Sour Lemonade

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45638005.

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Scream (Movies)
Relationship: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Minor or Background Relationship(s),
Regulus Black/James Potter, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes
Character: Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Ghostface (Scream), Regulus Black,
Dorcas Meadowes, Pandora Lovegood, Emmeline Vance, Amelia
Bones, other irreverent characters
Additional Tags: Movie: Scream (1996), Scream AU, Rosekiller scream au, Gay Evan
Rosier, Mentally ill Evan Rosier, insane Barty Crouch Jr but he’s hot so
we forgive him, Death, Sad Ending, Cry about it (i will be in-fact
sobbing), It won’t be THAT sad yk, Rosekiller, Fluff and Angst, Mainly
angst, Slow burn in the way that the wick is almost extinguished,
Because the candles been burning for too long, Unrequited Bartylus, Im
quite literally insane, I write all my chapters at 3am so shush if it doesn’t
make sense, Evan is so Lana Del Rey and mitski and Barty is so the
neighbourhood and chase altantic, And together their cigarettes after
sex, i don’t make the rules sorry they told me themselves, I took over a
year off and cut you bitches some slack, Read my Spider-Man au I like
it better
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-03-10 Updated: 2023-07-02 Words: 37,509 Chapters:
13/15

Sour Lemonade
by fairybreadd

Summary

“I’ve been watching you. For weeks my eyes have never left yours except for when sleep
takes over me and even then all I do is dream of all the possibilities, and I know- I know,
that you're capable of doing it. Of killing. You can join me Evan, we can have so much fun
together, please.”

A choked sob escapes him and Barty’s hand flings up to his face. Leaving red stains on his
cheek.

“I’ll join you.”

OR

Rosekiller scream au
 Rule 1: The first girl always dies
Chapter Notes

Hi!! So this is my first fic so please be nice :) my writing at the start is pretty shit but I
think it gets better as I got more and more into it

Introductions in end notes!

Chapter warnings:
Descriptions of death
Death

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Emmeline Vance was home alone on one fateful Sunday night.

Her sweet vocals filled the air as she hummed whilst her wrist flicked up and down causing the pan
on her stove that contained not yet popped popcorn to get shaken around.

Her parents were out for a work party and wouldn't be back until past midnight so Emme decided
to watch a movie.

She was debating between a rom com or a horror, two entirely different genres but she enjoyed
both nonetheless.

She moved around the kitchen, clearing up things and pulling out a bottle of soft drink, the house
was silent causing Emmeline to be startled slightly at the popping sound that began slowly but then
began to speed up.

She swiftly moved around the kitchen island and made her way to the popcorn with the intent to
stir it around more but a sudden ringing noise stopped her in her tracks.

Her eyes moved around until they landed on the vibrating phone that laid on top of a stool near the
front door.

Picking it up she cleared her voice and asked ever so sweetly. “Hello, who is this?”
She didn’t know what she was expecting, perhaps her parents checking up on her or her friends
calling up to gossip. Perhaps if this was the case then the line might have been busy when this
stranger called and Emmelines fate could have been avoided.

But alas, it wasn’t her concerned parents or drama filled friends and so the story of her death
began.

“Hello, who is this?” A rough, almost robotic voice came through the speaker. Emmeline didn’t
even notice that the stranger had repeated her question.

“Emmeline! I’m afraid you might have the wrong number.”

“Oh? Whose number is this?”

“Mine silly, perhaps you were trying to reach my parents? They aren’t home right now but if you
tell me your name I can tell them you called.”

She made her way back to the kitchen, and thanked God that her popcorn hadn’t burnt the house
down yet.

“No no that won't be necessary, I actually want to talk to you.”

“Do I know you? Wait is this Mary, how on earth did you make your voice like that. It’s kind of
sexy in a wierd kinky way… feel like coming over? My parents aren’t home.”

“No this isn’t Mary but can I confess something?”

“Oh!” Emmeline was flustered, embarrassed that she just confessed that she found a strangers
voice sexy.

“Of course.” She half smiled, confused on where this conversation was going.
“We do know each other.”

“Oh do we?” She smirked, ready to start guessing people.

“Yes we are quite good friends actually.”

“Interesting, can I try and guess who you are?”

“That sounds like an excellent game! But first Emmeline I must ask. Do you like scary movies?”

She tsked her teeth jokingly. “We can’t be that great of friends if you don’t already know that I
love scary movies.”

“My apologies.” They chuckled. “What is your favourite scary movie?”

“Why?” She giggled. “Planning to buy it for me?”

“Maybe.” The voice said back and although there was some form of voice changer in play, Emme
could hear the smirk.

“Well, my favourite scary movie would probably have to be Halloween.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, I’ve probably rewatched it more times than I’ve breathed, what’s your favourite scary
movie?”

“Ah- ah -ah.” The voice scolded. “I’m not done yet. What is your favourite scene in Halloween?”
“Hm couldn’t tell you, I love them all.”

“Come on, you can’t pick just one?”

She thought to herself for a few seconds. “Nope too difficult.”

“Oh well, that makes it more fun for me then.”

“Oh?” Emmelines smile dropped. Something felt… off.

“Who is this? Mary, Ameila, Edgar?”

“No, no, and no but aren’t you wondering what I meant before.”

“Not particularly.”

“Come on ask.” The voice was taunting her now.

“I’m sorry but I have to go.”

The phone slammed down on its holding place. Emmeline ran forward towards her front door
making sure it was locked. Before doing the same with her back door.

She didn’t know why she felt so uneasy.

Keeping her back to the wall, she quietly moved back towards the phone.

It rang.
She picked up.

“Listen to me, this isn’t funny and I don’t care who you are- if you call me again I will call the
police.”

She kept her voice steady and air seemed to stand still as she waited for the response.

“NO YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE BITCH- HANG UP ON ME AND I WILL MURDER
YOU, YOUR FAMILY AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS.”

The sudden change in tone made Emme jump. She felt a tear roll down her cheek.

“Lets get back on track shall we?” Their voice was level again. “You were about to ask me
something?”

She could feel her heart racing and desperately wanted to hang up she decided it was best to keep
this man occupied until she can figure something out.

“Why- why does it make it funnier for you?”

“Because now I can recreate all those scenes. And you, my dear Emmeline, you shall be my
muse.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“YOU SICK FUCK.”

She threw the phone as far as possible but it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

There was nothing she could do now.

How was Emmeline meant to know that her mysterious stranger was hiding in her broom closet?

The door flung open and a figure in a black ripped cloak with a white mask- the face, eyes, and
mouth distorted so it looked like it was pain.

The person charged at her, pulling out a long knife from beneath its cloaks.

She screamed.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Emmeline Vance was a strong woman.

She didn’t die without a fight.

As she laid on her front lawn. Throat slit and blood pouring out of her mouth. She stared up to the
universe.

She heard her parents' voices come and leave as they entered the house, unaware of their dying
daughter bleeding out on the grass.

It seemed that they had left their work party early. Not early enough though.

She wasn’t crying anymore. Not sure if it was because she had accepted her fate or her body didn’t
have the energy to further leak salty, pain filled tears from her eyes.

The stars looked beautiful that night. She imagined herself joining them. Vowing that if she did she
would send a meteorite down onto whoever did this to her.
If she could’ve, she would’ve smiled at this thought.

The black cloaked person squatted down next to her, a gentle finger tracing her features.

Emmeline Vance was a strong woman.

If she was to die she wouldn’t die at the hands of some ghost face, forever wondering, who killed
her? If her stranger was a lier or if they really were someone she knew.

She mustered up the little strength she had left and slowly lifted a shaky hand up to the face.

She was faintly aware of the bloody knife that was rising above her heart.

Her fingers wrapped around the cold white mask, that had been splattered with blood.

Time slowed.

The knife came down on her.

The mask came off them.

And oh.

Emmeline didn’t have enough time to process why?

Why them?

Why her?
 She didn’t have enough time to process the emotion of being mad. To feel betrayed and confused.

Emmeline Vance died just barely registering who her killer was.

Not that it mattered.

She was the only one who knew and she was dead.

Emmeline Vance was a strong woman. She welcomed death in a way that few humans could ever
dream of.

Chapter End Notes

Hi!

So this chapter will be the only chapter in past tense as I feel like it suited it as it’s the
introduction to the fic.

While this fic is inspired by the first scream there will be a lot of things NOT similar
to the movie and things that ARE similar to the movie.

Also each chapter title is (or based off) a ‘how to survive a horror movie’ rule from the
scream franchise (im obsessed with the movies)

Our main characters are being introduced next chapter!!

I will be trying to update once or twice a week it depends on my motivation and school
stress.

Um I am not very good at details but I will be trying my hardest to keep everything
making sense and not contradicting each other.

I am aiming for like 10-14 chapters on this fic, so the chapters will be a good size but
the fix wont be overly big.

Ty for reading!!!

Tiktok: inaslayss
 Rule 2: Don’t do drugs
Chapter Notes

Our mc’s are introduced!!

The start is so shit again bc I had no idea how to start, but I promise it improves (I
think) (I’m biased)

Chapter warnings:
Panic attack!!
Very very very small description of blood
Brief mention of weed
Mentions of anxiety and paranoia

I think that’s it!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Monday;

“Over here!” Evan hears Pandora’s voice calling throughout the air, yelling above the noise of the
students walking by.

He turns from where he was kind of aimlessly walking looking for his friends.

Dorcas, Pandora, and Regulus were sitting just outside the school's courtyard, leaning against 2
walls and hidden from everyone's view. Evan sees his friend's hand go up in the air and he waves
back, smiling to himself.

He makes his way over awkwardly avoiding students until he’s out of the human traffic and sits
down on the grass on the second wall next to Pandora.

He observes his friends quickly, Regulus has his head stuck in a book as per usual, God knows
how that kid doesn’t get bullied- probably because he’s hot, but whatever.

Dorcas has her phone in one hand, smiling down at it- no doubt texting Marlene, and a half eaten
green apple in the other.
Pandora is eating a slice of bread with butter and sprinkles covering the whole thing- interesting
combination but so Pandora.

And Barty is-

Barty is not here yet.

Evan finds that strange, he’s normally the first person to pick out their spot.

“Hi.” He says a bit breathless from desperately trying to find his friends. “Where’s Barty?”

“Hmmm.” Regulus hums. “I don’t know actually, message him.”

“Ugh.” Evan groans. “Can someone else, I can’t be bothered pulling my phone out of my bag.”

He flops his head down onto Pandora's shoulder, looking down to his hand, which Pandora has
taken the liberty of drawing on.

However his relaxation is short lived as he feels a small, hard object get thrown at his face, hitting
him right on the forehead.

“Ow- hey- what the fuck?” His hand flys up to rub his head. Evan looks up to see Dorcas
snickering at him.

“You lazy asshole! What if Barty is on the verge of killing himself and all he wants is his best
friend to message him.”

Evan’s mouth gapes open. “Cas, that's a horrid thing to say.” He picks up the apple that Dorcas
used to assault him and throws it at her which she narrowly avoids with a squeal.

