Work Text:
Simply put, it was just another weekend sleepover, where Scaramouche's mother, Ei, would leave on another week long business trip, which meant the mansion Scaramouche lived in usually became a desolate abandoned place known to man.
Which is promptly why he'd call over their friend group, full of mischievously good for nothing layabouts, on a perfectly fine Friday night.
It wouldn't take long for the four of them to reach Scaramouche's house, whee they'd be commanded in and forced to put their items in the necessary places, before going wild, and turning the mansion into their own personal jungle, as if they were reverting back into monkeys from the ancient ages.
There were bottles and bottles of alcohol stains either smashed on the walls, or just becoming evident spots on the floor, turning sticky after neglect from not being washed or cleaned up, while dozens of bags were littered around the mansion, making it almost impossible to walk in any room without tripping over a plastic bag or a cardboard box that used to have food in it.
Meanwhile, there was music blasting somewhere, he simply guessed it was probably Heizou's doing, since he had showed up on Scaramouche's doorstep with a huge boom box he had borrowed from the Oni dude from school.
His eyes were hazy enough to barely see anything, but he was pretty sure he saw two figures sitting closely to each other, and if it wasn't him and Xiao, then it was probably Kazuha and Scaramouche himself, although he didn't care much when he still had bottles of alcohol right infront of him, waiting for Venti to drink, oh so innocently, and he couldn't do anything but cradle the bottles like they were his newborn children, which, they might as well been due to the price of these things being almost as expensive as a literal hospital bill.
Everything was going great, even if they were bound to get multiple different complaints by the neighbors, it was worth every second of it, after all the stressful exams they had these past few days.
Until, it wasn't.
Some time into midnight, the five of them end up in Scaramouche's room, (which was about as wide and big as Venti's entire apartment complex), as they shared dumb stories, weird experiences, and of course, high school rumors.
If he was being entirely honest, he felt like a high school girl learning all the newest drama and spreading it like wildfire, as other girls flocked to it like a moth to a flame.
But this one wasn't about anybody getting pregnant or selling drugs in the one of the millions of makeshift alleyway's the school for some reason had, no, it was something outside of the school, and much more dangerous.
"Apparently, word has it that there's been some weird fuckface who's going around playing games of hide and seek with their victims, before killing them inside their homes." Scaramouche had explained half-heartedly, much more interested in twirling the single red streak of hair Kazuha had on his mop of pale blonde locks.
"Who the fuck would find that entertaining? Doesn't it just get boring after some time?" Heizou had questioned, plopping back onto the ground, with all his limbs splayed around, like he was a child trying to make a snow angel, right after he had went into a complaining rant about how he deserved all the alcohol the house had to offer more then anyone else, since he was the awfully lonely third wheel of the friend group no matter where he went.
"Do I look like a bitch who would know?"
That sent Scaramouche and Heizou into a small war against each other, as Heizou started yanking the Ravenette's hair with as much force as he possibly could hold, while said Ravenette began digging his nails into the maroon-haired man's arms, quickly leaving marks under his fingers with how much force was being put into it.
Choosing to ignore the two's never ending bickering, the three of them continued the conversation without much care, ultimately forming a shitty shaped triangle.
"Do you think we'd be the one's getting killed next? We're already drawing enough attention for this supposed murderer to assume that we're teenagers being left unsupervised, and I'm pretty sure that Kazuha is already on his way to blackout land." His boyfriend piped up, turning to Venti with an arched eyebrows and crossed arms.
And even he could tell that Kazuha was almost dead on his feet, with the way his cheeks were tainted with the heaviest blush he'd ever seen on a person, along with looking like a man who had just been electrocuted because of all the frizzy hair and sweat sticking to his skin like glue.
As the only other somewhat sober person in the room, he had to nod and briefly wonder how the hell they'd even stay alive in this hell of a place.
"I wouldn't think much of it, people are saying that he's just some wimpy loser who can't even tie his own fucking shoes." And, that was Scaramouche, still fighting with Heizou as they rough housed each other up, yet still taking notes of the conversation and adding in stuff whenever needed.
He felt the urge to roll his eyes skyward, maybe even see heaven and ask for some patience while he was at it.
"Well isn't that just great, we would be getting murdered by a fucker who can't even tie his own shoes."
And Heizou, ever the brightest person in the room would stop for a second, before turning to him and shrugging, "At least he won't torture us, he wouldn't be able to tie a rope, either."
