Calling the boys:
“Hi, I think I killed someone.
Help, what do I do?” ╥﹏╥
Damon: "Rosebud, what…? Are you hurt?!" you hear DG cackle in the background DG: "Yo, MC! Send a pic?" Damon: "We don't need a pic right now. MC, where are you? We'll pick you up." DG: "Wait-! Waaaait! You need to check if they're really dead first! MC, kick them! Go for the crotch!" Damon: "DG." his tone drops, suddenly colder "They're scared. Stop giggling like a hyena." softer, to you "My love, are they on the floor? Are you alone with the body right now?" DG: "Speaking of which—shit. We’re out of bleach. Completely…" Damon: mutters "I told you we should’ve bought more…" then louder, focused on you again "Okay, listen carefully. Don’t panic. First—don’t touch anything with your bare hands if you haven’t already. Use your sleeve, shirt hem, whatever. If there’s blood on you, don’t try to wash it off yet; that spreads it. Just… stay calm." DG: "Roll them in whatever you’ve got. Carpet, tarp, shower curtain, big trash bags—duct tape the seams if you can find any. Makes transport way less messy. Oh! And prop the head up with something. Blood pools downward; you don’t want a crime scene that looks like a fucking fountain when we get there." Damon: "MC… whatever happened, it's okay. We’ll take care of everything. Just stay on the line. We’re coming for you right now. I promise." DG: cheerful as ever "And if they twitch again, knee them in the face. Hard. Breaks the nose, fills the airway, hehehe… You’re doing great, pup! First kill’s always the messiest. We’ll clean it up nice and pretty for you~"