Dorcas’s eyes look murderous as she grabs the apple to plummet at Evans head. Evan is no pussy
but Dorcas’s right arm was powerful so he snatches up his school bag and cowers behind it.
Ok. Maybe he is a pussy. But being terrified of Dorcas is extremely valid.

“I surrender, I surrender!” He chants. “Regulus help me.” He whines with no avail, the boy doesn’t
even lift his eyes.

“Ha!” Dorcas announces. “I win.”

“Oh really? What do you win dumbass?”.

“Um.” Dorcas thinks. “I don’t know, I just won, cry.”

Evan is about to argue back but he gets interrupted by an all too familiar voice.

“What is Evan crying about? Why would you make him cry, Meadows? He’s just a baby.”

Evan gumbles as Barty lays down next to him with an over exaggerated groan. He plops his head
onto Evan's lap, and grabs Evan's hand and places it on his head. Evan feels his breath stop but he
begins moving his hand throughout Barty’s dark brown hair, Brushing it.

This wasn’t an unusual thing for them to do… be overly affectionate with each other, especially for
boys. But it still made Evan’s heart skip a beat everytime it did occur. Evan wonders if Barty is
aware of this- their comfortability with each other. They’ve never talked about it, but how would
you bring a topic like that up?

Evan is aware of his feelings per say. He knows that he loves Barty, that he would kill and die for
him. That he’s in love with him. However he wouldn’t say that he had feelings for him and he
doesn’t consider it a crush, because it’s not. The term ‘crush’ could never describe what he feels
for Barty. And there was never really a period before he fell for Barty, his affection for him was
always just there.

It confuses Evan. A lot. So he prefers not to think about it. Which he can admit isn’t the smartest
thing but what more can you expect from a teenage boy horrifically in love with someone he can
never be with.
He doesn’t even realise that he’s zoned out until Barty sits up from his lap.

“Huh?” He mummers, jerking his head towards the other boy. “What happened?”

Barty smiles at him, still not moving from where their faces were inches apart.

“We were talking about the murder that happened last night. Emmeline Vance, you knew her
right?” He turns his head to Dorcas, finally moving away from in front of Evan and instead
choosing to lean his head against the wall. Evan can feel their shoulders pressed together.

“Eh, kinda, we sat together in history together sometimes when both our friends were away.”

“Wait,” Evan shakes his head in shock. “Murder?”

“Yeah, you didn’t watch the morning news?” Barty turns to look at him again. “Vance got gutted
up real good, they say that her parents found her hanging from a tree… hung by her own intestines.
Police are completely lost with who did it, but supposedly the killer was wearing a white ghost
face while doing it so that’s what the media is calling them.”

Pandora’s nose scrunches. “That’s disgusting, I hope they catch whoever did it and let them rot in a
jail cell.”

“Yeah same.” Barty says.

But wait.

Evan could swear that he wasn’t being sincere. He known Barty since he was 5, he knew when he
was being honest, and this… just wasn’t it. When Barty is being sincere, his eyebrows either raise
or crease together, he will avoid eye contact for a few seconds before connecting with the other
person, and he will often suck on his bottom lip.

And yes- he just did all this but there was something in his eyes…
Evan doesn’t know why he’s overthinking this so much. It really doesn’t matter. Besides he’s
always been quite morbid and into true crime shit like this, probably would just rather have the
murderer be more accessible to the media.

“You know.” Dorcas breaks Evan’s train of thought. “Regulus would make a really good serial
killer, Barty too actually, they would have half the town's throat slit within a day if they teamed
up.”

Well that statement isn’t helping Evan’s paranoia.

Barty smirked, oh so evilly. “Oh yeah? How do you know we aren’t the killers, everyone knows
rule number one of a horror movie is never to trust the best friends.”

“Pleaseee, first this isn’t a horror movie.” She rolls her eyes. “Second Regulus would never want to
disappoint mummy dearest and Barty… actually you have no reason to not be the killer. Except
that Evan might be mad if you are.”

“I would be too! Please don’t be the killer Barty.” Pandora pleads, looking half serious and half
not.

Barty leans over Evan and he takes the chance to breathe him in, the smell of cologne feels like a
whiff of fresh air, Evan could lean forward right now and let his lips touch those tan cheeks. The
urge is almost too overwhelming.

He can’t tell if he’s thankful or not when all Barty does is scuffles up Pandora's hair with his hand,
announcing that he is in fact not the killer and even if he was Evan could never be mad at him.

Evan frowns. “I’ve gotten mad at you plenty of times.”

“Have you though?” The boy challenges him.

“ Yes .” He emphasises. “Just last week I yelled at you for getting me Saturday detention.”
“Yeah but straight after you rolled your eyes and asked to race me to the car park.”

“I- that still counts!”

“Ehh not really but whatever makes you sleep at night.” Barty pats his head like he’s a small child.

Evan opens his mouth to disagree but decides to just glare at him. At least now he has a reason to
stare.

“So they really don’t know who did it?” Regulus pips up no doubt sick of their bickering.

“Nope.” Barty pops his P. “Rumour has it that they are putting a curfew out though if there's
another kill and they're gonna interview every kid at school.”

Dorcas straightens out. “What? But Mary McDonald is having a Party on Thursday for her
birthday.”

Barty scoffs. “McDonald hooked up with the Vance girl regularly, I doubt she will be hosting a
party.”

“How’d you know that?” Regulus lifts his head from his book that Evan can’t be bothered finding
out the title of.

Barty shrugs and Evan can feel his skin being pulled up due to the friction. “Just do.”

And oh.

There it is again.

Not a lie. But not the full truth.

Theres no way Barty-

No.

No. Evan won’t even think it.

He refuses.

What would he think if his best friends considered him to be a murderer? Even if it was just for a
short second.

Barty’s wrong, rule number one of a horror movie should be to always trust your best friend, if you
can’t rely on the person you love most then how do you expect to live?

He pushes his anxiety to the side, unwilling to let it destroy his and Barty’s relationship.

“I have to go.” Regulus interrupts his thoughts. “I’m going to try to get to history early and study
for the exam I have tomorrow.”

The shorter boy practically leaps to his feet and awkwardly shuffles off, shoving his phone into his
pocket.

Interesting, Evan smirks to himself, completely changing the subject of his inner dialogue. He
wasn’t entirely certain yet but he has a sneaking suspicion that Regulus has been meeting up with
someone. In the past 2 months, he’s supposedly had exams for maths, english, science, business,
french and now history. The man’s running out of subjects to use as excuses.

Evan supposes that he could just be a nerd- well, more of a nerd then he anticipated. But what kind
of cruel group of teachers would assign that many tests in such a short period. Actually Slughorn
would but he only teaches history, thank the heavens.

Not to mention that whenever Evan tries to call him, the line is always busy, and it’s not because
he’s talking to Barty because he’s been having meltdowns over it as well.
As if to prove his point, Evan begins to hear the other boy start to whine about it and almost like
muscle memory, Evan’s hand flings up to Barty’s mouth to cover it.

“Shut it B, you know Regulus will tell us when he’s ready.”

Barty mumbles out some words but Evans grip on his mouth turns his speech into muffled
nonsense.

“Sorry, what was that Bartemius? Afraid I can’t hear you.” He smirks, way too proud of himself.

“Careful he’s gonna li-“, Dorcas begins but is promptly cut off by Evans screeching.

“Ew ew ew ew. Barty! You’re so gross.” He scolds whilst wiping his saliva soaked hand on
Barty’s pants.

“Don’t act like you don’t love having me all over your fingers.” Barty leans forward smiling
smugly, so close their noses are almost touching.

“Okkkk.” Dorcas stands, helping Pandora up from her spot, where she was quite happily tying
grass together with earbuds in. “That is our cue to leave, you must excuse me I don’t feel like
vomiting today.”

“Fuck yourself Meadows.” Barty flips her off, grinning.

“Hmmm no thanks I’d much rather have my girlfriend do it, I know you guys are the opposite
gender but I can give you some tips for Evan if you would like!” She bats her eyelashes
innocently.

Evan chokes on his own spit.

“Bye guys.” Pandora chirps out, still completely unaware of her surroundings due to the
headphones now placed on her head.
“See- see ya Dora.” He barely manages to cough out.

Evan keeps his head turned to the backs of his friends for as long as possible- hoping to get rid of
the blush he knew was plaguing his face.

“So, I was planning on skipping the next period and smoking behind the art block. Wanna join?”

He turns to Barty only to find him standing up and facing away from Evan, looking at a group of
girls in the year level above them.

Oh.

“Uh, sure. What do we have next anyway?” He questions, hoping to rid the air of the obvious
awkwardness. Knowing that Barty reacts like this when the topic of them sexually is brought up
was upsetting to say the least, which is odd because he has no problem flirting with Evan, but the
second someone else brings it up he gets all weird about it.

He knows Barty can’t be homophobic per say because he’s friends with 1 very openly gay friend-
Dorcas, and an not so openly gay friend- which is Regulus of course. And most people are pretty
accepting nowadays, it is almost the 21st century after all. But perhaps Barty is just homophobic
towards the idea of them. Evan thinks there's some kind of word for it… intersomething
homophobia.

“We had science, which is all good because we are both way ahead of that.”

“Ok, lemme just-“, but Barty is already gone around the corner, leaving Evan to quickly clear up
his stuff and attempt to catch up.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan moves away from his desk, finally closing his laptop that had his history assignment open on
it for the last 2 hours. His fault for leaving at the last minute to start it he supposes.
He flops on his bed and closes his eyes for a minute, his brain is so exhausted from researching
that he's debating skipping a shower and just going to sleep.

He decides that he wouldn’t be very hygienic to sleep under his covers still covered in the germs
from school but before he can reductively get up from where he just laid down, his phone begins
ringing.

A gush of anxiety goes down his spine and he stares at Barty’s number on the screen. The cause of
this anxiety? He can't say. Their little awkward spiff earlier today had been resolved after a shared
weed spliff and a discussion about rather it would be more painful to kick your toe on a corner of a
hard object to the point of it breaking or to be stuck in Slughorns classroom with him for 4 days
with no way out, no way to kill yourself and be forced to listen to him talking non stop and only be
able to eat the food he packed in his lunch. In the end they choose the 2nd option as the most
painful.

So why does he feel his breath quickening as he picks it up.

“Turn around.” A soft voice tainted with wickedness whispers in his ear.

Evan whips his head around to face the open window facing his back, a scream leaving his mouth
as he takes in the white deformed mask looking in.

He scrambles back falling off his bed panic rising in his lungs as he lays on the floor.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Boo!” Barty’s face pops up from above his bed, holding the mask in his hands.

“Cool right? I grabbed one from the store just before they took them down, cause you know the
killer is said to be wearing one.” He examines the mask taking in the smooth white surface, with an
almost idolising expression on his face.

Evan’s breath doesn’t slow down.

“Woah Evan it’s me. Barty. Are you good?” A concerned expression comes over his face, staring
at the boy below him as he climbs down from the bed and sits on Evan’s right side.

He attempts to take Evan in his arms but the boy flinches away.

