“You fucking well know what you did.”
what was the harm ?? he didn’t kill anybody, despite what michael believed. no one was actually h u r t in this prank of his. sure there’s a few cuts && bruises, but he didn’t stab anyone or hit them with a baseball bat for that matter. ( who actually did that again ?? ) her response causes his loopy gaze to fixate on her. ( oh right. she did. ) understandable. he did show himself “ dying ” to her via video. is that the new “ breaking up via text ” ?? explains her aggression, and possible feel of betrayal. but, her reaction he didn’t regret. her reaction, was his favorite. THIS WOULD ALL BE GREAT FOOTAGE ! but no cameras were set-up. no, no no no … they were going off-script. as they have been the moment sam and mike showed up && crashed the scene.
‘ ‘ uh … no, no … i don’t. ’ ’ he insists with soft confusion clouding current facial features. the gaze of green eyes grows distant once more, as his jaw hung loosely mouth gaping open, mind idle in it’s work, leaving his face hanging there numbly. ‘ ‘ i don’t d-don’t … i don’t remember killing anyone. despite what this m-m-moron is tuh-t-telling … you. ’ ’ a sharp look is sent michael’s way. he would prefer samantha didn’t see any of this. or see what michael and christopher wanted him to believe was happening. christopher already got “torn a new one”, after josh’s shouting ( && thrusting ), and overall mocking of his choices. but the conversation with michael got cut short with sam interfering. she didn’t like the prank. ( which was fair. ) which prank did she like ? neither ? can’t play hard to get sam, it’s not that fun.
‘ ‘ what’s the matter, pussy ? ’ ‘ a smile twirls by the corners, his tongue swiping against his upper lip, wettening a dried mouth from his constant, but slowed cold breathing. ‘ ‘ didn’t like the scare ?? awww c’mon ! i thought we had a moment. ’ ’ soft laughter resembled the pacing of hiccups, though even those sounds managed to slur together effortlessly. eyelids grew lazy, lowering, though he was still looking at sam. ‘ ‘ a connection. ‘ ‘ he’d breathe as he leaned closer but, he found himself still currently stopped by the plastic ties that kept his arms bound. ‘ ‘ you can’t lie to me, sammy. did you like the thrill of it ? i bet you like me as the psycho. a schemer. ’ ‘ there’s playful squirming around in his seat.
‘ ‘ crazy is obsession is passion is love. now, i know i- i … i know, taking- uh … t-taking your clothes, might’ve been a bit … c-cruel … but, it’s all in good fun right ? RIGHT ?? ’ ‘ arms start aggressively moving against the wooden post, frustration boiling within josh. his eyes flick to look upwards in concentration, tongue pressing against the top row of his teeth. ALMOST GOT IT ?? NO ?? NO. FUCK ! these suckers were going to call the police on him. && here he thought, sam coming was a stroke of fortune. SHE WAS GOING TO LET THEM, WASN’T SHE !?
voices by his ears whispered, filling him with the ideas that made him b e l i e v e that, truly. SHE BETRAYS HIM, DOESN’T SHE ? it’d be the “perfect ending”. not that he could stay mad. SHE’S A HORROR MOVIES’ FINAL GIRL, AS HE INTENDED. he’s sure they could’ve had their moment this past year. there were several opportunities that he missed … but … the rules apply ! the virgin lives, and the rest usually died some painful && brutal death. ( though, not literally. he couldn’t actually kill anyone. AGAIN. DESPITE WHAT THESE FUCKERS BELIEVE ! )
‘ ‘ not like i could help myself. ‘ ‘ he practically whistles, before slyly resting his back against the post . he sends a look to the other two, a sleazy grin appearing, && a shrug following after. ‘ ‘ nice view. ’ ‘ he comments, brows raising briefly. ‘ ‘ you should’ve seen it, bros ! ’ ‘ laughing erupts like a howl from josh, wriggling his arms again. but a vicious glare is sent chris’s way. despite what his invitation sounded like, ( or heavily implied. ), he’s sure he’d actually resort to murder if he found someone looking at sam ( the way he did. )
‘ ‘ not that y-you’re missing out. being ashley’s HERO and all. i’m sure she’s wet from all that BEST FRIEND KILLING you’ve done. ’ ‘ his gaze is immediately turned back to samantha, more of his energy spent on her. ‘ ‘ … all i did-was a little… okay, a lot, of harmless f-fun. so, whaddya say … l-let’s break this joint sam … sam! ’ ’ his brows furrow together in impatience, arms thrashing against the wooden post again, a g l a r e now thrown at her, ‘ ‘ LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING CHAIR ! ’ ’ he lashed out, unexpectedly. his anger burning quickly, before it was blinked away, his head shaking briefly. guilt pooled into his eyes, as his focus shifts all around the room, in uncertainty. visibly growing more nervous by the second. more afraid of being alone. isolated, in this very spot. he couldn’t be alone but they were going to … to leave him out here. weren’t they ?
‘ ‘ i - i don’t .. i don’t wanna be out here, man. ’ ’ he pleaded. ‘ ‘ don’t don’t leave me here … don’t … - p-please … sl-sl … sleepover … ’ ’ he faintly smiles, eyes gazing distantly upon the floor. ‘ ‘ we can ‘ave a lil’ sleepover. ’ ’