Jack's POV
After dinner we all went back to Mark's house. Y/n was still shaken up a little. I'm not really surprised. So much shit has happened today. I can't help but feel bad for the kid. Once we got to Mark's house Bob, Wade, Y/n, and I sat down in the living room and just started to talk about stupid shit that has happened in our lives. Mark when into the kitchen to get drinks and Aaron went to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes I realized something. "Hey Mark?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Aaron?" Mark walked into the living room.
"I thought he was in here with you guys," His eyes widen. He dropped the cup the was in his hand and ran out of the room. I got up and followed the now concerned Mark. I don't know if the others followed. I was too scared for Aaron. Mark was pounding on the locked bathroom door, asking Aaron if he was alright. There was no answer...
Mark then started yelling at the wooden door demanding Aaron to unlock the door. Again no answer.
"Aaron, open the damn door!" I yelled as well. I then noticed that the others were behind me. Y/n was hiding Wade who was towering over them. Finally Mark had enough and was trying to break down the door. He yelled for Bob to get the bathroom key which was in a drawer in the kitchen.
Once Bob came back and gave Mark the key, Mark desperately fiddled with the lock to get it open. Once he opened the door and barged in he fell to the ground and started to break down crying. I walk into the bathroom and instantly felt sadness. I told Y/n not to come in, because this could scar em'. Both Bob and Wade walked Y/n into the living room. I sat down next to Mark and hugged him. "Why? Why did this have to happen to us? Aaron had nothing to do with this, and he's the one who had the pay the price," By now I was crying as well. I looked up to see that something was written on the mirror.
L̴̜̥̩̠̼̣̺̻͐̽̉̕̚͞o͎̠̰͓̞͉͖̝͓̗̓͐͆̅͐̐̃͝ǭ̢̳̻͕̱̣̤̝̏̉̐̔̚͜ķ̴̪͈̳̮̜̠̉͒̄͊̓̇͟͟͠ w̶̙̗͔̮͎͛͛͐́́̆̍h̸̗̭͔̭̱͈͓͇̬̏͌̇͊̃̒͑̊̋͟ā̴̡̞͔̮͎͖̘̯͖̏̍́̒͌͑̕͢t̷͈̜̦̠͈̦̫̹̺́̎̀̈̐ y̛͕͙̖̠̝̌́͋͌͆̀͟ǫ̮̺̘̙͇̫̦̩̹͛͂̄͒͑̆̕̚̕͞ṳ͍͖̠̬̲͒̌̊̄̈́̇͛̔͜͡'̭͕̼̖͉̫͗̐͆̈́͜͝v̟̫̮̫̰͆̈́̂̄̂͟͜ȩ̢͍̝͕͒̓̈́̏̌ͅͅ d̸̛̬̬̘̩̣̭̱͈̦́̐͗͛͟͡ö̸̪̣̹̱̦̤̭́́̄̋̎̌n̴̛͇̥͔̪̪͚̍̔̀̄̄̕̕͝è̵̞̭͎͉̝̘̱̙̯͐͗̓̈́͘ ņ̶̢̙̰̜͎̼̪͑͌̉͊͌̐͋͐̏o̵̧̖̤̮̻̻̳͖̠͒̆͛̔̈̃͌͝͝ͅw̛͙̠͓͇̍̾͢͜͞͝
̰̠̗͉̥̔̅̉́͊̊̄̉͟͞͞
̶̧̨̡̧͔͔̗̩̜̄̉͆́͊͆-̵̠͖̹̖̱̜̫̯͉̍͌͂̎͒͋̿A̞͚͓̞̝͈͊̽͐̈́̉̂̔̕̕ͅ ṇ̵̨͓̹̼͔͍̀̒̾̅̾̊̚̕̕͘.̨̫̻̟͓͔̳̓͂̌̄̋̔.̴̧̗̙̫͇͖̠̒̌̒̀̓͛͟͝͡t̶͎͕̻̠̖́̄̂͋͢͜͡ͅi̛̙͇͕͎̝̱̖͉̓̅̇͊͌̓͊̚͝
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A̛͇̮̬͓̳͆͌̊̄̏̀͒̕n̢̡͈̩̙̠͑̒̓̓͂ţ̲͕̻̯̹̬̈́̏̎̓̕͡i̩̺̦̖̻̤̰̱̙͈̒̋̓͂̂̚'̡̞͎̮̰̮̦̪̘͌̑͑̇͑͌͜ş̧͇̣͎͌̅̆̈́͘̕͠ͅ P̵̛̳̰̝̭̻͙̏͑̈̎̋̇͢Ơ̛̹̞̪͔̼̬͕̜͎̅̀̾̑͟͞V̨͙̪͇̭͍̮͎̺̒̐́̾̑́̐̄́ͅ.̰̟̺̭̘̱͇̳̭̒́̎̃̈́͊ͅ
25 minutes ago
After I fled the crime scene I ran down the street. My hand stained with the blood of the innocent. Although I highly doubt that disgrace of a man was "innocent".
