Only if I'm not dead by June ✨- dsmp highschool au

7

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU PHSYCOPATH." She screamed.

I walked behind her, placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, then proceeded to cut her neck at a slow paste. "Should've written a will before this." I said, not too loudly.

After cutting most of her neck, I let go of her and watched as her body fell onto the ground. Shit, I didn't think of this beforehand. I turned towards George and saw his face full of horror as he witnessed me kill her.

"You ok?"

He shook his head in response.

"You should get dressed first." I suggested, handing him his clothes.

He nodded as a response.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"Ok, and uhm, I swear this is my first time, I did not kill Ms Smith." I told him, he probably thought and still thinks I killed her, fuck he better not snitch on me, AND THE FUCKING CCTV CAMERA SHIT, THEY BETTER NOT HAVE ANY HERE.

"Uhhh, what are you gonna do with the body on the floor, we need to sneak it out, if we don't they'll probably figure it out soon if we keep it in here for someone to find it." He said, voice quiet and trembling. Would've been better if I thought of it before breaking a law or two.

"Any ideas on how we can get out of this one?" I ask him.

"Throw 'em out the window?" I said gesturing to the window covered by curtains.

"Eh, check if there's anyone on the streets for me."

"There's an old grandpa."

"Uhhhhhh, what's he doing?"

"Just walking by, really slowly."

"We can just wait till he passes by and is far enough so he won't be able to witness or hear any of this."

"Other people could pass by." Gogy suggested.

"Uhmm we can ask someone to somehow make him go faster for us?"

"Lock the doors first." He said pointing towards the door, gesturing for me to lock it.

"Oh, right." I went to lock it hoping it won't bring any suspicion.

"So, who can we ask?" I asked.

"Not Quackity, he's probably selling shit to some addicts in a corner somewhere, or fucking Wilbur."

"True, I don't know about the fucking part, there's Sapnap, but not sure if he can even talk to elderly without them having a heart attack because he can't control his mouth."

"Karl will just panic, maybe not, better not risk it."

"Techno will tell us to figure it out ourselves."

"Not Tommy."

"And him, Ranboo and Tubbo stick together like a kitkat, so there's only Wilbur left."

"But what if he's fucking Quackity?"

"He's probably not."

"You never know."

"I'll just ask him first."

----------Tall boy----------

You: WILBUR

WE NEED HELP

WE NEED UR HELP TO DO SOMETHING

CALL

WE NEED UR HELP TO HIDE A BODY

"You shouldn't just text him that you fucking killed someone, what is some random person saw it." George commented.

"I should delete that."

You: WILBUR

WE NEED HELP

WE NEED UR HELP TO DO SOMETHING

CALL

*deleted message*

I SWEAR WILBUR JUST FUCKING READ IT

I'M STARTING TO THINK THAT GEORGE IS RIGHT.

Read 9:28

Tall boy: WTF DO U WANT

You: CALLLLL

Tall boy: ok

incoming call from tall boy

"Wilbur help." I said into the phone.

"What the hell do you want Dream."

"Shhhhhh don't be so loud, just because the music outside is loud doesn't mean we want to risk it."

"Risk what? What did you idiots do this time?"

"I swear it was mainly Dream."

"In self defence."

"Not really but yes."

"What did you do in self defence Dream? And George."

"Don't say our names." George told him.

"Just tell me what you did already."

"I killed some drunk woman."

"Why?"

"Because she was r@ping George."

"Tf, George you ok?'

"Not really but we have a problem right now."

"We need your help to hide a person's corpse, if someone is recording our call then we're dead, shit I didn't think this through, (but it's fine because the author needs to somehow get through this chapter to write about Christmas so no one's gonna get caught, or will they?)

"What do you need me to do exactly?"

"There's this old man walking down the streets really slowly and we need him to be as far as possible."

"Mk, got it, I'll be right back, watch me through a window or something."

----------Wilbur pov ----------

One second ago I was sitting on the sofa drinking weird shit on the coffee table nearby, next thing you know Puffy handed me my phone that I left in the kitchen when I was making s'mores with random pork in the oven. I think I drank too much. When I turned on my phone all I saw was Dream spam texting me about an emergency, now I'm helping them hide a fucking corpse of some psychopath, this is not how I thought i would spend my monday evening.

How the fuck do I even distract him, I'll just find Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo to give him a heartattack, can't be that hard since he gives me heartattacks everyday anyways.

"TOMMY FUCKING GET OVER HERE." I yelled out.

"What the fuck do you want bitch?" He asked Tubbo and Ranboo, still trying to make something edible in the kitchen.

"We need to help Dream and George hide a body."

"WHAT DREAM AND GEORGE FUCKING KI-" He yelled, I covered his mouth to make sure no one can hear him.

"This is probably why they didn't tell you shit."

"What do you need me for?"

"We need to make sure that the old man on the street can walk faster so they can hide the fucking thing."

"Tf you would think that they would have a more pogger job than that for us."

"Are you going to help me give the man a heart attack or not?"

"I'll tell Tubbo and Ranboo that I'll be right back." He said grinning from ear to ear.

A/N

Sorry it took a while, this chapter is incomplete, I will finish it when I have time to, but I really want to write Christmas shit since Christmas is coming up and I like Christmas that's it. I'm also gonna edit the chapters that I wrote because I just realised how un-detailed it is. Theoretically I'll be updating more in the following month hopefully since winter break is coming up, though I'm not sure, it's currently way too late and I have school tmr. And I might make a new fic when I figure out the basic plot and storyline for it. Also most of this isn't edited bc I'm rushing this.

-Author :D