“Evs, it's ok. Ghostface isn’t here, I’m not Ghostface, you can trust me.”

A blatant lie.

Too bad Evan wasn’t paying attention.

Barty. Ghostface. Barty.

What if it's him?

What if he came here to kill Evan but got a change of heart at the last second?

The blood pounds in his ears.

What if he changes his mind again?

Why would he kill Evan?

His chest feels as if there was a rib crushing weight on it.

Does he know about his feelings towards the brunette?

Fuck he probably hates him.

His nails dug into his arms.

Disgusted.

Everyone always left him, why would Barty be any different?

He’s freaking out.

Shaking.

Shivering.

Being dramatic.

He wouldn’t even be mad if Barty killed him.

Probably enjoy it. Relish in the feeling of Barty stabbing him over and over and over. Because how
could he not? He loves everything Barty does, good or bad. He’s obsessed.

He feels his heart skipping beats. Thump……

thumpthump………..thump..thump….thump..thumpthump…thump…….thump…..thump.thump.
Like it’s being dropped continuously to the bottom of his ribcage, a little man inside of him playing
basketball with it.

God, he probably looks so stupid right now. Red face, tears and sweat streaming down his face.

Wide eyes that reveal all the traitorous thoughts speeding through his brain.

He’s on the verge of a panic attack and he’s embarrassed by how he’s acting.

He really is pathetic.
Barty manages to slowly wrap his arms around Evan without the boy moving away. He hushs the
other boy’s sobbing, gently rocking them back and forth.

Evan feels the buzz from contact, connecting to it and calming his breath to a moderate speed.
Clearing his mind.

Eventually he speaks up.

“Sorry.”

Sorry?

Sorry for what Evan?

Making a fool of yourself and forcing your friend to comfort you, rejoicing in his touch, as if he
isn’t probably repulsed by yours?

Convincing yourself that the guy you're in love with is a murderer?

Sorry for still not being convinced that he’s not?

Sorry for being so weak.

Sorry for fucking overthinking everything, for not being able to go 5 minutes without having a
fucking anxiety attack.

Barty looks into his eyes sincerely, green Irises piercing into brown ones. He once told Evan that
he’s the only one who’s ever looked into his soul and found what’s inside beautiful. So without
thinking he proceeded to tell him that Barty is the only one who Evan has wanted to open his soul
for. It was one of those things that left Evan completely speechless, mouth open and tears in his
eyes. A moment where he felt as if both boys had ripped each other's skin off and were staring at
the other person raw.
Moments like that filled Evan with false hope.

Because what does a kid that grew up without love do the instant it’s presented to them?

They latch onto it. Feed off it.

That's what he did.

Barty was such a horrid kid, a troublemaker, some would even say a bully.

But he was so kind to Evan.

And it made him feel so special.

That he was choosen for a reason.

Moments like that made Evan convince himself- even if it was just for a second- that maybe Barty
loved him the way he loved Barty.

“You have nothing to apologise for Ev. I’m sorry for scaring you.” Barty smiles. “Want me to stay
with you tonight?”

“Yeah.” He blurts instantly never missing the opportunity to be huddled up close to Barty. This is
where Evan really gets delusional, most boys when sleeping over- especially teenagers, would
sleep in separate beds, or heads to toes at the very most. But not them, never them. And although
they have known each other since they were 5 and would often have sleepovers, Evan finds it
strange that not once has Barty slept anywhere but right next to a tussle of blonde curls and long
lanky legs.

More times then he could count, Evan woke up to tanned arms draped across him and brunette hair
buried in his shoulder. They never brought it up of course. Never talked about the conversations
they murmured at 3am, never confessed the comfort they found when their bodies were so close
they could feel each other's pulse, never dared to speak about the way Barty would trail Evans
features with his fingers as he dozed off.

But he’ll happily live in his delusions.

“Do you have lemonade?” He questions, the friends finally detaching from each other as the taller
boy jumps up enthusiastically.

There's a reason Barty is asking this of course.

Embarrassingly enough, this is not the first time Evan has suffered from a panic attack. In fact most
of his life is plagued by anxiety, not social anxiety- he just hates everyone and would rather spend
his time with one person in particular. But more like random episodes where his stomach will fill
with dread, noises will increase in sound and he will get hit with an intense feeling of
depersonalisation. He’s noticed though, that his panic attacks will be triggered by the smallest
things, an excuse for all these feelings to boil over the surface and explode. Sometimes he will
spend hours crying over the most insignificant incident like his hair not cooperating and looking
poofy. Other times, his rage will consume him until he feels bile rising in his throat and his fists
clamped, looking for a way to release his emotions.

So due to his mental instability, whenever Evan experiences a panic attack, Barty will buy, or
make him lemonade to re-fuel his energy. It’s a habit that they picked up the first time Evan had
one around Barty, the day they made a lemonade stall to sell overpriced shitty lemon and water
mixed with 7 teaspoons of sugar, stirred by kids who didn’t wash their hands. So in response to
Evan having a fit, Barty graciously allowed Evan to drink their lemonade for the low cost of 0
cents.

“No… but we do have lemons.” Evan watches as Bartys smile grows.

“Come on, you can watch me make some, I’ll enchant you with my amazing baking skills.” He
says as he pulls Evan to his feet and allows the blonde boy to lean against him as they make their
way downstairs.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan gazes at the boy in his kitchen, wearing a white tank top and baggy jeans, humming to his
own tune as he hand squeezes lemons into a jug. Barty looks so ethereal… so humane and innocent
that Evan feels a twinge of guilt at his earlier thoughts during his panic attack.

He himself is wearing a black jumper with a plain white shirt underneath and black baggy shorts
that went to his knees. The new autumn season making the weather slightly cold.

He’s sitting on a stool leaning against the kitchen island as Barty now dips his pinkie into the jug
of lemon juice and proceeds to scrunch his nose as he sucks the liquid off his finger into his mouth.

“Haven’t improved since we were young?” Evan remarks smugly.

Barty points at him with the same pinkie. “You shut it before I flick lemon into your eyes.”

Evan gasps dramatically as if he’s just been betrayed.

“You wouldn’t dare! We both know you love me too much.” He grins, dragging out the ‘love’.

Barty squints his eyes at the boy in front of him. “I would chase you around the kitchen but I don’t
want you to tire yourself out more.”

Evan downright giggles, too whipped to mentally be disgusted at himself. “See you do love me.”

“Yeah, well you're on thin ice right now.”

“How thin?” He questions already planning his next answer.

“Uhh.” Barty puts his pointer finger and thumb so close together that they’re almost touching.
“This thin.”

“Gosh!” Evan exclaims with a gasp. “That’s almost as small as your dick.”

He bites his lip to hold in a smile as Barty’s jaw drops.

Is he being a typical immature highschool boy? Yes, and what about it?

“Ok that’s it. The ice is broken. Shattered. No amount of coldness can reform it. Gone forever.”

“Do I still get my lemonade?” Evan probes him.

The brunette boy stares at him with a playful glare for a few seconds before muttering a yes and
passing the now made lemonade over with a pink plastic straw in it.

It tastes pretty bad- but Evan isn’t going to say anything of course. The lemon somehow manages
to override the multiple teaspoons of sugar he witnessed being put in. Nonetheless he drinks as
much as he can without physically shivering at the sour flavour and looks up to see Barty staring at
him intensely.

“What?” He smiles unsure.

When Evan says intensely he doesn’t mean the good intense, like the kind of intense he wishes
Barty would look at him like. The kind of intense, like he’s thinking of something violent.

His eyebrows are low and somewhat furrowed, and his fists are ever so slightly curled. But his
eyes most of all, Evan could practically see the red, murderous thoughts running through them.
 Ignoring the sharp pang of anxiety that bursts in his stomach he clicks his fingers and says Barty’s
name.

“Hm?” The other boy asks, coming out of his daze.

“You, uh zoned out, sorry it freaked me out.” Evan replies honestly.

“Oh, no I’m sorry I was just thinking. Did you like your lemonade.” Barty questions casually, a
smirk coming over his face.

“Yeah.” Evan lies. “Thank you.”

It honestly wasn’t that bad, plus Barty (Barty!!) made it for him, he can feel the butterflies floating
up to his stomach thinking about it.

“No problem Evs.” He smiles honestly, visually pleased by his friend's answer. “Wanna go back
upstairs and watch a movie?”

“Yeah.”

Perhaps it’s because of Evan’s panic attack or infatuation of a certain brunette boy, maybe it was
straight up a curse sent from Lucifer. But for whatever reason Evan did not take notice of the blood
that had dried up on Barty’s right shoe.

Chapter End Notes

Ok so as you may be able to tell, Evan isn’t the best mentally.

He struggles a lot of anxiety and panic attacks and this will be displayed a lot though
out the fic so I will try my best to put the appropriate warnings at the start.

I based A LOTTT of Evans characteristics and his struggles with anxiety and panic
attacks on my personal experience but I’m not the best at understanding my feelings
so I hope I at least wrote Evan’s decent.

And like I don’t wanna spoil anything but as you may be able to tell, Evan is veryy
suspicious of Barty but due to his history of anxiety he just like chalks it up to
paranoia. But do not fear it is about to get reallyyy interesting

I say interesting as if I know wtf I’m gonna write LOL. I have one veryyyy important
scene already written (needs rewriting) bc it was the first thing I actually wrote on a
3am high a few months ago before I randomly decided to actually make this into a fic
like 3 or so weeks ago.

Oh! Also I don’t know shit about the 90s like I mentioned messaging in here a few
times I think- I HAVE NO IDEA IF THEY HAD MESSAGING BACK THEN, Like
I’m not a fucking millennials bro gtfo. But I did research like 90s fashion so I hope
some of that was accurate at least.

Evan would definitely wear those baggy jean type shit that go up to your knees and
look like they have been cut off.

AND AWWW EVAN AND HIS LEMONADE. LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE

SCENE TO WRITE. THE WAY BARTY WAS FR ONE OF THOSE FERAL KIDS
WHO ATE DIRT AND DIDNT WASH HIS HANDS.

I hope to update within the next few days but I do have Exam block next week so I
most likey will not as I will be working my ass off studying and stressing.

ALSO I LITERALLY HATE THE BEGINNING HALF SO FUCKING MUCH BRO-

also ignore any mistakes I could not be fucked to re read this wholeeee ass thing like
im not a fucking nerd tf (I am)

Ty for reading!!

Tiktok: inaslayss
 Rule 3: Never trust the love interest
Chapter Notes

I despise this whole chapter sm I avoided opening google docs for as long as I could
anyways!

Chapter warnings;
Mention of attempted murder
Very very brief description of gore- movie scene
Shitty writing

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Tuesday;

Evan wakes up feeling hot and humid, he goes to stretch out his arms in a yawn- only for them to
be blocked by a solid surface.

He turns his head to the right, a smile coming over his face, as he takes in the boy next to him.

God, he looks beautiful.

Brown hair resting on his relaxed forehead and lips slightly parted.

He wonders if they felt as soft as they look.

Evan wants nothing more than to lay here forever, hidden under blankets and wrapped around
warm arms, a request so simple yet so fulfilling.

