"I'm Thinking This Is a Problem We Can Solve Together" (Jevon One-shots)

Owning Hearts Is Risky

They ignore me again and head into a room to the left. I pause. Why the hell are they still walking around? I slowly make my way to the door of which they entered. I take a sharp inhale before harshly letting it out and grasping the door knob. I twist it and pull before going inside. As I slowly walk in the room, I notice that I'm in the auditorium.

"Hello?" I call out. I look around for the figure that led me here. Speaking of the said figure they seem to have disappeared. I walk towards the stage checking the seats of the auditorium for any potential threats or victims. I look towards the stage before hearing a laugh behind me. I quickly turn my back to the stage to find the source of laughter to only see absolutely nothing. "CHUCKY!" I yell again. There's a pause before a voice finally answers me.

"No Jake...it's not Chucky right now. Guess again." He says. My body is yet again turning and I see the one person I'd never expect to see. Junior smiles at me. "What's up Cousin? You good? Look like you've seen a ghost." He comments with a smirk. My eyes shift down to his left hand and my blood runs cold when I see what he's holding. He follows the trail of my eyes before chuckling.

"Oh this? Yeah, I got it from your friend...your very best friend actually. You might even call him your friend til the end." He informs me. I can tell that without a doubt that all the color that was just on my face has just vanished. How did he know about Chucky?

"What did he do to you? How do you know about him?" I asked finally reacquainted with my own voice. "What? You surprised I'm in your mediocre club now? Your "who knows about Chucky" group. Yeah, he told me himself when you left for Devon's house a few days ago when my dad was still alive." He says. I furrow my eyebrows. What did he mean by "still?"

"Junior...what happened to your dad?" I inquiry. "I killed him....yeah he was irritating me. He was just nagging and nagging and I just couldn't stand his voice anymore so I had to get him to stop doing everything for the rest of my life. You seem suprised. You out of everyone in this town should know about abusive dads dying." He rants. He catches my gaze of question before continuing.

"No Jake my dad wasn't physically abusing me like yours...thank God. He was being verbally abusive..that shit fucks with your head all the same though, so I figured why not? It was fun. I beat him to death with your doll. I would say he was enjoying himself." I suddenly couldn't breathe. What in the actual hell?

Junior starts to move from his place on the stage. He's making his way to the stairs, closer to me. I can't move, I'm too shocked. Too confused. Too unresponsive, possibly for my own good. He gets face to face with me, like when I found out about his mom's so called suicide. "You didn't ask me the big question Jake...ask me now. Go ahead, don't be shy." He coaches.

"Why are you here?" I voice after a long pause. He smiles again. "Well...I have a knife, I have the motive, and I have the perfect person in mind to kill right in my face. I meant what I said, you should have stayed away from me." He answers. I blink, my feet still numb and incapable of moving. "Ask me the other question." He speaks again.

"Where is he?" I say instantly. He bites his lip to stop himself from smiling...it fails. He lets out a breathy laugh whilst shaking his head in amusement and knowingness. "Turn around Jake." He says. I don't. He brings his knife to me face and starts directing me to do as he said.

My face moves and I'm met with the sight of Chucky with his own knife practically glued to his hand and smiled etched onto his plastic face. "Hidey fucking ho! Did you miss me you boring son of a bitch?" He greets me. "Fuck you!" I spit at him. His face scrunches up in anger. "Jake...that's not how to speak to your best friend." He responds.

"You killed my dad! And my cat, Oliver, helped kill my uncle, my principal, possibly my aunt, and detective Evans. God knows who else, we're sure as hell not friends. I hope you rot in hell you sack of shit." I disagree with him. He scrunches up his face even more after I remind him of all of his victims. "First of all, when I killed your dad I helped you, you kids nowadays are so ungrateful. You're too much of a pussy to do it yourself." He starts.