#sowwwy 4 long post party rockin

[vampireghostlawyer]

the year is 2013. you wake up on a cloudy saturday morning and run to your computer. you spent the night talking your internet friend out of suicide because you got in an argument about the vocaloid songs they always send you. they seem to be fine so you send them a few messages and then hop on quotev. your story about being kidnapped by an emo serial killer is doing exceptionally well today, 50 new likes! you should write a new chapter. you google image search “emo couple pictures” and use ms paint to add your title to it and make it into your new cover art. you put on your black parade shirt and black skinny jeans and part your hair as far to the side as it will go.

your ipod touch just gave you a notification! it’s from your death note roleplay group. the mello and near of the group are arguing again, so as L, it’s your job to calm them down, even if you wanted it to be a soul eater rp chat in the first place so you could be death the kid. someone’s spamming the chat with a bunch of scary ooc messages about wanting to kill people again, so you log off for the day. it’s always the light yagami guys, you swear.

your friend isn’t responding to your messages, so you watch some scourge amvs to listen to the sad and angry music in them. your mom knocks on your door, but you ignore it. you’re still not talking to her after she made fun of your fingerless gloves at dinner last night in front of the whole family.

by afternoon time, you’re getting pretty bored of the let’s plays you’ve been watching, but luckily, your friend has finally responded. you open up the message to find a bunch of gibberish and ranting. maybe they got hacked? you go to their page and sure enough, all of their frerard stamps have been replaced with weird gifs of some weird monster thing with stretched out limbs and a blank staring face crawling in a window. hey wait a minute, that window looks a lot like-

goddammit, mom’s knocking again. you swing the door open, expecting a bad grade or god forbid, she found your tumblr account, but instead, you’re greeted with plain air. mom’s nowhere to be found. she’s not even in her bedroom when you check. that’s weird. then what was knocking?

you make your way back to your room and shrug off the feeling of dread that’s been clouding you since you woke up. there’s more drama in your friend group, since ashleigh and alexx are both using the same kellin quinn flower crown edit as their profile picture. you don’t take sides, since you don’t know who had it first. besides, with how things are going, you’re pretty sure alexx will settle for the matching vic fuentes one and they’ll be friends again in no time. a cool breeze threatens your side part and you realize with a start that your window’s open. did you do that?

no.

no you didn’t.

your eyes land on the smear of black on your window sill, following more of them to your closet entrance. your closet is shut tight, but you always leave it that way, since you watch horror videos late into the night every day. you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing the smudges were probably just stray eyeliner and turn to sit back down in your chair, until -wait. is that your zatsune miku cosplay wig on the floor? no way, you painstakingly brush that wig out every week, there’s no way you’d just throw it on the floor like that. in fact, it was hanging on your... closet door handle. shit. okay. you take a step towards the closet, holding your breath and reaching out one hand. please be jeff the killer, please be jeff the killer.  you pray as you inch the door open.

it’s not jeff the killer.