As they promptly devolved into snickers, a huge bang and crash echoed throughout the entire mansion, leaving them all in a state of shock, and even managing to sober Kazuha up to a point where he looked surprised.
Scaramouche, however, didn't look surprised in the slightest, finally getting up from his position on the floor where he was currently scratching Heizou's face into smithereens, he simply shrugged and stretched a bit, "I think the AC exploded again."
It took all of them at least a second to process what the teenager had just said, and also another minute to simply wonder how ridiculously rich Scaramouche was, (or maybe that was just Venti, honestly, who the hell cared at this point?).
"That scared me, but yeah, anyway, what were we talking about again?"
"About that weirdo who crashes into people's homes and kills them inside?"
"Oh, yeah, anyway. People have said that he usually likes to come into people's houses by crashing into random places-"
Multiple bangs and crashes rang throughout the mansion again, whatever was out there was obviously not just another fucking AC breaking down consecutively after the first one.
"Damn, that's a lot of AC units if you ask me." Heizou says, tilting his head and pursing his lips into a frown as he stares back at Scaramouche, who simply just let's out a scoff.
"A lot for your broke ass, sure."
And before the other boy had any chance of jumping up on Scaramouche's back and maybe walking him upside the head, the phone on the Ravenette's desk had begun ringing, the starting ring tone blaring into everyone's ears, even if they were at least a meter or two away from the phone itself.
Except Venti couldn't help but notice how shitty the phone was too, the Raiden's could afford enough AC's to cool down a desert but couldn't afford a phone that didn't look bigger then an infant's head?
They all shared one look altogether, before Scaramouche, the apparent leader of their group for the time being, walked up to it, and grabbed the phone, answering it with a simple click of the button before looking at it, questioningly.
"Who the fuck is it?"
Nothing. The tension began to rise, as not a soul spoke up, before a heavy breathing began emanating from the other side of the speaker.
"Well, you five are an interesting group, aren't you?" The unfamiliar voice spoke, slightly muffled for whatever reason, before they continued. "Let me make this quick. I'm currently inside the residence, and in a room that you have to guess, if you guess correctly... I'll, leave you alone. If you guess wrong... then you'l have to find out the consequences."
Xiao, who had previously been sitting on the ground, had quickly come up behind Scaramouche, and looked downright pissed off, as he buried his hands in his pockets as he began to yell at the phone, "That's the stupidest load of bullshit I've ever fucking heard. We all know that you're not stupid enough to let us go just for playing your weird ass guessing game, unless you honestly are dumb enough, and we know that the consequences just mean you'll slit our throats one by one. If you really are gonna be a bitch about it, the least you could do is stop talking in riddles and cut to the chase, or just get on with this shit and start throwing knifes around while we call 911."
And with a deep chuckle, the murderer continued. "You can call me Ghostface. I wasn't lying about the house part. Infact, I wasn't lying about anything, you young folk are so quick to assume-"
"Good to know you're an old fat fuck."
"-that... you... have everything so pin pointed together." The other person on the end of the line continued, ignoring them for absolutely no reason at all. "I'll be nice and give you a hint for this first round. It's not on the fourth floor."
All five of them had eventually come up to phone, forming a standing circle like a pair of kindergarten students about to sing 'Ring around the Rosie' and hold hands.
While Heizou, still the only one actually focusing on what the dude was saying, arched an eyebrow, "But there's three other floors then? Be less fucking helpful, I dare you."
But the other man had gone quiet, Venti would suspect that he'd hung up if it wasn't for the fact that you could still hear his heavy breaths ringing in your ears, almost like a blaring alarm.
All of them looked at eachother for what seemed like hours, as everybody started exchanging glances with one another, deciding on who would take the initiative first.
Xiao looked annoyed, about as ready strangle anyone near as ever. Kazuha looked borderline confused, turning around to the nearest person who would be willing to give him a basic summary of whatever shit they'd caught themselves in. Heizou looked back at Kazuha pitifully, sighing and shaking his head while burying his face in his hands, most likely regretting his life choices if the long sigh he let out was anything to go by.
Meanwhile, Scaramouche just looked at the phone in amusement, smirking to himself in an all to mischievous smile that Venti knew already meant trouble.
"So... you're like, the murderer who can't even tie his own shoes, is that right?"