He would be so happy with any life that included Barty, he would run away right now if the other
boy asked. Catch a plane to a new city, live in a small apartment with nothing but each other. They
would paint everything black to remind them of Reg, have a balcony where they gossip about the
couple living next door and make up life stories about the people walking on the street below
them. Somehow pay for an art studio so Barty could continue his career of painting, a hobby he
had that no one but Evan knew about because he thought it was lame. They would buy a goddamn
life supply of lemonade so Evan never had to pretend to like Barty’s ever again and also somehow
afford a private chef because God knows they would burn the apartment down within a day if they
tried to cook. Evan would- will never need anything more than him .

He’s surprised that Barty hasn’t felt the presence of eyes on him yet, though he would probably
jump out of bed in shock if he wakes up and the first thing he sees is Evan’s bed hair, zoned out
smile and stare.

The reminder that it’s morning pops into his head and Evan glances at the clock, only to let out a
groan and flop his head onto the bed when he realises that he needs to get up for school.

He goes to shake the still sleeping boy but his hand retracts at the thought of disturbing the
peaceful look on his face.

He can just get him up after he showers.

Taking one more longing look at his friend, Evan pulls his blanket off him, he had closed his
window last night after Barty and him came upstairs, however now his room was muggy and
humid due to his fan also being turned off.

He peels his shirt off him before flipping the fan switch to high and gently lifts the blankets off
Barty so he doesn't overheat as well.

Evan cautiously looks at the window that caused his panic attack last night, not feeling
comfortable enough to open it, but still wanting the fresh, cool air to come into his room. He
glances at the boy on his bed, biting his lips.

He’s safe. Barty’s here. It’s morning. It’s okay.

He advances towards the window, quickly opening it all the way and scurrying off into the
bathroom and locking the door.

Evan takes off the rest of his clothes and steps into the shower, turning the water onto cold.

He takes a deep breath as the freezing water slides over his chest, causing to feel as if his lungs
have been cut off from its oxygen. Evan waits until his whole body has gotten wet from the cold
water, cooling him down and waking him up, he then turns the warm water on so he can actually
be under the water for more than 5 seconds without freezing his balls off.

Once out, he scuffles his wet blonde hair into his dark green towel to dry it, praying that it styles
itself right so he doesn’t have to do it himself.

Evan exits his bathroom with this towel wrapped around his waist, a breathless laugh leaving his
lips at Barty’s figure still sleeping.

Chucking a random pair of baggy jeans and a white graphic tee shirt on, he sneaks towards Barty.

“Psst.” Evan whispers, climbing onto his bed and gently shaking the shoulders of the resting boy.
“Wake up, B, we got school.”

Evan leans over Barty’s body as his hands shake the muscles they are clutched onto.

A groan is released from Barty as he turns his body to face Evan and groggily opens his eyes, only
to glare at the boy who woke him.

Evan smiles shyly. “Sorry.” He whispers. “I tried to let you sleep in as much as possible.”

A small smile comes over Barty’s face and Evan feels his heart flutter, that is until his face falls
flat and his violent glaring continues.

“I will murder you, if you wake me up again.”

Evan watches with his jaw dropped at Barty pulls his blankets over him, mutters a ‘fuck its hot’,
kicks them back off and turns over closing his eyes.

He has let Barty stay over at his house while he’s gone to school many times sure, but today he
just really didn’t want to be alone, and he didn’t particularly want Barty in the house by himself
with a murderer around.
Sighing to himself at the struggle he was about to put himself through Evan slides out of bed and re
slides back in on the side Barty is facing.

Evan pokes the boy’s nose, snickering slightly when he scrunches it but continues to pretend to be
sleeping.

“Bartyyy.” Evan sings. “We have school, wake up.”

As Evan could’ve guessed, this didn’t work and just made Barty shove a pillow on top of his head.

“Fuck off.” His words are muffled.

“No can do, Bartemius.” Evan gently lifts the pillow up as far as he can and leans forward towards
Barty’ ear.

“Oooo.” He taunts eerily. “Dream of Slughorn and his lips and sex and getting married.”

“I think I just threw up on your pillow.” Barty’s suppressed voice comes through.

“You have my most sincere apologies Bartemius Slughorn Jr, or would it be Bartemius Crouch-
Slughorn Jr.” Evan shrugs. “Eh, shitty name either way.”

He doesn’t have time to react before a pillow is thrown onto his head. He feels Barty crawl on top
of him, digging the pillow into his face.

“You little shit! I’ll never get the image of Sluggy in a white flowy dress out of my head thanks to
you.” He laughs.

“Nooo!” Evan whines weakly attempting to throw him off. “Get off me you smell!”

Barty removes the pillow, smiling down at Evan, the two boys so close that their noses are almost
touching and Barty’s brown hair tickles Evan’s forehead.
“I hate you.” The brunette announces.

“Nah I don’t reckon that you do.” He smirks.

Their eyes search each other, analysing the hidden meanings behind their words but not daring to
speak.

And oh .

Oh, how this would’ve been the perfect moment.

The moment to outdo all their moments before.

Evan wouldn’t even mind the bad breath.

“Can I shower?” Barty destroys the moment, jumping off Evan and standing up beside the bed,
installing an awkwardness in the air.

“Uh yeah, just be quick, I’ll go downstairs and make breakfast.”

“Your mum is still working night shifts?” Barty questions casually, staring out the window like he
doesn’t want Evan to see his expression.

“Yup she would’ve gotten back just before we woke up, she’s in her room right now- sleeps until
after I get home from school.”

Though Evan normally wakes up as she’s getting home and waits in his room until she goes to
sleep. Although today he didn’t hear her at all. He supposes that he was just distracted this
morning.

“Hm.” Barty simply hums before walking off into the bathroom and closing the door.
That was weird.

Evan has never had the best relationship with his mum, he doesn’t actually have a relationship with
her at all. She avoids him like the plague and even began working night shifts as a security guard at
the mall a few months ago. Evan knows that this is his fault.

Always is.

He was always an overly feminine child- his dad tried to fix him of course, terrified of the way his
son never took interest in ‘manly’ things. So he took Evan hunting, showed him how to build, chop
down trees, and kill animals. None of these things prevented Evan from being gay though. He
knew from a very early age what his sexuality was.

But it was his fault. His fault, for blowing up at his dad a year ago. It was his fault that he did
nothing but stand and watch as his dad walked out the door and never came back. It's his fault that
his mum doesn’t talk to him anymore.

Something tells Evan that if his dad hadn’t walked out first, then Evan wouldn’t have a mum.

But he did. And now Miss Rosier is stuck with a son who she doesn’t want. Who disappoints and
disgusts her. Who ruined her life.

It was the biggest scandal in the town and people were desperate to find the cause of it. It was no
secret that Evan’s parents had a rocky relationship so for whatever reason everyone assumed that
his mum had cheated and it resulted in his dad walking out. Of course no one knew the real reason
why Evan didn’t have a dad anymore, but Melissa Rosier was in no rush to clear the rumours and
tell everyone that her son was a spawn of the devil and so she let everyone believe that she was a
cheater. Better to be a whore than to have a gay son right? The amount of dirty looks and whispers
that Miss Rosier received was enough to make her quit her job at the office and become an
alcoholic security guard that worked nights.

Evan thinks he would have rathered his mum scream and yell at him. Threaten to send him to a
conservative camp, to drag him to church every sunday and cry as she prayed for his soul. But
instead she just pretends that he doesn’t exist. Like her son died the day he came out and there’s an
imposter living in her house that she is eagerly waiting to kick out the second it turns 18.
Like he truly broke her.

The noise of the shower turning on reminds Evan that he needs to make breakfast.

Once again he glances at the clock that reads 7:30, Evan normally leaves at 7:50 and gets to school
at around 8:00, he catches a ride with Barty of course. As the older boy has his licence while Evan
still needs a few more hours.

He gets up and walks downstairs frowning at his recent trail of thoughts.

Not even Barty knows the full truth about what happened that night, receiving a simple, No, my
mum’s not a fucking cheater and I don’t wanna talk about it. from Evan.

He walks into the kitchen, turning on the television that sat on the counter to rid the unsettling
silence in the air.

Evan pulls out four pieces of bread, sinks it into the toaster and pulls out the juice. He loves
breakfast, however, Barty is super bad with it. Always waking up on the verge of having to pick up
Evan and barely having time to get ready, nevermind eating. So, Evan will always make him a
sandwich to eat in the car if he’s not staying over.

After pouring 2 glasses of orange juice Evan turns towards the Tv, waiting for the toast to pop up
and Barty to come down.

The sound is muted but the local news lady Rita Skeeter is outside the mall with a grave expression
etched onto her face. Surrounded by police cars, journalists and residents trying to get a peak at
what happened.

What happened?

At the mall.

The mall.
Where his mum works.

Oh.

Oh shit .

Evans hands desperately search the counter, feeling for the remote, he wraps it around his hand and
turns the volume on high.

“-Police haven’t confirmed whether or not this attack is connected to the ‘Ghostface’ that is
haunting our innocent sweet little town- although I think we all know the answer to that.” She
chuckles as if she found herself hilarious. “However they have confirmed that the victim whose
identity they have released, Melissa Rosier survived the attack but is in critical condition in the
hospital.”

Evan feels his ears ring.

And then.

He laughs.

He fucking laughs. Because this is just another thing that’s his fault isn’t it?

If his mum didn’t hate him so much that she would rather be labelled a slut then be affiliated with
him, then she wouldn’t have been at the mall last night and she wouldn’t have been attacked.

His stupid bitch of a mother.

Looks like disowning Evan did nothing to put her in the good graces of God.

Evan does nothing as his laughs turn into sobs.

His mum.

What are the chances?

What are the chances that his mum of all people gets attacked by this Ghostface at a public mall at
night?

What are the chances that Barty just happens to ask about his mum the morning after she almost
gets killed?

Barty.

Of course.

It couldn’t have been Barty though, he was with Evan last night.

He takes a deep breath as his tears stop.

Thank fuck.

Evan focuses his eyes back onto the TV.

“Officer Bones!” Rita calls out, awkwardly runs in her heels to the man in a police outfit. “Can you
give us any more information on what happened?” She twirls her hair around her finger, giving the
man a sweet smile.

The officer clears his throat. “Yes well, so far, we have no suspects but we believe that the victim
was attacked at around 10pm last night. And trust me we have the best on our team…”

The voices seem to fade away.

What time did Barty get at his house last night?

He had a Ghostface mask.

He would've gone to the mall to get it.

The only mall in town.

The mall where his mum works.

His mum hates Evan. Barty knows this.

He feels panic rising to his stomach and lungs but shuts it down quickly.

He has no actual proof and this is his fucking best friend he’s accusing.

Or maybe he’s able to control his panic for a different reason? Maybe he doesn’t care.

Right on cue, Evan hears Barty stamping down the stairs, running a hand through his wet hair.
Water dripping onto his black zip up jumper that’s paired with a white shirt underneath and the
same blue baggy jeans as yesterday.

