A/N: Since no opinions were given on the options, I came up with a different idea. Thankfully, this book is nearly done, so I can start working on it. It will appeal to the emos, I guarantee. It's like a Hogwarts ripoff, but cooler.
The next morning, you woke up feeling much better. I wouldn't say refreshed, but you weren't cold or tired and you could breathe normally. The house was quiet when you woke up, and that was when it really set.
You don't know why it took seven dead bodies for you to realize that everyone was turning on each other. Why was everyone turning on each other? All you could really grasp was that there was, counting you, six people left. A majority of the house was dead.
Trying to shove down the disturbing thought, you searched the house for everyone. No one was in their bedrooms, kitchen, basement, bathroom, no where. However, you did notice that the front door was ajar.
Stepping outside, you saw everyone gathered around another grave. Sighing, you went over to the sad excuse of a funeral service and followed suit.
Jeff didn't look too bad with neat hair. Toss aside the fact that he was a serial killer with a bit of a scarred face, and he might have been pretty. But, of course, you would never admit that.
"So, you were going to have a funeral without me?" You spoke up finally.
"We figured you'd want to sleep." Elliott replied.
"You figured wrong."
No one's eyes moved from Jeff's body. He was still in the same clothes as yesterday, you noticed. And he had something sticking out of his pocket. It was small and thin, it looked like a piece of paper.
"Well, I guess we should bury-" Pennywise began, but you waved a hand to shut him up.
"No, not yet." You jumped down into the grave and picked up the paper from his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Pennywise cried out, honestly quite shocked that you had jumped into an occupied grave.
You didn't reply. You were busy looking at the paper. It was a picture of Jeff, Liu and two other people in front of a house. It looked like a nice house, and I had a 'SOLD' sign in the background. They all had their arms around each other, and everyone was smiling. You flipped the paper over to see writing.
"Jeff, Liu, Peter, and Margaret. A happy family in a new home!"
This was Jeff's family.
You put the picture back in Jeff's pocket and held up your hand, waiting for someone to pull you out. Michael grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the grave like you weighed nothing. You watched as Pennywise picked up the shovel and began to shovel the dirt into the grave, but you weren't there. You couldn't stop thinking about that picture.
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You had been quiet since the funeral. You couldn't get that picture out of your head, of Jeff and his family. He had a life. Friends. A school. It was weird to think that, at some point, Jeff was a normal kid. He probably had dinosaur phase, maybe even a car phase. He looked like could look at a Mustang for hours and not get bored.
"You've been too quiet today. What's bugging you?"
"I can't stop thinking about that picture. The one in Jeff's pocket."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that he was normal at some point. He had a family."
"Weren't you aware of that?"
"Yeah, but it's weird seeing them. Dead people, I mean."
"You'll get used to it."
"Ten bucks I won't."
"Ten bucks you'll enjoy the spaghetti I'm about to make. Goodbye."
Michael left the room, leaving you and Jed alone. You sighed, not really wanting to talk to Jed. Ever since he'd killed Freddy, he'd been more agitated and hostile. The other day, he tried to fight Billy. It took you, Michael, Elliott, and Pennywise to pull him off of Billy. You didn't even know what they were fighting for. All you knew was that this wasn't the Jed you met nearly a year ago.
"HAVE TO TALK." Jed passed you a note as you tried to walk out of the room.
"What?" You asked, trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.
"WANT TO GO HOME. EVERYONE KILLING EACH OTHER. DON'T WANT TO DIE. "
"You... are home. You live here." You reminded him, slightly confused.
"NO. HOME. WITH DRAYTON AND CHOP-TOP AND NUBBINS AND GRANDMA AND GRANDPA."
"Okay, so why don't you leave?" You inquired.
"POLICE MIGHT STILL BE LOOKING."
"I guarantee they aren't. I go out almost every day; the most cops I've seen was at an antique shop after someone stole something, and they were only three cops. They aren't looking for you."
"WHAT IF THEY ARE."
"They aren't. And besides, just take your skinsuit thing off. They won't recognize you."
"CAN'T."
"Why not?"
Jed started to get frustrated, you could tell. You thought you were an idiot, and that was a fact.
"RECOGNIZE MY FACE. RECOGNIZABLE."
"What's so recognizable?" You asked.
That question had an answer that made you feel slightly nauseous.
Jed took off his mask to reveal many scars on his face. What they were from, you didn't know. Considering his line of work, you didn't want to know.
"There's makeup." You suggested. "You could cover your scars."
"CAN DRIVE ME TO THE FARM."
"I don't know where the farm is."
Jed wrote down something on his paper before tearing it off and handing it to you.
SAWYER FAMILY FARM
36482 NE FRANKLIN RD
POTH, TX
78147
A/N: I don't think that's an actual address and I pray that it's not.
"Texas..." You murmured. "Jed, I can't take you there. Fortunately, I know someone who can. Just, promise you won't kill him."
"PROMISE."
"Alright. I've got a call to make. I'll be right back."
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"Okay," You sighed, walking back into the room. "My friend is going to pick you up at nine P.M and drive you to Texas. Please, play nice. Don't be offended when I tell you this. I told him that you had a child-like mindset and anger issues just so that he stays in line and doesn't upset you. I also told him that you're mute, so that should really insure it."
"NOT MAD. THANK YOU. WANT TO PACK."
"Then go pack. I'll let everyone know in the meantime."
"THANK YOU. I PACK."
You and Jed exited the room. Jed headed upstairs to pack his belongings. You, however, went into the kitchen to find Michael. He had rolled his sleeves up, a rare sight, considering Michael rarely even took off his mask, not even to eat. He just shoved the food up through the neck. Watching him eat a hot dog was so comical you never ate yours.
"Michael?" You called out, spooking the mountain.
He turned around quickly, raising the knife he was using to chop up tomatoes.
"You scared me."
"Well, considering you're a serial killer, I'll take that as a compliment. Listen, we gotta talk."
"Can I finish making the spaghetti?"
"No, it's-- Actually, I'll bring up during dinner. Need and help?"
"Do you know how to cook meatballs?"
"Do I look like an idiot?"
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Everyone watched from inside your house as Jed got into C/N's car. You watched, standing awkwardly in the yard, as C/N closed the trunk. To everyone inside, the words were inaudible. But, to you, it was quite the important conversation.
"He usually communicates through writing. It's a little hard to read, but just look at it for a while. Here, what does this say?" You asked, holding up the paper with the farms' address.
"Umm.. Sawyer's Family Parm? Like, Parmesan?" C/N guessed.
"Close; it's Farm. Here, you got a pen?"
C/N pulled a pen from his pocket and handed it to you. You copied the address on the back of the paper before handing it to him.
"Drive safe. We'll catch dinner when you get back."
C/N's smiled at you before quickly embracing you.
"His name's Ted, right?"
"Jed, stupid." You laughed, releasing him.
At this point, you no longer really had a crush on C/N. He was more like a brother. But, you couldn't be too sure.
"See you soon, Y/N."
"Yep. Goodbye, Jed!" You called, loud enough for Jed to hear through the window.
"Do not ask what happened to his face." You whispered as Jed waved to you, and to everyone in the house.
C/N nodded and walked around to the driver's side of a car. He smiled one more time before getting in the car and driving away.
"Good luck, Jed."