After running for a while I came across a house I know too well.
Mark Fischbach's house.
I snuck in a window. Little did I know is that that window was to the bathroom. Thank lord Zalgo that no one was in the bathroom at the time. I was about to leave the bathroom when I heard someone walking towards my position. I quickly and quietly hid in the corner of the bathroom. The person who was walking my way was Aaron or "Yamimash". Sucks to be him. When he turned around to close the bathroom door I leapt from my hiding place and covered his mouth so he couldn't scream for help. After of which I whispered to him.
I͔͓͖͓͓͙͚͈͕͆͊̈́͗̇̿͡ t̴̹̬̗̟̯̺̬̼̄͐͡͝͠h̶̨͖̮͎̲̙̜͚͓̞́̑͐̔͌͞į̷̛̛̜̻͙̳̤̥̻̬̃̆̾̃͝ņ̵̼͎̝̙͇̻̏̐̏̔͌͘͞k̷̦̳̰̫͇͈̩̟̇̎͑̄͐̂ͅ y͇̲̯̩͉̑͌̄̈̃̉̆̚o̶͚̹͓̮̺͈͌͊̈́͞͞ͅu̺̤̫͈͉̼͓͂̏̅̀̓͌͒̿͟ͅ'̸̯͓͈̬̺̺͚͙͛͊̌́̍̈̃̚͘v̢̢͉̣̦̞́̏̎̇̾͘e͔̥͉̜̣̞̳̓́̀̍͠͞ b̵̹̲̙͉̥͎̥̐̿̿̽̆̍͐̐̚e̢͈͈͓̖̤͌̓̈̔͋̄͂̇͘̕ȇ̢͉̥̦̬̫̉̓̌͑̕͟͢ń̴̡͍͙̝̫͈̳̬͗̉̚̚ ṟ̣̺̠̆́͗̋͒͡͝͞͝͡ͅẻ̪̗̟͖͚͎͛̌̇̌̾͝p̡̲̲͎̤͓̮͕͈̌͌̈́͗̎̒͐̎͞ļ̧͓̼̳̦̰̐̇̓̽͆́͡͝͡a̗̦̤͎͕̰͋̈͒̒̓͊͢c̢̛̮̥̹͖̭̣̝̋̾̽͂̅̔͗e̡̧̟͎͚͎̳͔̯̰͌̾̚͞͡͡ḋ̨͎͉̞̆̓̉̔̂͜ m̩͙͇͇̘̒̂̂̌̌̔̑͢͠y̨̢̟̩̬̦͓̳̫̆̏͋̍̇̓̒͂̏͢͠ d̴͈̗̝̲͎͋͒̑͐͒͆͌̆ḙ̴̡̗̩̹͕̞͌͂̐͐͢͟͝á̴̯̻̦̮̳̲̱͓̩̹̒̈͋̉̈́͛͑͛r̨̛͎̲̼̼̻̯̟̤̠͗͆̂̓͘͞ f̶̢̢̦̼͙̟̙̫̅̓͗͛̿͢͡r̸̻̺̮̻̟̼̥̟̂̾͌̉̐̚͞i̴̧̻̼͙̫͂̈́͌̎̇͐ȩ̵̻̠̟̘̩͔̘͊̿̀̉͋͠n̺̣̝͉̪̳͚̒̏́̾̎̚͡d̪͕̪̯̞̺͛̒͌͗̄̽̀̆̓͟͠.̴͎̭̙͈̩̜̳̄͂̃̊͆͜ͅ