He walks into the kitchen with a smile however it drops as he takes in Evan’s broken expression.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking genuinely confused.

Did you try to kill my mum? He wants to ask.

Are you Ghostface? He’s craving to blurt out.

How can a person so beautiful be a killer? He thinks to himself.

“My mum got attacked last night, she’s..” Evan doesn’t finish, what if he goes to the hospital to
finish her off?

Would he even be mad? God he’s insane.

“…She’s in the hospital.” He completes his sentence.

Evan feels dirty. As if he’s just sealed his mothers fate.

But at the same time he doesn’t. A part of him doesn’t care, maybe because he isn’t convinced that
Barty is Ghostface or maybe it’s because he couldn’t care less if his shitty wanna-be-whore mother
dies.

God knows that she would probably rejoice if he got killed. His thoughts scare him a bit like a part
of him he doesn’t know exists is cracking open.

Barty wraps his arms around Evan.

“How do you feel about it?” He enquiries, pulling back but keeping his hands on Evan’s shoulders.

Evan stares at him, slightly shocked that this is the first thing he asked as if this piece of
information is important for him to know.

Evan wonders if he always analysed everything Barty said and did like this. When did he stop
trusting him so much?

“Most people would just ask if I’m okay.” Evan laughs giving a weak smile but keeps his eyes on
green ones and he swears he sees a flicker of madness.
“Yeah but I know you're not ok so why would I ask a stupid question, plus your relationship with
your mum is pretty shit. So, I understand if you have mixed feelings about it.” Barty raises his
eyebrows, a slight hint of annoyance laced between his words.

And he’s right.

“I don’t know how I feel about it.” Evan answers truthfully. “She’s not dead, so I don’t really feel
upset. Don’t actually care much. Still planning to go to school, shit talk everyone there, go home,
do my homework and sleep. I haven’t even considered visiting her. Don’t think I will actually.” He
finishes his rant with a sigh.

Barty once again pulls him into a hug, his smirk hidden from Evan’s view.

“Why don’t we skip today to get your mind off things?” He asks after a few seconds.

Evan pulls back. “Nah it’s ok, plus the police are doing interviews today we need to be there.”

Barty groans, pulling out the forgotten toast and beginning to poorly butter it. “Ugh, so
inconvenient.”

Evan ignores the odd offhand comment and grabs the knife off Barty, feeling butterflies flutter in
his stomach as their hands touch momentarily.

“You’re butchering the poor bread and it’s cold anyway.” He tsks. “Why don’t we just finish
getting ready and stop in at the bakery on the way to school.”

“Yum ok.” Barty glides around the kitchen island and makes his way to the stairs, most likely to
grab one of Evan’s spare school bags.

Evan watches with a smile as his friend skips upstairs.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆
Evan opens the entrance door to the video store smiling as the bell chimes and a familiar head pops
his way.

“Evan!” Dorcas rushes over to him, wrapping him into a bear hug.

“Cas? I thought they fired your ass.” Barty remarks sarcastically while chewing on his gum.

They’ve come over to rent a movie, because Evans mum will most likely be in hospital for next
month or so Barty has taken residence in his house.

Not like my dad would even notice . He had said. Too busy trying to keep everyone under control at
school.

Bartemius Crouch Sr is an interesting man to put it mildly. Evan personally hates the fuckhead but
he’s biassed of course. He’s the principal of their little school and claims to be a family man.
Iconic isn’t it, a man who chooses to surround himself around children ultimately hates them.

Well he hates Barty at least.

Evan doesn’t actually know why, he’s not sure that Barty does either.

So he’s never really had a parental figure. Not in the way he should.

His mum is dead.

Died during childbirth.

He has his grandma though. Sweet lovely woman who moved into the Crouch residence when
Barty was born and tends to smack him over the head whenever he’s not a ‘proper gentleman’
around Evan. She's the closest thing either of them have to a parental figure.

“Three times bitch.” Dorcas waves 3 fingers in his face. “They love me too much to truly let me
go.”
“Mhm whatever you say.” Barty smirks.

Dorcas squints her eyes. “What movie are you looking for anyway?” She ignores the sarcastic
remark. She has always been the more mature one.

“Hm I don’t know, something in the horror genre, Evan what do you want?” He turns his head to
the boy in question.

“Uh.” Evan pretends to think, to be honest he wasn’t the biggest fan of horror movies, sure he
loves the classics but he hates when it’s just endless gore and no plot. He enjoys a good mind
twister thriller that gets you thinking, something that will actually impact you and make you
mumble wow when it finishes.

But his favourite genre has got to be the ones that doesn’t really have a name. Just kids living their
life, a sad death that destroys them, a movie that shows the reality of the world through a teenagers
perspective. All that poetic sad shit.

“We’ll get The Silence of the Lambs, perfect for the situation, a psychopathic killer targeting
female victims. well only female so far.” Barty smirks, shaking Evan suddenly trying to scare him.

“Fuck off.” He pushes the smug boy and begins to mindlessly flick through the movies on display.

Barty whistles in appreciation looking around the store. “Damn Docas, it's really packed tonight.”

“Mhm.” She hums in agreement, searching for the movie the two boys picked out. “Guess which
genre is almost completely empty.”

Barty pretends to be perplexed. “Lemme guess, horror?”

“What can I say?” She shrugs finally picking out The Silence of the Lambs. “People are sick.”

“That they are my dear Dorcas.” He plucks the case containing the cd out of her fingers.
“Are you coming to Mary’s on Thursday?” She questions. “Surely the police would’ve caught the
killer by then, still two days until the party.”

“Of course we’ll be there.” Barty ruffles up Evan’s hair from where he’s lost interest in flicking
through movies and instead been listening to their conversation.

“Oh actually.” Dorcas sighs pretending to be disappointed. “Heard there's a no killers allowed rule,
you and Regulus will probably be stopped at the door.”

Evan observes Barty as he smiles at the continuation of Dorcas’s joke of accusing him and Regulus
of being Ghostface.

“Ooooo.” He scolds. “Better watch it Dorcas, wouldn’t want you to end up dead.”

“I’d like to see you try.” She scoffs. “Plus I saw the way the cops were eying you as you came out
of the principals office after you got investigated. They definitely know it was you man, if I was
you I’d be on a plane to Europe by now. But it’s ok I’ll try to deter the cops for as long as I can.”

“You’d do that for me.” Barty wipes away faux tears. “Now I feel bad for telling Regulus to kill
you tonight.”

“Ha! Please, we all know that I’m Reg's favourite, there's a reason I know the identity of his little
boyfriend and you don’t.” She sings the last bit, poking Barty in the chest.

He grabs onto her hand. “What. Dorcas you have to tell me.”

“Hmm.” She thinks before ripping her hand out of his grasp. “Nah don’t think I will.”

Evan’s eyebrows furrow in curiosity as Barty’s jaw twitches in fury, before he throws on a sneer.

“Whatever, I don't care that much anymore.”

“Aw don’t be so butthurt Barty.” She teases but Barty is already walking out of the shop.

“Okkkk, hit a sore spot, got it.” Dorcas grimises.

Evan studies the shop door that Barty just stormed out of before turning to Dorcas.

“Yeah, just- just don’t push him right now.”

“What?” She laughs, used to her and Barty’s relationship being filled with taunting. However her
eyebrows raise in shock as she takes in Evan’s concerned expression.

She shakes her head. “Wait- you don’t seriously think that he’s the killer do you?”

She waits for his response but when none comes her way she grabs his shoulders.

“Evan!”

“I don’t know, ok!” He whisper-yells, not wanting to attract unwanted attention.

“Evan.” Dorcas chooses her words carefully. “He’s our friend, he’s your best friend, your fucking
inlove with him for christs sake. Do you really think he’s capable of something like that?”

And oh, how bad he wants to tell her. The urge to blurt out all his theories, reasonings and paranoia
on the table. Look over them with his friend and feel at ease when she tells him that he’s crazy.
That Barty could never be a killer.

But he knows that Dorcas won’t call him crazy- probably believe him with all the horror movies
she watches. Plan out their next move and scheme on how to stop Barty.

But there poses the question. Does he truly want to stop Barty? If he is the killer that is.
Evan supposes that he would, but not in Dorcas’s way. He would want to attempt to convince
Barty to stop killing, help him not get caught, or kill the people he loves.

“No. No. No. No.” He stutters over his words. “Of course not, it’s just me overthinking and
getting caught up in your joke.”

Dorcas slowly releases her grip on his shoulders. “Yeah I get that. Plus he has a shitty motive. A
bad home life? Please, it's been done a million times.”

Evan fakes a laugh at Dorcas’s try to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, uh anyway I gotta get going. See if Barty’s waiting for me or if he stormed off
somewhere.” He pulls Dorcas into a quick hug.

“Bye Evan.” She waves. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

Evan waves back before walking out of the shop. He honestly expected to walk out and find that
Barty already left but he only needed to turn his head to the right to find his friend smoking.

“Outside a shop? That’s classy.” Evan remarks sarcastically.

But it seemed that Barty was in the same pissy mood he left the store in.

“Whatever lets go.” Barty doesn’t wait for confirmation before walking off.

With a roll of his eyes Evan trails after the other boy.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan watches the screen with wide eyes as a scene cuts to the dead body of a prison guard hung
from a cell with his guts hanging out and the top of his head ripped open, his nose scrunches as
they zoom in on it, showing the blood and gore.
“I gotta piss.” Barty suddenly jumps off the couch grabbing one last handful of popcorn.

“What?! But this is the most goriest scene in the whole movie, don’t tell me you're being a pussy.”
Evan accuses.

Barty scoffs, mumbling his words with a mouth full of popcorn. “First, I’ve watched this movie
before and second we all know who likes horror movies more here.”

“Whatever, just be quick.” Evan chucks a piece of popcorn at Barty.

“Of course my love wouldn't want you to get scared without me.” He bows before taking off
towards the stairs.

Evan flips off his retreating body before turning back to the Tv.

He watches the movie for a few more minutes, his worries lost in a 118 minute screening of pure
blood and murder.

He hadn’t thought much of Barty’s outburst today, the moody boy cheering up with a few smiles
and jokes from Evan.

He…

He’s aware that Barty has some form of feelings towards Regulus. They’ve known each other for
longer than Evan and him, with Walburga Black being an important figure on the school board and
the community. It’s clear that Regulus’s new secret relationship agitated Barty but a part of Evan is
happy with the unacquainted love troupe they have going on. At least Regulus won’t ever be able
to take Barty from him. Barty will move on. Evan hopes.

But for now Evan supposes he will just be there to pick up the broken pieces of Barty that Regulus
unknowingly leaves behind.
A sudden thump outside knocks Evan out of his possessive thoughts, a spike of anxiety
overcoming him as he pauses the movie on a particularly gruesome scene and cautiously tiptoes
towards the front door.

Ghostface?

Ghostface.

Evan peaks through the peephole, internally cursing himself for not grabbing a weapon first.

Ghostface?

No?

Barty?

What the fuck?

Evan watches with his eyes wide as Barty sneaks out onto the street, pulling a black jumper over
his head and heading down an alleyway to the next street.

