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It's been weeks now since Krupp was found dead in his office, the news released descriptions of the murder scene but nothing else. That was until photos leaked online and kids got an eye full of their principal dead at his desk.
George and Harold felt nothing during this, their parents assuming it was some form of grief over being the last ones to see him. They never mentioned anything about the tape or what Krupp had them do for weeks.
Harold soon let himself go, his hair was never brushed and soon just lays curly flat against his head, most say he looks good with long hair but he never listens. He was taking this the hardest since he's the reason his principal is dead! He curled up in his bed underneath his covers and grabs his forehead, Mr. Krupp's voice running through his head
'You could have told your mom'
'You could have called the school board'
'You could have done something other than kill me!'
He softly sniffled as he whined out when he was alone "I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry."
George was dealing with this a bit better but not much, he was more focused on his school work but that's the only thing that doesn't make him feel guilty for what he did! He sighs and runs his hand over his flat top as he does some extra credit homework. He glaces over at Harold's house, his friend taking a break from well... everything. His mom even said she'll get him therapy if he needs it, thinking he's beating himself up over something petty.
If only she knew...
Harold wakes up in the principal's office, looking at Mr. Krupp, he can see a large gash in the man's neck "Well. Well. Well. If it isn't the fluffy haired killer who wanted me dead!" "N-no you got it all wrong Mr. Krupp! Please listen please! I d-didn't mean it I swear!" "BUT YOU DID. LOOK AT ME HAROLD. LOOK AT ME NOW. I'M CUT OPEN AND BLEEDING ALL CAUSE OF YO-"
Harold screams as he sits up in his bed, moving his long hair out of the way as he looks around the dark room. His mother seems to still be asleep, thankfully, he stares at his hands as the images of blood dripping down them flicker through his mind, before he grips the sheets and quietly sobs "I'm so sorry... I'm so very sorry!" He slowly grasps his head and rocks back and forth.
He didn't mean too...