Shapes [DISCONTINUED]

09 | Lying

So this is how it went.

May spotted the plastic bag of fingers right, then that's when the screaming happened.

"Ted! Oh my god Ted!" She shrieked in horror, sprinting up from her chair letting it topple to the floor in unison as she tried to scramble to her husband for comfort, away from their dog Benjy who flopped around with the plastic bag of pale, chopped fingers between its teeth.

Ted was probably even worse than his wife, rising from his seat and screaming to the top of his lungs, all red in the face crying in horror before attempting to jump into May's flailing arms, causing them both to spiral to the ground in a weeping, panicked heap before they both fainted.

Harry and I stayed completely still and calm in our chairs the entire ordeal, a moment of silence passing through the room right after the chaos as May and Ted stayed unconscious on the floor, laying there sprawled with the dropped utensils and chairs while Benjy went on top of their unmoving bodies, panting and dropping the bag to lick them.

Harry casually reached out for his cup of coffee on the table as I kept my arms crossed over my chest in annoyance.

"Well, that went a lot better than I expected-" He began, leaning back in his seat with a careless expression before glancing over at me when I turned my head to face him.

"Don't talk to me right now." I angrily huffed, looking away with pursed lips.

"You mad about the whole fingers thing," He mused, taking a sip of his drink with a mocking smirk.

"Why would you even bring them, I mean really. Now what are we going to do with those two." I demanded, gesturing to the passed out couple as Harry dropped his gaze to them before petting Benjy who lingered around our feet.

Harry took one last, long, unhurried sip of his drink before smacking his lips together, running a hand through his shoulder length brown hair before smirking to himself in thought.

"Help me take off their clothes." He said, getting up from his chair and patting my head in a patronizing manner as I followed his movements with narrowed, disgusted eyes.

"Excuse me." I reiterated, watching him crouch down to Ted, already unbuttoning the man's shirt before looking up at me.

"You heard me pumpkin, help me strip them." He curled his finger before snapping his fingers and pointing at May on the ground across from him while I shifted in my chair to give him a look.

"You can't be serious-"

"I have an idea so just trust me on this babe. I may be a psychopathic killer but I've got my morals." He grinned a mischievous, charming, dimpled smile as he stuffed a waffle into his mouth, letting the food hang between his lips as he undressed an unconscious Ted while I hesitantly got to my feet, leveling myself with May's body.