Waiting until he was out of sight Evan rips open the door, chucks on a random pair of shoes and
runs after Barty, making sure to keep quiet and stay out of his vision.

He doesn’t entirely know what he’s thinking but his curiosity is too big for him to not track his
friend.

He goes down one street.

A second.
A third.

After going down a fourth street Evan begins to feel unsafe, unsure on whether to keep going or to
turn back.

He’d been turning around at every stick snap, bush shake, animal noise and basically every single
noise.

But something about this street makes him feel creeped out, he barely recognises it and none of the
houses have their lights on. It isn’t that late, around 9:30, but it feels later, darker.

He doesn’t have a clue on how Barty hasn’t noticed him yet, he is pretty good at keeping quiet but
with no other movement on the street other than the two boys you would think that he would’ve
heard Evan moving.

Suddenly Barty stops in front of a seemingly random house and Evan dunks behind a car, peeking
his head out to get a look at what’s happening.

Evan doesn’t know what he is expecting honestly.

Perhaps a girl running out of the house and kissing him.

Even maybe a boy.

A drug dealer?

An old friend?

Anyone.

Anything.
 But of course not.

Evan watches with a broken expression as the boy he loves so fucking much pulls a black cloak
over his body and places a white mask on his face.

It should’ve been the thing he was expecting the most.

But no.

Stupid fucking Evan Rosier and his anxiety and his godforsaken blindless to see the wrong in those
that he loves.

Evan falls to the ground as his whole world view collapses.

Chapter End Notes

Guess who watched the new scream on sunday. Omg soooo good.

I really hate this chapter so no end notes

Took me ages to update but im finally done exam block and I should update by
Sunday or so because I basically have the next chapter written

Also hellur this chapter is 5k what. I swear it was shorter when i read through it, just
kidding i didnt read through it bc of how much i hate it. So yeah ignore all the
mistakes and thinga that dont make sense

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 4: The unexpected is the new cliche
Chapter Notes

This chapter is a bridge between the last chapter and the next chapter (which will be
posted tmr, it’s literally 1:40am rn) so please forgive me for the boringness and
suckyness

Chapter warnings:
Mention of vomiting

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Tuesday;

Evan vomits.

He watches with wide eyes as everything he ate today comes up as bile from his throat and pours
onto the grass below him, the smell immediately setting in.

He slaps a horrified hand over his mouth, letting out a whimper as he prays that Barty didn’t hear
him.

Barty.

Ghostface.

Barty is Ghostface.

He feels his teeth shiver as he brings his knees up to his stomach, soothing the nauseating feeling
plaguing it.

For once his paranoia was right about something, and yet this was the one time he chose to push it
to the side.
He not surprised per say, nor mad, or disappointed, or even upset. Evan doesn’t actually know
what he’s feeling right now, perhaps it’s none of those emotions or maybe it's all of them, he can’t
tell with his mind jumbled like this.

So instead of trying to clear it, to sort through his emotions, get up off the floor and attempt to save
the person Barty most likely went into the house to murder, he stays seated on the grass, pushing
all his thoughts to the side until he feels empty. Tears still stream down his cheeks and his leg still
shakes furiously, knocking his chin up and down but at least he doesn’t feel it.

He begins to stare at nothing.

Eventually he gets up feeling disoriented. His brain chooses to focus on the way his hands push
into the dirt below him to help lift his body up, the way his knees crack and his body stills
momentarily as if Ghostface could hear it.

Supposedly a part of his consciousness decided without his consent that Evan is going to find
Barty, because it begins moving almost robotic towards the house that his friend entered.

Entered wearing a black cloak and white mask.

That wasn’t his friend. That was Ghostface.

Evan feels as if he was watching his body move without him, like he’s inside his eye staring out of
it, or like he’s playing a video game in first person perspective, where you're that person. But
you're not really there .

He has no idea how long he was on the floor for as all he did was stare into the distance, everything
yet nothing rushing through his mind. It could’ve been mere seconds or minutes perhaps he will
pull out his phone and discover it's been hours.

Doesn’t matter either way.

Time won’t matter much once he enters the house and Barty surely murders him.
But enter the house he shall.

He won’t be mad. He’s made up his mind on that now.

Evan doesn’t quite know why he doesn’t just turn around and pretend he didn’t see a thing. Act
like he didn’t see his best friend who he happens to be in love with enter a house wearing the outfit
of a known killer.

The option of leaving never registered in his brain. He is going to go in. And he will find Barty.
And then he will…..

He will.

He will let Barty decide what happens next.

A sort of numbness comes over his body, he’s way past a panic attack but not quite at acceptable.

Evan doesn’t feel as his feet drag across the road.

Nor does he feel as he takes notice of the lack of cars out the front of the house. This means that
either Evan is wrong and maybe Bartys just robbing the poor people who live in the house, or
someone who doesn’t own a car is home alone .

Well if it's the second option at least they’re not home alone anymore.

He takes in his surroundings properly for the first time, the houses are quite spread out but lay on
flat land. The house he is making his journey towards has trees lining the fence on either side, the
long driveway leads to the garage which is further behind then the front porch which has a coffee
table and a few small chairs on it. The street lights are dim as is the moon and no crickets or frogs
can be heard.

Absolute silence other than his shoes hitting the rocky pavement. Fitting to the mood Evan
supposes.

He doesn’t even register how close to the front door is until he hears the wood of the stairs leading
to the porch creak. Which makes his head whip around trying to find the source of the noise.

Oh God, what is he thinking?

Amusingly Evan thinks to say a prayer. Though Evan believes that even if there is a God- they
wouldn’t answer his prayers. He already belongs to the Devil.

Barty.

He looks at the dark red door that stands mere inches away from his face. It’s not too late to turn
away but clearly his neuromuscular system doesn’t hear him because his shaky hand moves
towards the golden door handle.

It opens slowly and Evan is half expecting a jumpscare, that’s how they would do it in a horror
movie. However instead of a white distorted mask staring at him he peers into a house of broken
tables, flipped over chairs and shattered glass.

Evan lets out a trembling breath as he steps a foot inside.

Barty did all this? For who? Who lived here that would invoke such a rage?

He trails a hand across random pieces of furniture he passes before stopping as he realises that he
could be leaving DNA behind.

He begins to believe that maybe he’s to late, that he spent too much time outside freaking out and
Barty already left, leaving Evan at the scene of a crime.

He doesn’t know if he would be relieved or upset.

But suddenly he hears a thump upstairs, like something big falling to the floor and his breath stops.
Fuck.

Ok so Barty is here.

Barty also may or may not be a murderer.

Maybe he’s suicidal or just stupid but for whatever reason Evan takes a calming breath and makes
his way upstairs.

Although he was only in the house for less than a minute before hearing the thump Evan finds it
odd that there wasn’t any other noise before it.

Like maybe…

Like maybe Barty knows he’s here. Like he made the thump to indicate to Evan that he’s upstairs.

Evan brushes a hand through his hair. That doesn’t even make sense. Why would Barty want Evan
to know that he's Ghostface? Would he really trust Evan not to go to the police?

He wouldn’t- go to the police that is.

Fuck he has no idea what he’s going to do.

He knows that there is a high possibility that he won’t ever come down these stairs again alive.

On that happy thought Evan reaches the top of the stairs and comes face to face with a long
hallway. Only one of the doors being slightly ajar.

He begins to tiptoe towards the door before realising how stupid he probably looks and choosing to
just take slow steps towards the door.
5 metres.

4 metres.

3.

2.

1.

Evan opens the door and braces himself for whatever happens next.

But the room is empty.

What?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck what is he thinking.

A wave of terror comes over him as he finally feels himself get a grasp over the situation.

His mind begins to fill with thoughts.

He's behind you a voice inside him whispers and Evan feels his back prickle.

And then.

Then his phone rings.

He pulls it out, and similar to last night Evan’s heart drops as he stares at the name on his screen.

Barty.

He still hasn't turned around; he's barely moved his head either, terrified of what he might see or
who might be waiting for him to look.

His phone still rings and feeling the emptiness of the hallway behind him Evan quickly spins
around and plasters his back to the wall before picking up the phone.

“Hello Evan.” The robotic voice purrs from the other end.

“Turn off the voice changer Barty.” He deadpans, a random burst of confidence coming from
nowhere.

“Oh but it makes it all the more fun.” Barty groans, the robotic voice still in use.

“Fun to what? Kill me.” Evan accuses.

“Whether or not I kill you depends on your next choice.” Ghostface replies.

Evan freezes, curiosity overcoming him. “What choice is that?”

“Go into the room on the opposite side of the hall and find out.”

Evan turns around and places his hand on the doorknob. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“You don’t.” The voice teases before hanging up.

He knows that Ghostface but it still doesn’t feel like it’s Barty. The person on the phone seemed
cruel and cold, not at all like the mischievous but sweet boy he knows.
 Evan opens the door and walks into the hallway, he stares at the door opposite to him, its length
seeming to get closer and further each second

Evan walks and walks, eyes locked intently on his target in fear of looking anywhere else. He
basically runs into the door as his hands reaches out to grab and turn the door handle without
stopping.

The first thing he sees is the bleeding body of Amelia Bones laying on the floor.

Chapter End Notes

Um i hate this. I swear this chapter was actually meant to get into the GOODNESS all
that angst and killing and ughh but i realised that I ended the previous chapter
awkwardly and I couldnt just jump into what I have written for the next chapter so I
needed to write this

I smell grilled cheese for some reason. There is no one cooking anything.

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 5: Anyone including the main character can die
Chapter Summary

FUCKING FINALLY.

Chapter Notes

Finally at the good stuff THE START IS SO BAD BUT KEEP READING AND
IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE

Chapter warnings:
Death
Description of death
Very vivid description of death
Blood
Mommy issues

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Tuesday;

Evan immediately rushes to the body laying on the floor lifting up Amelia’s head slightly as he
cradles it.

Her pale face has multiple cuts and bruises are already forming. Her hair is a mess and whatever
makeup she had on is now smudged. She's quite pretty even now with long straight brown hair and
a round face.

Evan doesn’t know her well, they had talked a few times as both of their friend groups are well
acquainted with each other. He doesn’t understand why she’s a victim of Ghostface.

Amelia Bones. Does that name mean anything to Barty?

Bones…
Bones.

Bones. Oh shit. Officer Bones. Her dad is a policeman. Working on the Ghostface case. He was
the one who confirmed the time that his mum got attacked. He’s the reason Evan truly suspected
Barty. Amelia’s dead. Because of him. And oh god, Barty tried to kill his mum. Barty killed
Emmeline Vance.

It’s all Barty.

It finally feels real. This situation finally feels real and he fucking hates it, because he can’t
gaslight himself anymore. Barty is Ghostface. He’s a murderer. He’s not a good person.

Evan feels a sharp pain in his ribcage like God has finally decided to bless him with death and send
down a heart attack.

His voice lets out a choked sob as he lets go of Amelia’s frame, letting her head drop back on the
floor. Only to bring his hand to his body and find his palm sticky with blood. Is she truely dead?
Evan can’t see her chest lifting or fingers twitching.

