~~~No one's POV~~~
It was almost like everything was re doing itself. Everything was repeated, everything had reset. A blue lamborghini, slowly, made its way up the block...and towards the house. It stopped, next to the driveway, as the front door opened. Revealing a man inside.
~~~Georgy's POV~~~
It had all reset. Micheal, Georgy's BEST friend, was confirmed dead. When Georgy heard the news, he was horrified. He paced in his room, he screamed when he dreamed. It was like his body, was only producing adrenaline. Thoughts raced through his mind, through the night, and through the drive here. What had happened? Who did this HEINOUS crime? Georgy looked around, he squinted, blocking out the flashing red and blue lights. There were police officers, lined across the house, keeping guard. Georgy frowned even more on the sight of them. There wasn't a CHANCE he was getting through the back. Georgy walked up, he set his bare hands, in his pocket. He was approaching the officers, when he felt something grab his arm.
"What do you think your doing?" went a voice. Georgy looked behind him, he saw a officer. This one had a mustache, and droopy eyes. He wore a normal blue officer outfit, with badges lined across the front of chest.
"Oh no...," Georgy muttered. The officer took on look at Georgy, before he stared in shock. He shook his head, as he glared at him.
"If it isn't the trouble maker himself," the officer told him.
"Looks like you 'people' haven't changed a bit," Georgy said, glancing down at his name tag.
"Officer...Shelton?"
"You do realize trash stays OUTSIDE the house, right?" Shelton asked.
"Isn't that rude?" Georgy replied.
"For what you've done, you deserve it," Shelton replied.
"Now now, I just came for a investigation,"
"The health department doesn't arrive until two weeks," Shelton replied.
"Just let me inside," Georgy begged. Shelton looked into his eyes. Georgy ALWAYS had a way of charming people over. Shelton sighed, as he let go of Georgy.
"Just don't make a mess, promise?" Shelton begged back.
"Fine" Georgy agreed. Shelton walked towards the officers, as he whispered something in their ears. The officers slowly moved to the side of the door, making a pathway for Georgy to walk in. Georgy smiled, as he walked up the steps, passing Shelton. As he gave a little nod, and soon, he was submerged into the dark.
~~~Ink's POV~~~
Ink was still in his house, relaxing on the bed. He had thought about what Georgy had asked before, he thought about the interigation. What if what killed Lust, was after him to? Ink thought about it for a minute, but then sat up. He still wore his short green t-shirt, and his khaki shorts.
"Why can't I get it out of my head?" Ink asked himself. The answer bounced back to him in a small echo, he sighed. Ink got up, as he walked over to his desk. He turned on a table lap, revealing a dark wooden table, on top of that was a open book. Ink pulled a chair from the opposite side of the room, as he plopped down, a pen in hand. He set his pen on the page, not writing, just thinking. Ink started to write, but then froze. His face was heating up, he was so frustrated. Ink couldn't think of a THING to write.
"UGH!" Ink screamed in frustration. His wrist snapped the right, as he lost grip of the pen, causing it to fly onto the bed. He groaned, as he set his hands onto his forehead. He was frustrated, he couldn't think of anything. Ink got up, as he stormed towards the door. He slammed his hand onto the handle, throwing the door open. He stormed downstairs as well, as he reached the front door.
"I need to let them know," Ink muttered.
"It's time we brought the gang back together," Ink sighed. He turned a left, as he made it into the living room. He skipped the couch, chairs, tea pot, and the Tv. He reached a extended dining table. Ink looked down, towards the soft wooden table. But he wasn't looking at that, he was looking at his phone. Ink grabed it, opening it, and clicking the phone icon. He scrolled down his contacts, finally reaching Blue. Ink frowned, as he clicked the call button. This was it, the alarm was going to be set off.
"RING RING RING RING. RING RING RING RING"
"BEEP"
"..."
"Hello? Ink?"
~~~Georgy's POV~~~
It was all black, the floor was black, the ceiling was blakc, the windows were black, everything was black. It was also eerily silent, nobody spoke a word. Georgy reaches back into his pockets, as he took out a small flashlight. It looked like something attatched to aa key chain, and it's bulb was so small, the size of a LED. Georgy had something up his sleeve, thought. His mind was so vast, it could fit in so muh, including memory. He remembered where the kitchen was, as his small LED barely lit the area INFRONT of him, much less to the sides. He slowly walked forward, closer, and closer to the wall.
"Where are you buddy?" Georgy whispered. He continued to walk, not a sight of the body.
"Come o-" Georgy started. SLIP! His feet slid, as he toppled onto what "seemed" like the floor. He had tripped onto something, something big. Georgy shone his little LED at what he'd saw, as a small fragment of clothing came into view. Georgy stared in shock. Clothes...it was a body. He moved the flashlight up the back of the cloth, as it met something brow. Hair...
"Jackpot," Georgy whispered. He had found it. The body of Micheal.
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Something is Back ( Sequal to Something is Wrong with Blue )
Horror{ #513 in Horror. From December 21 2017} It's all normal, it was all fine. All the sans's took their seperate ways, and did their seperate jobs. They barely spoke to each other, and it stayed that way. Until the day came again. A series of unknown...
