#nonnie gets a fic that i gave up by the end cause i couldn't figure out what the hell was going on :/ lol my bad.

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Prompt: Kryoz — I can stop SMii7y.

Wc: 917.

John had come back with a Big Mac Meal and a Sprite. He expected everyone to be asleep until he switched the light on, and he found puddles of blood, a broken chair, and the dishes weren’t yet finished even though he told them to do it.

“I asked for one fucking thing,” John said under his breath as he placed the bag and drink on the table that wasn’t splashed with blood. “What happened?”

“Where’s your crazy boyfriend?” Byze asked, sneering at him from the floor. He was holding his bleeding arm that was covered in gauze. Unfortunately, the blood was seeping through it.

“Probably doing crazy shit,” John said, looking at the others. Matt was on the couch, frowning at his phone with a smashed screen. Oddly, it still worked.

“Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to guess?” John asked, grimacing at the idea of guessing what happened, but the knives were missing, so he was kind of understanding the situation.

“Called some people over,” said Byze, grasping his phone from the floor beside him, “Anthony said he’d be here soon with all the others...I don’t know who the others are, so you’re going to have to fill in the gaps, John.”

“Evan, Marcel, Brian, Brock, Tyler...David, maybe?” John said as he grabbed a mop from the closet in the hall and filled a bucket with water. “You didn’t bother cleaning up, also...you didn’t answer my question.”

“Thought maybe you would’ve figured it out, idiot,” said Byze.

Matt groaned as he laid down on the couch. “Can we please go to the hospital now. SMii7y will get arrested, and we might even be safe.”

“No,” said Byze and Kryoz.

“Your boyfriend freaked, said he saw some shit, then he started swinging a knife and me and Matt,” Byze explained.

John hummed. “Why would he swing a knife at you two? And where did he take the rest of the knives?” Byze didn’t answer, and John managed to do a half-ass job of cleaning. He did grab his food and munched quietly beside Byze until his friends arrived. They were mostly confused by what was going on, including the blood that was stinking up the house.

“Why didn’t you take him to a hospital?” Tyler glared.

“And get questioned and out SMii7y to the cops, fuck that,” said John.

“Better than sitting in your own wounds,” Evan said, checking Byze’s arm while Brian checked Matt’s.

“We’re not that badly wounded, are we?” Matt asked, a frantic look made him glance at Byze who shook his head.

“We’re fine, we just need to change the gauze.”

“And what about SMii7y?” David asked who was standing in the threshold of the backdoor, munching on a bag of chips.

Anthony had also arrived not too long after, and was helping Tyler clean up the blood that was staining the floor.

John sighed when everyone looked at him, waiting for an answer, “Fine. Fine. If you makes you guys so fucking happy, I might as well right?”

“I mean...yeah?” Evan said, frowning at him.

John closed his eyes for a moment. What did SMii7y see anyways? Did he watch a horror movie and freak out, or was he...seeing things from another place? The place in the corners of the room. The...bad things that talked in the walls. That isn’t right either? John didn’t know.

“I can stop SMii7y,” said John as if it were more a reassurance for himself than the others. He walked by David and headed into the night, hoping to find SMii7y, it was crying and whimpering that led him to where he was. It was so quiet that the wind spoke in his ears, making him shiver and curse under his breath.

SMii7y wasn’t even that far away from the house. He was standing on the street, talking to people at a house party. They were asking him questions, but SMii7y was shaking his head. He had soft brown hair and wore black jacket and blue jeans. He looked...normal enough, not someone who freaked out and stabbed his friends.

“Hey.”

SMii7y tilted his head. “Hey.”

“Get over here!” John said.

SMii7y rolled his eyes and trudged his way over to John. “What?”

“Where’s the knives?” John asked.

SMii7y shrugged his shoulders, moving his arms slightly. “I threw them in a bush somewhere.”

“Why?”

“I thought I would stab them again.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why, fuck...are they alive?” SMii7y asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes. They’re alive, Byze called some people over, they might want to know that you’re okay.”

“Or they called the police...again.”

“No, they won’t call the fucking police, and you’re coming back with me so you can clean up Jordan and Matt’s damn wounds yourself,” said John, grasping SMii7y’s arm, and dragged him down the street.

“I’m sorry…” SMii7y muttered.

“Tell them that.”

SMii7y breathed in, muttering sorry over and over again until they returned to the house. Evan, Tyler, and the rest had stayed in the house, watching a movie.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are,” Byze muttered.

“I really am…”

“This wound didn’t hear you,” Matt said, waving his arm that was bandaged up with gauze.

“I’m sorry,” SMii7y gritted his teeth, pushing Matt’s arm out of his face.

Kryoz wasn’t really sure what was going on with SMii7y, but maybe next time, he’ll just bring him next time he goes for a run to get take-out.