk out of this room alive, and I hate her for it. I've always hated her.

I shout again, frustration bubbling inside my chest like acid. Presley snuck his way in while I was distracted. I can feel the knife in my shoulder, it's more painful than I imagined, and it makes me seethe with rage. Such a pacifist until now, Presley. How can he be so useless when it matters, yet now he can step up to the plate? It only confirms everything I believe. There is no point in questioning myself ever again.

This is the right decision.

My plan is justified.

They deserve it.

They do not deserve to learn from their mistakes. They will pay for them instead. I watch the two of them slip away, I hear the gunshot loud and clear. It rings in my ears. I smile. Even with two people, they refuse to confront me.

I will win.