Tewtiy goes insane oops

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"DAMNIT JEROME!" Tewtiy yelled, kicking the cupboard next to him, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO-" He took a deep breath, "Actually no, I'm sorry for yelling. Can you please come out so we can talk?" Jerome was shaking now, Tewtiy had lost his mind. Jerome didn't dare call anyone, Tewtiy would hear and he would surely be killed. 

'He would never go through that threat', Jerome thought, trying to convince himself.

"Jerome pleaseeeee, don't make things even more difficult," He complained, scratching words into the counter with his small switchblade, "Jerome I really want-" His sentence was cut off by the kitchen's front door opening.

"What's going on in here?" A young woman's voice rang through the large room. Jerome shut his eyes, hoping that she would just go away and leave before anything bad happened. "What are you doing! put the knife-" Jerome only heard a loud spluttering noise. The woman's body slumped to the ground with a dull thud.

Jerome couldn't see anything as Tewtiy grabbed the handle, ripping the knife out of her skull. "See Jerome, this is what happens when you cross me, and if you don't come out in ten seconds, I'll do the same to the other customers in this lovely place,"

Jerome was completely still, tears pouring down his face. "Five, Four, Three," He couldn't find any will to move a muscle, "Two, One," Jerome closed his eyes, listening to Tewtiy's voice slowly move away from his position. "Time's up, look at what you've done," Tewtiy laughed, exiting the kitchen after taking two more knives from the wall. Jerome felt cowardly as he fumbled in the dark for his phone to dial the police.

Only a few tables were filled in the dimly lit room as Tewtiy threw on a kitchen apron, walking to the door whilst muttering under his breath, "Good, this will be quick and easy," He nonchalantly strolled across the empty dance floor. He shoved a table in front of the doors, locking them from the inside, confident in his abilities to stop people running to the back or small blind covered windows. Then he turned to the confused customers, watching him with strange looks. "Now you all die," He grinned, pulling the two knives from the pocket on the front of his apron.

His first victim was a middle aged man, who had pulled out his phone, shakily dialing the first two numbers of a call that would never be completed.

Tewtiy simply swung his butcher knife through his wrist, letting his severed hand fall to the ground. Blood flowed quickly from the wound as everyone started screaming. The man yelled for help, quickly getting silenced with a knife to the heart.

Chaos ensued, the remaining eight people scattering from the scene like cockroaches without heads. A few tried to move the tables blocking the one of only two doors, one person kneeling at the body of the man, and two running back to the kitchen. Tewtiy targeted the ones going to the kitchen, he already knew Jerome would be there to watch.

Sure enough, Jerome was still in the cupboard, unable to think or process what was happening. He whimpered silently along with the screams, all he could see in his head was Mitch's eyes losing their glow, and his last words. He finally kissed him, after all those years, to lose him forever. Jerome's thoughts and heart stopped as he saw a little boy about nine years old and his mother run into the kitchen through the slight opening in the cupboard. The mother fell first, a short knife lodged in her back, and the little boy screamed, rushing to her body. Every sane fiber in Jerome's body told him to get out with the kid and run, but before he could make a move Tewtiy appeared in a flash, cleanly decapitating the child in one swoop. Jerome covered his mouth in shock, scrunching himself against the back wall, already smelling the thick scent of blood from the people as well as his soaked clothing.

The next victim Tewtiy targeted was teenager trying to hide behind an overturned table. Tewtiy snagged a lit candle from the reception stand. He quietly snuck behind the girl, holding the candle at the ready. "Hey kid, heads up," She glanced up, terror filling her eyes. Tewtiy shoved the candle into her left eye. She clawed at the drying wax dripping from her eye socket. Tewtiy used his switchblade to carve out their other eye, then stabbed her shoulder multiple times before leaving the girl to bleed out.

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