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It was… uncomfortable he opened his eyes and yawned,
He was cold, and really tired, his body felt so stiff and- FUCKING GROSS, his hand was poked through a rotting tomato
William Wisp woke up in a dumpster, the dumpster behind the school cafeteria to be exact. It smelled of rotting food and stale bread… you know, because it's a dumpster, you can't really expect it to smell like roses.
Why did William Wisp wake up in a dumpster behind the school you ask?
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He heard the bell ring and he got his things and tried to leave the class but the teacher called him in annnddd…
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The important thing is that William Wisp woke up in a dumpster and that wasn't normal, usually he woke up in a bed, or sitting at a desk if a class was particularly boring.
He checked his phone *4:00*… that was also not normal, well not the time but the fact that he blacked out for that long.
The most “not normal” thing William realized as he rubbed the back of his neck, was that he was bleeding out from his neck.
“Oh”…
“Well shit.”
Okay he just had to sort through his thoughts, 1st of all what the fuck 2nd of all how is he not dead 3rd did someone try to kill him, oh my██ did someone try to murder him? Wait, William could’ve died.
Wait shit no really how is he not dead? He opened his phone and scrolled through the contacts.
William called his parents, I mean what are you supposed to do in this situation? call the hospital? The police?
What the fuck even was the number for the hospital?
He called his parents, the phone rang once and he heard his mother, oh shit she must be worried.
“Hello? Will! Oh my god! Why are you out? Did you go to Ashe’s house without telling us?
William paused and realized he wasn’t bleeding, was this even his blood? No yeah why would someone bleed all over his neck thats stupid, so it is his blood, but it looks like he bled a-lot
“Will?”
“Yeah sorry mom I’m at Ashe’s, I just forgot to text you”.
he didn't like lying to his parents, they were nice, he loved them, sure they weren't around in the mourning or when he came back from school but that was just because they had to work a-lot, but he really couldn’t tell them the truth.
William was a sucker for a mystery, if he told his mom, he would never be aloud outside again, and he needed to know what the fuck just happened and why.. y’know what who too, also how.
Whatever. He needed to know what was happening and if he told his parents he would never know.
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William wisp walked to Ashe’s house with a hoodie on that had a bloodstain the size of a frisbee on it (hopefully it’ll wash out), he knew the way and he knew where the keys were, Ashe’s Dad was probably asleep, and William was good at being quiet.
Ashe would understand his drive to solve the mystery right? And if not they were friends for too long for Ashe to ignore that William woke up in a dumpster covered in blood, come to think of it if he told anyone that they would probably care, but Ashe was chill enough to NOT call the police immediately.
Will took a deep breath, picked up the key from underneath the rosebush that had been stuck in a pot far too small for it, but who was Will to critique Mark's rosebush caring skills.
(Mark’s house was a classic suburban house with a bluish white paint for the walls and grey tiles for the roof, it’s porche was lit by fluorescents and the yard looked like it hadn't been trimmed in years.)
Will picked up the key, turned it and walked inside. William was expecting it to be darker, maybe Mark installed some dim lights? Whatever, he didn't have time to admire the lighting, he had to talk to Ashe, he quietly slipped into Ashe’s room.
There were many things William wisp could've done instead of going to his childhood friend with the news of
“hey I just woke up in a dumpster covered in blood”
He could've called his parents and had them pick him up, ignored what happened, never thought of it again.
He could've called the police and told them everything he knew.
William stood in his longtime friend's doorway, and thought this, then he thought something else. *Fuck it*
“Ashe!”