̶̧̬̘̘̟͖̇͆͒̋͠͠ͅ
̧̤̜̖̱̆̅̈́͂͡͝ͅͅM̛͇̱̺͍͕͙͕̘͙̑́̈̂̊̀͠͠͝ͅa̰̫̫̬̱̒͗̾͌͞͡ṝ̛̻͈̦̇́̆̔̒̓͟k̢̫̬̰̱̤͙̗̅͐̌̐̈̉̑̚̚͢ d̰̰̜͈̥͖̫̆̊̌̉͗̑͢͞ỏ͓̬̲̭͈̯͓̖̹͐̉͐̚͝͡͠ͅe̡̢͕̰̹̻͒̒́̄̇̂̔̀͆͊s̛̬̜͍̫̻̪̰̓͂̓͆͛̉̏̽n̨̩̝̯̩͑̅́͌̀̋͟͢͠'̢͕͕͙̼̓̏̓̏̒́̈́͗͡ť̶̡͖̗̳̆̄̍̃͟ ŝ̛͍̭̩̼̥̖̯̟̠̼̎̃̇̎e̢͙͓̤͚̼̻̋̐̃͗̔͞e̡̨̛̛͈̙̦͎͉͛̓̇̾̌̕m̧͇͇͇̗͇͔̓͂̃̐̚ t̵̨̫̖͔͇̠͙̋̉̋̍̒͠ǫ̴̖̭̝̼̞̦͇̺̏̒͂̉͡ c̞̭̲͇͎̏͌̽̒̒͐͆̀͝a̵͔̗͓̪͓̫͌̄͂̈́̔̍̌͢͝r̸̛̪̹̹̖̗̓͛̉̓̉̅͐̔̽e̻̺̩͙̻͆͗̑͝͠ ã̷̧̢̠͚̻̠͉͑̈́͌̍̕̚͝b̢̨̞͉̣̣̪͈̔͆́̓͌̇̍̒̊͒ǫ̶͕͎̗͋́̒̑̄̚̚̚͢͠ư̭͉̯̞̩͈̜̰̜͒͆̑͌͛͟͞t̛̟̥̼̤̲̑̊̆͗́͟ y̴̱̯̰̭͖͔̤̗̟̩̎͊́̂͂̏̓̅̈́ơ̛̞̤͙͈̝͑̀̓ū̴͔̭̰̮̝̹̋̔͆͗́̄̇͢ á̵̡̳͍̪̞̣̗̮́̏̋̃͡n̛̼̫̪̬̗̘͎͉̓̆̒̔̈́̓ẏ̸̢̥̲̣̺̪̑̃͂̀͜͠͝m̴͖̙͓̹̠̃͊̓̆͌̑͌͠͠o̺͈̘͎͕̓́̀̑̔͠ṙ̰̱̼͓̖͎̿̆̐͢͡ͅe̛͖̫͈̣̜̎͊̎̃̒͆͡ͅ.̧̻̙̼̃̃̊́̋̅͐̆̚͢͜
̛̲͔̤͙͈͚͎̘̝̠̏̂̈́̍̑̂̿H̛͔͕̝͍̻̣͎̬̆͒̋͛̃̅͘͢͟͝͠ǫ̶̭̳͓͕̭̮̖̒̅́̊͆͌͂͢p̟͔̩͎̦̙͎̙̺͒͐̍͐̎ě̶̡̻͔̝̹̰̟͓͇̊̿͑͂̌̀͘̚͘f̶̡͓̯̘̫̞̓͆̊͐̈́̂̃̽͝u̴̱̲̣̼̲͈̖̼̒̐̉̓̒͂͂͊̽͟l̢̡̛͎̖͓̝̩̞͌͌̓̎͂͢͟ĺ̷̻̯̟̫̬̈́̄̇̍̏͞͡͝y̸̛̙͚̣̰̟̯̻͚̆̽͂͆̄͊̚ h̵̨̛͈̪̭̼̲͔̼̰͋͌̌̆͗͌͊ͅė̢̟͇̙̙͉̦̺̝̎͑̒̏́̚͟͝ d̸͉̳̮͕̪͉̘̱͙͛̔͗̇͂̆̈́͂̕o̸̡̨͔̝̺͓͊̋͂͋̚͡e͉̭̤͎̅͆̔̈́̆͛̀͢͞s̪̲̯̱̿͌̍̑̽͗̽͘͟͝n̵̨̮̺̪̜̝͚̿͑̀̽͐͑̄̕͜͠'̴̢̢͕̰̘̮̰̥͆͗̈̆̀̓͢͡͞t̡̬͇̹̣̺̼̰̭̓͒̎̂̚ ç̵̛͇̣͈̦͋͊̏͗́͛̅̉͡ḁ̴̛͚̺̫͚̤̘̭͂͂̃͛̑̕͜͞r͇̰̲͑̽̿̄̈́́̀̀͋͟ͅë̴̫̰̯͇̬̮̣̯́͛̅̀̏̐̓͂̌̒͜ f̶̻̹͇͈̬̂̾̀͑̔̀͒̾͌͜͠ǒ̧̳̫̯̘͓͓͖́̈͌̍͗̚͟͞͠r̷̛͉̼̗͖͚̠͓̯͔͊͋̀̃ y̴̡̬̤͈͖̞̳͔̺̐̋́̕͘o̢̙̻̩̞͑̒̎̌̓̾́̓̂͜͟ų̨̠̠̟̜̽̀̃͒͐̈́̕͘͟͝͠r̵̢̯̯͍͙͓͎̮̀̒͊͋͋̔̓͌̈̚͟ͅ l̡̙͇̟̗̀̆̉̋̾̃̚i̵͚̗̦̥̺͗̌̉̿̽͌̍͌͘͞f̧̧̠̼̹̥͍̉́̃̎̾̚̕͟͠ͅe̵̫̥̟̥̱͓͙͕͚̋̒̃̈́͗͠͡.̷̦̮̩͙͍̣̏̀͗͛͘͘͟
I then easily snapped his neck, slit his throat, and set him up for the others to find. But not without leaving a message. After all I want to take credit for my work.
L̴̜̥̩̠̼̣̺̻͐̽̉̕̚͞o͎̠̰͓̞͉͖̝͓̗̓͐͆̅͐̐̃͝ǭ̢̳̻͕̱̣̤̝̏̉̐̔̚͜ķ̴̪͈̳̮̜̠̉͒̄͊̓̇͟͟͠ w̶̙̗͔̮͎͛͛͐́́̆̍h̸̗̭͔̭̱͈͓͇̬̏͌̇͊̃̒͑̊̋͟ā̴̡̞͔̮͎͖̘̯͖̏̍́̒͌͑̕͢t̷͈̜̦̠͈̦̫̹̺́̎̀̈̐ y̛͕͙̖̠̝̌́͋͌͆̀͟ǫ̮̺̘̙͇̫̦̩̹͛͂̄͒͑̆̕̚̕͞ṳ͍͖̠̬̲͒̌̊̄̈́̇͛̔͜͡'̭͕̼̖͉̫͗̐͆̈́͜͝v̟̫̮̫̰͆̈́̂̄̂͟͜ȩ̢͍̝͕͒̓̈́̏̌ͅͅ d̸̛̬̬̘̩̣̭̱͈̦́̐͗͛͟͡ö̸̪̣̹̱̦̤̭́́̄̋̎̌n̴̛͇̥͔̪̪͚̍̔̀̄̄̕̕͝è̵̞̭͎͉̝̘̱̙̯͐͗̓̈́͘ ņ̶̢̙̰̜͎̼̪͑͌̉͊͌̐͋͐̏o̵̧̖̤̮̻̻̳͖̠͒̆͛̔̈̃͌͝͝ͅw̛͙̠͓͇̍̾͢͜͞͝
̰̠̗͉̥̔̅̉́͊̊̄̉͟͞͞
̶̧̨̡̧͔͔̗̩̜̄̉͆́͊͆-̵̠͖̹̖̱̜̫̯͉̍͌͂̎͒͋̿A̞͚͓̞̝͈͊̽͐̈́̉̂̔̕̕ͅ ṇ̵̨͓̹̼͔͍̀̒̾̅̾̊̚̕̕͘.̨̫̻̟͓͔̳̓͂̌̄̋̔.̴̧̗̙̫͇͖̠̒̌̒̀̓͛͟͝͡t̶͎͕̻̠̖́̄̂͋͢͜͡ͅi̛̙͇͕͎̝̱̖͉̓̅̇͊͌̓͊̚͝
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Sorry for all you Yamimash fans who want to kill me now.
Fern Out!!
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