(I JUST REALIZED THE BROTHERS NAMES ARE LIKE NOAH SCHNAPP AND FINN WOLFHARD LMAOO)
(ALSO, I MAY OR MAY NOT MAKE THIS MIX Fandom, LIKE MAKE Y/N RELATED TO A Different SLASHER, PLEASE GIVE ME UR OPINION ON WHO IT SHOULD BE!!)
I open the car door with a click coming from the handle and I step out of the car, almost being pushed out by Finn.
"Go fuck yourself." I muttered and he was about to hit me back with a foolish remark, until dad spoke up.
"Finn be nice to f/n." dad said in a monotone voice stepping out of the driver's side door.
"How come they get to-?!" Finn tried to say before our mother cut in. poor Finn, poor young, naive, older brother Finn.
"You heard your father." She said, taking a quick swig of the fruity alcoholic beverage she had snagged in the last town you were in. I was lucky I was their best behaved child. mom and dad's opinion on me was "i could do no evil" unfortunately for them, that's where they're wrong.
we got out of the car and walked around for a while; a horrible stench hit my nose. my eyes watered at the horrid smell. "What the hell Finn, have you not showered since last month?" Noah asked, pinching his nose shut. (Also, anyone reading this with the name Finn, u smell like roses)
"As much as I'd hate to deny Finn smelling like a gas station bathroom, its most likely roadkill." i stated in a matter-of-factly tone to my younger brother, while he fake coughed at the stench.
"F/n is right— maybe if we follow the smell we'll find a road and actual buildings" my mother said as she set aside her wine cooler.
And so my family set off to find ... Road kill.
I'm not so sure about this plan.
in fact I'm sure it's a bad one; following an unknown smell that is most likely something dead in a place you don't know? That's a horrid idea if I've ever thought of one..
And I haven't— most of my ideas are fool proof!
My brothers made random sounds of disgust the closer we got to the smell.
Well, what did they expect? It to smell of roses?
Once we reached the pit; we all peered down inside of it, sure enough, dead animals..
Wait... Is that a hand?...
No, f/n— be rational. It smells to horrific to be still intact. it's plastic, it would have rotted by now if it was a human hand..
The sound around me enhanced as I hear a car, No.. a truck's car door slamming.
A male stepped out, he had brown hair and dark eyes, he was wearing white shirt, a brown jacket, dirtied denim jeans and a green baseball cap.
He walks in-between me and dumps a dear carcass in with the other dead animals.
"Sir-?" Your father went to ask the man a question but the man stopped him to say his name.
Well- he wasn't what I'd consider a man, he was either in his early or mid twenties.
"Lester." The guy, who I will now know as Lester said.
"jason." Dad said, using his first name tord the man. Dad stuck his hand out to Lester as the brunette shook it quickly.
"Do you know where we can get a full tank of gas around here?" Mom asked him, trying to sound as polite as she possibly could, but she failed miserably.
"I have some gas in the truck, not enough for a full tank. Bo runs a gas station a few miles from here, I could take you." Lester offers with a toothy grin.
Nobody returns the smile so I take it upon myself to smile back at him.
"Aren't you sweet." He muttered in a low voice to himself.
"Thank you, we'd like that." Mom said, finally smiling at lester.
And so we all hop Into the strange guys truck. And these are the same people that taught ME stranger danger?? Wow, what could possibly go wrong?
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