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It was a quiet, but solacing night, the tiny stars glimmered faintly as the moon above softly glowed in the sullen black sky. The two were walking back to their cabin after a long, drawn-out day. Michael, like always, seemed immaculately pristine and unblemished, while Jason on the other hand looked extremely disheveled, and was utterly exhausted.
He burst through the wooden door and collapsed against the worn-out couch in front of him, throwing his pickaxe to the side as he hastily untied the lace around his neck, removing the burlap sack that covered him. He took a deep breath in as the cool air touched his bare face.
Today was really draining. Jason signed to Michael, who strolled over to the couch, sitting beside him. I’m quite tired.
Michael nodded feebly, before stretching his mask off his face, then laying down on his side, his legs curled slightly up to his waist and his head on Jason’s lap. Jason ran his fingers through Michael’s soft, curly black hair, as if to pet him. His other hand was occupied by switching through channels on the faulty old tv in front of them, chipped with cracks on its screen, merely infested with a few bugs.
The room was completely dim, with only the faint glow of the tv to light it up. Most of the channels were either weather reports, local news, or just random bullshit he didn’t understand, none of which he found interesting at the moment. He dropped the remote back onto the couch, as both him and Michael slowly dozed off into the night, the tv still ongoing.
…
*CRASH!*
Jason awoke startled, frantically looking around. He couldn’t find anything wrong, but everything felt immensely surreal. Michael then roused from his sleep, and sat upright in unease. They both dreadfully glanced at each other, then at the television, which aired what seemed to be a press conference of some unsightly politician.
Neither of them cared about politics, as they both believed that for as long as the sun keeps shining all politicians deserved to die. They only seemed to reinforce their belief the more they watched though, it was disgusting, the things this man was saying.
..Why that racist piece of shit. Jason thought, his right eye twitching with annoyance. I oughta kill him right then and there!
The amount of fascism in this poor excuse of a human pissed him off like crazy. He recalled faint memories of his mother stating that whoever a person truly was, had nothing to do with their appearance or gender, and he understood it without question. He assumed that if a kid could comprehend that, it shouldn’t be too hard for some grown ass man.
Michael exhaled sharply, then turned to him and signed, I hate this guy already, if he was anywhere around here I would’ve gone out and stabbed him by now.
Jason nodded in approval.
“But what if I said that you could! Sort of.”
Jason abruptly jolted out of his seat in shock, searching throughout the room for the voice. Michael on the contrary, sat unfazed, darting his eyes across the place in confusion.
“Yooooohooooooo..” It teased in a sing-song manner, “Over here. Fuckface.”
Jason peered up the ceiling, where he saw a strange man wearing a tattered, red and green christmas sweater grinning down at him, he appeared to have some sort of glove-weapon on his right, with burns all over his face and body.
“The name’s Freddy. I’ve got a job for you freaks..” He stated vexingly, floating onto the floor and shoving a rifle into Michael’s arms. “You two are gonna take your little zest-fest to Utah and shoot this fucker. Got it? I’d kill him myself but er.. there’s no fear of me instilled in that god-forsaken state, I’m practically powerless there, so I can’t really kill him in his dreams or anything.. tch.”
Michael’s eyes widened in bewilderment, before slowly passing the gun to Jason instead.
“..I also don’t wanna do all that shoot n’ run bullshit- BUT FEAR NOT!!! I’ve decided to make you guys do it instead! I’m so smart.” Freddy reached down his pocket, revealing a small bag of ammo, placing it on top of Jason’s rifle. “Better off with these bullets, I wrote a bunch of stupid shit on it for the giggles. AHAHHAHhaa..”
“…”
“Anyways.” He mused, summoning a dusty, worn down book into his hands. “Meet my bud the Necronomicon!..” He paused, flipping through the pages before mumbling out a few words, closing the book and looking back up at them, smirking.
“You both will wake up in Utah right now, and I’m not letting you get back home until you get the job done. NOW SCRAM!!! And you BETTER not miss the shot, or I’ll fucking KILL you. Okayy love you byeee!!”
The two woke up stranded on the rooftop, the rifle and ammo placed on Jason’s chest. Michael got up and peered over the guard rail, where he saw Charlie Kirk himself, giving yet another lobotomizing speech, he turned back to Jason.
Jason. He signed, You are going to shoot him. I will tap on the railing to count. On the third tap, you will pull the trigger. Okay?
Jason nodded, taking out the bullets and shoving them into the rifle, before positioning himself against the railing.
*tap*
1..
He took aim, pointing the crosshair towards the top of his head. All focus was on him now.
*tap*
2..
His heart was now hammering in his chest, hands shaking, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, but there was no turning back now, he swore to himself in that moment, that he’d kill him no matter what.
*tap*
GO!!
*BANG!!!!*
It was havoc. Charlie Kirk died almost instantly, people fainted, Markiplier was there, and the two were left to look at what they’ve done. The recoil from the gun left Jason shaking, as he looked over to Michael, with a concerned expression on his face that said “What now?”
In a heartbeat, Michael grabbed Jason by the hand, and rushed him out of there as fast as he could, his face still devoid of emotion. But it was no use, for they both were now cornered in the dead-end of an alleyway. Police sirens grew louder as they both looked into each other’s eyes.
This was.. really it..
They both accepted their fate. Michael’s hands cupped Jason’s face, his right hand running his fingers through his frizzy, red hair; Jason just looked back at him in pure admiration, as he pulled him close, and shared one final, passionate kiss.
The sound of police sirens died.
It was now the sound of.. what seemed to be maniacal laughter.
“OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!! THERES NO FUCKING WAY AHAHAHAHHhahahh.. Oh hey your bac- Oh. Ew. Stop that.”
He was seen sitting cross legged on the carpet floor, holding the Necronomicon open in one hand, and a half finished red slurpee in the other. The two glared at him in embarrassment as their faces flushed a soft pink, Freddy just scrunched up his face and shook his head dismissively.
“Well, I got what I wanted.. I’m just.. going to leave. Later fags.” He scoffed, before opening up one of the windows and jumping over it.
And that was all. While it it was a pretty unforgettable experience, Jason and Michael swore to never talk about it again. Jason switched off the television as they both laid down on the couch again, and finally got the rest they needed.