"Eh-... what?"
"Yeah, people have been talking all sorts of shit about you not being able to tie literally anything. If you ever managed to score a date in your life, did you have your mom tie your shoelaces for you, or did you chop off the hands of a poor woman you killed to help you with that, too? Man, your life must sick, huh?"
"I wouldn't be too coy if I were you. I am a murderer armed with a weapon, while you five are just teenage boys that are on an equal level of sitting ducks. Now, pick your choice before I start counting down with a timer."
This time, both Kazuha and Heizou had looked at each other for agreement, not caring in the slightest for the other three, as they came to a silent decision.
"How about we go to the kitchen?" Kazuha suggested, waving a hand around as he searched for any other opinions of agreement.
"Why would we go to the kitchen?" Venti couldn't help but wonder, sure, there was alcohol, but it wasn't like any of them had the ability to smash a bottle in half with their knee and swing it at the murderer head if they ever came toe to toe.
"Cause I'm hungry as shit." That was Heizou, piping up with a meager whine.
They all (minus Kazuha, of course,) turned to collectively stare at Heizou with varying levels of bashed looks. Xiao, the quickest of them to gain his voice back, looked at the teenager like he was a particularly stupid child he had to babysit.
"We're not even gonna address the murderer in the same building as us?"
That had grabbed Scaramouche's attention, while he in turn just flapped a dismissing hand as he nodded, "He could steal my mom's shit for all I care. If he was actually here to kill us, he'd find us first and probably molest us or something similar. Let's go with what assface is saying, I wanna go eat something."
"God, this is exactly why I was concerned about us getting into a situation like this." Xiao groaned, following behind the group last, looking around warily as they traveled out of Scaramouche's room and move to the Kitchen.
Offering up a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and a kiss on the cheek, Venti continued on, hoping that the murderer wouldn't pop out of one of the cupboards anytime soon.
Scaramouche was still holding the large phone in his hand, the other one currently wrapping itself around Kazuha to stabilize him a bit better, while Heizou was left in the middle begrudgingly as he groaned.
Sooner or later, they all managed to make it to the kitchen in the ass crack of darkness without a killer popping up and strangling one of them in broad midnight.
When they came in, Heizou immediately began scavenging for items and food, opening cupboards and the double fridge, searching for anything to just chow down on.
What he didn't notice was a black shadow creeping up on him with a silver knife, running up to him quickly and getting ready to attack, arm hoisted up into the air as the murderer plunged the knife down and-
Immediately froze, just as a loud bang that sounded like a drum echoed around everywhere, the knife only stopping right in the nick of time from plunging itself into Heizou's back.
The murderer immediately fell to the ground with a thump, knife falling out of their hands, and rolling right next to Xiao's feet.
The culprit of it all, being...
Kazuha, standing like a deer in headlights, with nothing but a metal pan in his hands.
"Man, the dude's out like a night light. What the fuck are we supposed to do now? Drag his body onto the road and hope a car runs over him in the meantime?" Heizou had whistled, placing his hands on his hips, apparently already recovered from almost dying.
Meanwhile, Kazuha's literal boyfriend simply shrugged, not looking bothered in the slightest that an intruder was in his house and ready to murder his friends. "I don't really care, he can rot in the corner for all I care, although, I gotta say. I've seen literal pedophiles with a better fashion style then him. I guess I was right with the assumption that he was a very old, fat fuck."
"Screw that. We should probably just call 911 and see if they'll throw him in their trunk or something, I don't want the threat of a murderer waking back up from his nap to be the biggest of my worried while sleeping in this shithole."
"You can literally say that about the alcohol stains, crumbs on the floor and the table that's currently flipped over on one side. How the hell are we supposed to clean this up and then still get a decent amount of sleep tonight?"
"Man, let's leave all of that for tomorrow, I'm calling 911 and demanding they send a police officer to our doorstep because a dude was trying to sexually harass us into buying his homemade protein drinks."
"Like that'll do us any good, they'll just think you're a maniac and hang up on you."
"What better option do we have? Telling the cops that we have an unconscious murderer that Kazuha decided to knock out for shits and giggles? Like they'll listen to that."
And, as he let his friends argue in the background, he simply let all the tension he was holding die down, glad that the biggest of his worries was having to clean up the mess he, his boyfriend, and his friends had made.
Oh, and also explaining this all to Miss Ei, that too.