⋆ * ╰ ⋆ * ♙ ― @ofbaseballbats sent in ( this meme / accepting ) :
" you don't deserve any of this. i'm... i'm so sorry i dragged you into this mess... "
❛❛ Look, it’s not my worst Saturday night. ❜❜
a fresh lie, served with the usual smile. what worse night could be worse than this? HE DID NOTHING TO BE HERE ON THIS NIGHT OF TERROR. He hadn’t been a part of the original prank gone wrong ; yet, here he is in another prank as a means of vengeance for the first. Now, he could respect it, to a degree. After-all, had it been his sisters? Yeah, he’d want retribution. Fuck them. They might not have KILLED THEM , but it was a butterfly effect. What is and isn’t someone’s fault? Though the last prank was humiliating as a desired effect and this was terror initially, consequences all too real came after. He’s leaning against one of the pillars with crossed arms and scanning every detail in the lodge. the only figure that knew what they were up against just left the room to find a boy who apparently might already be dead. JOSH. the one who might have the same fate as the sisters he only wanted to avenge in an ill-state of mind. It’s the reason the smile offered as charity fades. He frowns at the door, imagination getting the best of him. He didn’t deserve the violent death of a monster.
He wants to say it so bad: the reality that they’re all fucked. Splitting up always has disastrous effects. He finds himself unable to pin-point who he was most angry at. Maybe just himself. He shouldn’t be here. This was a dare to himself to be here. He could be home instead. He pulls out a phone that has ten pending messages to his parents, but the service is nothing but a blockade. He’s frowning and decides to wander away from the place of attempted composure.
❛❛ fuck this . . . Molotov cocktails anyone? I’m not about to be a sitting duck, and the strange man had a whole flame-thrower. Safe bet fire is a weakness. Let’s go. Is there any gasoline stored around here? ❜❜