All he wants to do is lay down next to Amelia’s body and pretend he’s passed as well but that
fantasy is crushed when he hears a noise, like a foot shifting, come from the hallway

Evan jumps up from where he’s sitting and instantly notices the frozen body of a man dressed in a
black cloak with a white mask standing at the door out of his peripheral vision.

He wishes that this is all just a dream. But it isn’t, and now he’s fucking stuck with this. And one
way or another it will end.

He’s not going to be scared anymore, if this is his fate then so be it. Dying at the hands of Barty is
the best death he could ever wish for. But what if he doesn’t die? His mind jumps back to the
statement Ghostface had made on the phone;

Whether or not I kill you depends on your next choice.

What does Barty want from him?

Evan turns his body so he is staring the figure straight on. Gathering up the small burst of
adrenaline induced confidence Evan strides forward until he’s so close to Ghostface that he can
hear deep breaths coming from inside the mask. But the body still remains frozen, like he’s finally
giving the upper hand to Evan. He then lifts a gentle hand up to the white disguise, not daring to
take a breath and Evan can swear that when his palm made contact with the mask, Ghostface
leaned ever so slightly into his hand. Cautiously Evan wraps his fingers around the concealment
and lifts it off the man’s face.

He isn’t shocked, not after all this but Evans features still form a face of pure sadness and pain as
the mask clatters to the floor disturbing the silence in the air.

Staring back at his own wet brown eyes are green ones that conceal every emotion so perfectly that
not even Evan could decipher them.

“Hey Evs.” A smirk comes over Barty and despite everything Evan feels his stomach flutter as the
intense stare he’s receiving.

Evan tries to compose his features the best he can and make his face deadpan. He thinks he’s doing
a good job at it minus his quivering bottom lip and his eyes that show all the betrayal and fear he
refuses to portray.

“Why are you doing this?” Evan raises his head to match the height of the slightly taller boy.

“Why does anyone do anything? We only live once Evan. Might as well have a little fun.” He
widens his eyes manically.

“So you're planning to live your life by cutting others short? By cutting mine short.” He laughs
humorlessly cutting straight to the point.

“Did you not listen to me before, you don’t have to die. There's another option.” Barty tries to
close the space between them but Evan moves back.

“Well fucking tell me it!” He yells, sick of the vagueness.

“Is it not obvious?” Barty looks distressed, with his brows raised and furrowed like he’s ready to
beg. “I want you to join me.”

Evans' face goes slack with shock and he takes a few steps back, suddenly feeling like he can’t hold
up his own weight.

“What?” He mummers, eyes darting across the floor in confusion.

Join Barty?

Join him in killing. Murdering.

Why would he want that?

“No.” His eyes are still trained to the floor.

He won’t.

He can’t.

“Fuck Evan!” Barty yells, gloved hands running over his face leaving them wet from tears that
Evan didn’t know were leaving his eyes. Hysterical laughs leave his lips.

Evan's head jerks upwards and the boy he loves looks like he’s freaking out. But he isn’t. Evan
knows what Barty looks like when he’s truly distressed and this isn’t it. This is an act.
Manipulation. But perhaps It’s working because Evan wants nothing more than to comfort him. To
wipe away Bartys tears like his face isn’t also soaked by them.

“You have to help me out here, I don’t wanna kill you but I’m gonna have to.” Barty’s voice
breaks. His arms flail in front of him to emphasise his distress. His features are distorted and
manic.
Evans head dipped downwards, his wide eyes trained on his blood soaked hands that shake, he
observes the blood streaming down the crevices of his palm, like a flow of lava. In a pointless
attempt he tries to wipe the blood off one hand using the other, however this just left more behind
as there’s too much of it to be able to dry.

It reminds him of all the times Evan and Barty would cover their whole hands in paint and then
slap each other on the forehead in art class when they were much younger. How’d they go from
enthusiastically brushing red paint onto their hands to desperately trying to scrub blood off them?

He feels something touch his hands, so gentle it takes Evan a few seconds to register. He jolts his
head back up to see Barty standing mere centimetres away, body heat radiating onto Evan, face
clear of any previous emotion other than softness, it scares him how Barty could be sobbing and
panicked one second but completely normal the next. The boy in question slowly places clean soft
hands on Evans. He must’ve removed his gloves. But as his hands make contact with Evan’s, blood
is transferred to his palms. Dirtying them

Barty guides Evan’s hands forwards before placing a warm object in the palms. A knife. Honestly
a very pretty one, with a black base and metal tip that curves at the end.

“See.” Barty whispers so sweetly, coaxing Evan’s knuckles around the clean handle.

“I’ve been watching you. For weeks my eyes have never left yours except for when sleep takes
over me and even then all I do is dream of all the possibilities, and I know- I know, that you're
capable of doing it. Of killing. You can join me Evan, we can have so much fun together, please.”

A choked sob escapes him because how does he respond to that? A sentence so pure yet evil, all
he’s ever wanted is for Barty to dream about him, to see him. Barty’s hand flings up to his face to
wipe his tears. Leaving red stains on his cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. You won’t even have to kill directly if you prefer. You can just make the calls.
That's the best part anyway. Taunting with our victim. You’ll see. Just say yes.” A genuine smile
stretches its way onto his face as Barty takes the knife back from Evan.

A precaution. Preparing for Evan’s answer.

He wonders if Barty would truly kill him if he said no.

He would like to believe that he wouldn’t but he’s seen enough proof to know that’s a lie, If the
dead body of Amelia Bones that lays on the floor is anything to go by. Barty clearly doesn’t give a
shit about who he kills.

But does that mean their whole friendship is a lie? Barty and him have known eachother since they
were 5. And although they weren’t awfully close with Ameila they still knew her. Why would
Barty take all those years of comfort and love and stab them to death.

Most importantly why hasn’t Evan suffered the same fate already? Does he know that Evan was
following him to the house? Did he want Evan to follow him? Did he offer Amelia to join him as
well? What about all the other people he has killed?

Why Evan. Why him. Why is he faced with this choice? To die, horrifically at the hands of his best
friend who he has loved for years who he once believed he would do anything for, or betray all his
morals and become a killer.

“What would you do if I said no.” Evan asks. Voice so quiet he can barely hear it himself. He can
feel Barty’s hand slowly retracting from his face and morbidly he misses it.

“I would kill you before you could even think to scream.” Bartys cold voice makes Evan breathe in
a shaky breath. Barty smiles at this, letting out a small chuckle.

“But don’t worry. I’ll make it look beautiful darling. I promise. No gut splattering or cut throat, just
a simple dig with my knife into your heart. Red always did look breathtaking with your
complexion.” He assures, voice completely sincere, Evan doesn’t know if that scares him or not.

He thinks back to his thoughts from earlier, Dying at the hands of Barty is the best death he could
ever wish for. He stands by that but remains silent. He doesn’t want to be a killer. He doesn’t want
to know what he’s capable of. But he truly does not want to die.

He wants to scream No , he wants Barty to drive his knife into his heart and rip apart his soul, he
wants to be good.

He wants to bleed out on the carpet and be remembered as a good person.

He wants to be a good person, but he knows he is not. He wants to die, but he’s weak. He can’t.
But he wants.

He wants so much.

He begins to hear Barty’s footsteps, slowly retreating back.

“Evan.” He murmurs. “Don’t do this. Dont make me do this. We could be amazing together.”

He releases a shaky breath.

“You're all I want Evan, you’re all I have.” Barty basically screams.

And oh. Aren’t those the words he has been praying to hear since he was 5. You’re all I want .

He wants to be good. Fuck, he wishes to much that he was good.

But he wants Barty a lot more

He knows now that Barty is a manipulator, a pathological liar, a bit insane.

Evam uses this as reasoning for why he makes the choice he is about to make.

And so he makes a deal with the devil and he sells his soul. Although Barty always owned it, now
it’s just offical.

“I’ll join you.”

A smile that reaches all the way across his face grows on Barty. Free of manipulation and fake
emotion. He’s happy. Evan loves it when he was happy.
“Yeah?” Bartys asks confirming closing in any of the previous space they had created.

“Yeah.” Evan confirms. Jerking his head in confirmation, forcing a wobbly smile on his lips.

Barty elopes him in a hug and Evan can feel the knife that the brunette still holds in his hand
digging into his back.

“You’re gonna love it.” And he sounds so sure. “I already have a Ghostface costume waiting for
you.”

Evan doesn’t reply, just nodding his head again. But if Barty notices the lack of speaking he
doesn’t say.

He just agreed to become a murderer.

The weight of it hasn’t fully hit yet but Evan still feels dazed at what he just agreed too.

But he’ll be with Barty. The boy who just claimed to want him. For a split second Evan thinks that,
that makes it all ok. Because he can finally be with him. No more hidden longing stares or pushing
down urges and butterflies. After this he can finally have Barty. All he needs to do is become a
killer.

Evan feels his brain split in two.

“Help me?…” Barty's voice trails off and Evan follows his gaze to Amelia's body.

“Oh.” He whispers. Right. To become a killer one must kill.

“Not getting cold feet are ya?” Barty laughs but Evan can sense the caution lacing it.

Yes.
Yes. Please just fucking kill me.

Kill me so I can no longer be in love with a murderer.

Kill me so I don’t become one.

“No, I uh, I’ve just never done this before.” He says instead.

Barty bumps their shoulders together. How he is so fucking casual about this Evan doesn’t know.
Though he supposes it must have something to do with the fact that he’s an insane psychopath.
Maybe his taste isn’t as good as he thought it was.

“Hey, don’t worry it's easy, we don’t want to get rid of the body anyway but I’m thinking of
placing her just above the stairs, creating a waterfall of blood. That sounds wicked don’t ya think?”

Evan can feel the excitement vibrate off Barty, similar energy to as if a child got placed in front a
table of sweets and was told to go wild.

But it shouldn’t sound wicked. It should sound inhumane and violating.

But it didn’t.

Barty makes it seem cool, artistic almost.

Evan can feel his mind ripping itself apart, he feels like a monster although he has not yet
committed a sin that would label him as such. Not yet.

Barty takes Evans hands in his, placing a pair of black gloves in them. “Here put these on so you
don’t get bloody fingerprints or whatever everywhere.”

Evan does what he says and observes as Barty bends over to pick up his ghostface but doesn't put it
on yet.

“Here just grab her arms and I’ll grab her legs.” The cloaked boy moves forward and clutches onto
Amelia’s ankles.

Evan does the same with her wrists but his breath stops when he notices that they are still warm
and he can faintly feel a pulse.

He feels whatever colour he had left in his face drain away.

“She’s still alive.” His voice is flat.

“Of course she is, idiot. Made me chase her around the whole house, the annoying cunt.” Barty
teases like they aren’t talking of the almost dead body of a girl.

“We have to wait until we get to the stairs to kill her so the blood is fresh. And besides, where's the
fun if she dies painlessly, that’s just boring, don’t be boring Evan”. He scrunches his nose in a
motion that Evan finds cute despite the reason for it.

“Right, sorry.” He replies, shutting up.

