Who: Dave Strider, Jade Harley, John Egbert
Where: Dave's room
When: Morning of November 2nd (forward-dated)
Rating: M for language and blood?
Summary: Dave just wishes he could forget he did any of it.
The Story:
Dave was up earlier than normal. He couldn't really pinpoint what made him want to get up at fucking six in the goddamn morning, but the feeling was nagging at him. The blond rubbed his tired eyes, memory fogged from drowsiness, and put on his sunglasses.
Shit, he was having a harder time than normal remembering what had gone on the past few days. Idly, he wondered if the mansion had done some random Sleeping Beauty event or some bullshit like that.
That was when the teen heard strangling noises coming from his bathroom.
Dave got up from his bed and sped toward it, not caring if all he was wearing were some ironically cute Jack Skellington pajamas.
All he saw was John, hanging in the air by a noose, his clothes cut and purple in some places.
"Shit!"
Dave brought out his sword and quickly sliced the base of the noose off. He would need a smaller knife to get the rest of it off. As fast as he could, Dave went into the closet and pulled out a small, sharp knife. He went back into the bathroom with it in hand, intending to cut the rope around John's neck.