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Imagine: Jonathan finding out his dad tried out the fear toxin on you. Jonathan got home from school later than he normally would, his best and only friend had stopped coming into school all of a sudden. Jonathan had convinced himself that she was just sick but he was seriously worried for her. After school he had decided to stop by her house to make sure everything was ok but he had nothing to say to her parents who opened the door and told him that she told them she went to see him. Once Jonathan got home he was already freaking out but his dad, Gerald Crane, seemed not to notice. "How was school, son?"He asked as Jonathan dropped his stuff on the floor and started pacing. "Did anyone come by the house a few days ago?"The teenager asked, running his hands through his hair."Y/H/L Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, around this tall, my age. Her name's Y/N she might've said she was looking for me." "Oh yes,"Gerald seemed to remember but continued to look only at the apparatus set up in front of him."she was here asking about you." "And?"Jonathan asked, frantically. "Check the closet over there." Too worried to even question how odd his father's answer was the teen rushed to the closet in the corner of the room and flung open the door. He stumbled back in shock and disgust when he saw what was inside. "Da-dad."Jonathan stuttered, visibly trembling. "It seems the dosage was much too strong for her."Gerald hummed."Pity. I know how fond you were of her." Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off your lifeless body, sitting slumped against the wall. Y/E/C eyes wide open fear stricken even in death, skin sickly pale and veins black and popping.