They move swiftly, through the door and hallway to the stairs where they carefully place Amelia’s
body on the floor.

Just as Evan releases her wrists, Amelia jolts forward, gasping for breath. Evan stares at her wide
eyed, unsure what to do and completely frozen on the spot.

“Evan?” She pants, staring at him like he’s Jesus. “Call the police, there's someone in the house.”

But Evan can’t reply. He can’t do this.

A knife snakes its way across her neck as Barty’s now masked face leans down into her ear.
Oh god.

“No I don’t think he will be doing that. Right Evan?” He tilts his head.

Evan can hear the smirk on Barty’s face.

“What? I- I don’t understand. Evan. Please.” Tears stream down her face, voice cracking.

Those are Amelia Bones last words.

A plea for help to her friend who she will forever rest thinking that they betrayed her.

Evan knows that it’s true though, he did betray her.

He doesn’t know if he will ever get the image of her face, confused and broken, out of his head. He
thinks it's fair punishment though, he doesn’t deserve to walk out of this unscathed.

But why does he feel so unscathed?

Why has his brain not stored that image as a traumatic one?

He feels horrible and sad at what just occurred, at the way he did nothing as his friend murdered an
innocent girl. But he doesn’t feel… disgusted. At the imagery he just watched.

Blood splatters over his face from where Amelia's throat gushes blood, resembling a sprinkler.

He hears a cackle coming from the boy next to him.

“ Oh save me Evan p-p-p-please.” Barty mocks putting on a high pitched voice and Evan notices
that his mask is off again, Amelia wouldn’t have known that it was Barty who killed her. Only
Evan.

He begins moving down to her torso where he sticks his knife in and tears her stomach apart, guts
and blood spilling out. Barty then turns her over to her side so the blood could pour out more freely
onto the staircase. Creating his vision of a crimson waterful.

Evan hasn’t moved. His pupils unfocus and his surroundings blur together, he can feel his
heartbeat in his brain, pulsating.

He’s a fool to think he can do this. He hates the way he knows his pupils dilated in fascination as
Amelia's insides were put on display. He hates the way he found Barty breathtaking when his veins
popped out as he ripped open skin. He hates the way his finger twitched for a short second, iching
to grab the knife off Barty and have a turn.

How did his morals- his personality change so quickly?

How did Barty know this part of Evan existed when Evan himself wasn’t aware?

The killer admires his work before he turns to Evan.

“Come on Evs we gotta get out of here.” Barty urges.

Evan doesn’t budge. His breathing gets heavier and wet salty tears flow down his face. He thinks
he hears Barty speaking and he tries to focus on that sound but he can’t quite grasp onto it.

Spiralling.

Revealing.

Why is he like this?

He’s a monster as well.

It’s Barty touching him that brings him back.

And whilst there was a time where he would instantly lean into such a touch unconsciously now as
Barty tugs on his arm he flinches back in fury.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He warns. Barty did this to him. Barty’s the one destroying him.

If he had just left Evan alone and went off fulfilling his killing fantasies himself then he wouldn’t
be in this situation. This newly revealed part of himself would have stayed hidden.

Fuck Crouch and his selfishness. He just has to drag Evan down to hell with him.

“Evan…” Barty advances closer but Evan only steps back further. Head held up.

“Get me out of here and then leave me the fuck alone.” He demands.

“You surely understand that I can’t do that.”

“I would never snitch on you Barty, you know that, but I can’t be a part of this.” Evan pleads, a
hidden meaning lacing his words.

I can’t be a part of this because I’m terrified I might enjoy it.

If only his mother could see him now.

Her only son, a gay psychopathic murderer on a killing spree with the man he loves.

But when would this even end? The police would surely catch them eventually and then what?
Evan spends the rest of his days in a jail cell all because he’s in love?
Barty trails his knife with his finger, cleaning off blood.

His expression goes flat before forming a cruelness that makes Evan’s blood run cold.

Just a bit insane.

“What if I killed Regulus. Or Pandora. Perhaps Dorcas.” He taunts. “Would you snitch on me
then? Or would you watch as I cry at their funerals. Would you stay up at night mourning them
knowing you had the power to stop their deaths? You are as much of a monster as I am Evan, I just
embrace it while you pussy away.”

You’re right.

“No, you’re wrong.”

“No. I’m not. Admit it Evan!” He growls.

“No. Barty stop it, you’re being mean.” Evan feels his legs beginning to fall out.

“Mean? I’m telling the truth Evan. You're still trying to hold onto your moral compass but Ev….
that got fucking crushed under the soles of your shoes the second you agreed to join me.” Barty
tilts his face, fake sympathy on his features.

You’re right.

“No.” He begs, head shaking.

“What if we finished off your mum instead? Would you still sob? Don’t tell me that you wouldn't
enjoy murdering that bitch, god knows that she deserves it.”

Evan momentarily lets his imagination run wild. Visions of him stabbing his mother fly through his
head. Him on top of her, digging a knife in and out of her chest, watching with a smirk as she
screams and prays to a God who is powerless against Evan’s rage. He’d relish in the way blood
 splatters onto his face and the way her skin rips open so easily. He’d keep going until her body lays
lifelessly and there is no more blood left in her body to spray out at him.

Evan’s knees finally give out under him and he goes crumbling to the floor. Gasping sobs escaping
him.

What the fuck is wrong with him.

His eyes try to focus on the floor but his vision gets filled with a ripped up black cloak.

He feels arms wrap around him and a voice whispering in his ear.

And that's the last thing Evan remembers before he blacks out.

Chapter End Notes

The title is slightly misleading

So what do we think? Give me validation in the comments or I will do a Nick and cry
and quit.

Guys did you know that I love Bartylus!!!! anyways TOTALLY

UNRELATED but a Barty pov will be coming soon

Barty our little closeted gay and Evan our little closeted psychopath

I could not be bothered to read this over and i think Anna is getting sick of editing my
writing so ignore any mistakes

TikTok: inaslayss
 No rules. Just pain.
Chapter Notes

Sorry for the short chapter x but Barty pov next

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wednesday;

Evan wakes up to a voice. He groggily opens his eyes and sees the white roof of his room. For a
short second he’s happy, not having a clue as too how he got here or what occurred yesterday but
then he becomes confused because how did he get here? And then finally it all comes rushing
back.

Barty.

Ghostface.

Amelia.

Murder .

He bolts upright in his bed and sees the source of the voice which seems to be aggravated.

“Father, I've said this, I was with Rosier all day.”

There’s a short pause in which Evan assumes that Crouch Sr is talking. Barty despises talking to his
father which means he will be in a shitty mood all day- he’ll be nice to Evan though, he always is.
But Evan doesn’t want to be nice to him. He wants to wrap his skinny fingers around his Adam's
apple and squeeze until eyes bulge and bones crack.

“Yes we will be at school.”

Another small pause. Evan takes the chance to visually engulf the boy. His wet hair and one of
Evans outfits. He must’ve showered because there was no trace of the previous night on him. Evan
briefly wishes he was so lucky but as he lifts a tender hand up his face he finds that no blood
plagues the surface nor is there any on his hands. Was he washed? He has no memory of
showering. Actually he has no memory of anything past… last night.

“Ok bye.” Barty hangs up with an annoyed sigh before he sees Evan out of the corner of his eye
and whips his head to face the boy in the bed.

All he needs to do is get Barty close enough that he can wrap his slimy murderous hands around
his neck and some of him is surprised that such a plan has actually been formulated. Is he really
going to kill the man he loves?

“Hi.” He puts on a faux smile. Evan could also manipulate and lie.

“Uh hi.” Barty smiles, looking taken aback by the friendly behaviour but nonetheless he walks
towards the bed.

Good . Evan thinks. Let me destroy you like you destroyed me, let me murder you like you
murdered my innocence. Let me give you hope then crush and spit on it.

Evan moves towards the edge of the bed, legs dangling off as he sits. Barty continues to advance
towards him and Evan looks up slightly.

“How are you feeling?” The boy standing is basically in between Evan’s legs.

He looks up through his eyelashes. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah?” Barty looks confused but goes with it anyway. “Slept it off?”

Evan resists the urge to let his murderous thoughts appear on his features. Slept what off exactly?
His morals? Slept off the last remains of his sanity and chance of seeing the afterlife? The good
version of the afterlife that is. Whatever it may be, Barty made sure Evan will only ever see
flaming fires. He wouldn’t be particularly surprised if he stood at red rusted gates and saw Barty
sitting on a throne, ruling over the damned.
Instead of asking he simply nods, his breath catching when a hand comes down to caress his face.
Evan curses himself at his lingering feelings. But it doesn’t matter. His hate is more powerful than
love.

“I washed the blood off last night using a cloth when you slept, hope you don’t mind. You looked
breathtaking covered in it.” A finger is run across his cheek.

Evan’s smile widens, though not at the sweet comment- although he can admit that his heart is
unfortunately racing at it. But because Barty called him breathtaking when that’s exactly what he
plans to do. Take Bartys breath. Strangle it out of him until his face is blue and no longer
gorgeous.

It's quite ironic that Bartys charisma will be the death of him.

And Evan was planning to get Barty close enough to crush his airways but as a thumb rolls over
his lips he rethinks his decision to do so.

His breath quickens and Evan despises the way his body responds to such a simple touch. But he
needs to do this, rid his soul of the demon that made a home there. A demon that was warmly
welcomed for so many years.

Isn’t this everything he’s ever dreamed of? To have Barty at his disposal, to be able to look and
kiss and feel him whenever he desired. And for a second Evan has a seed of doubt in his head, he
could discard his plan and let this just be a kiss. Let them bloom into something more.

But his mind hardens when he remembers their situation. They will never be able to become
something more. They will never own an apartment with an art studio. They will never hold each
other close on cold nights.

They will never be.

And who’s fault is that?

So fuck that fantasy.

but he might as well make this sting more.

On that thought, Evan leans his head up further and watches with a growing smile and a racing
heart as Barty leans down.

Their lips are so close that Evan can feel Bartys breath, he can feel the longing of both boys. He
can glimpse into the life they should’ve had.

He almost doesn’t pull back.

But he does.

And within seconds he has Barty on the floor, struggling to breathe with a shocked and betrayed
look on his face as Evans hands wrap around his neck and don’t let go.

“Evan.” He hears the boy under him choke out. But he isn’t paying attention.

I hate him.

“I hate you.” He says, grip tightening.

I hate him.

“I hate you.” He repeats.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate
him

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” Evan digs his fingers into Barty’s oesophagus. “I
hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He gets more aggressive.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He’s practically
screaming.

“Evan stop.” Barty croaks, attempting to pull him off and perhaps Barty is stronger, but Evan is
angry.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate
him.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate
you.” Tears fall from his cheeks onto Barty’s.

Barty lets out a final choke as he manages to free his right arm from where it was being crushed
under Evan.

“Ev.” Barty gasps for breath, voice barely a whisper, but he uses a finger on his now free hand to
tilt Evan’s face up to his from where it’s trained on his neck.

And although not a single word is said Evan hears the message clear in his mind.

You’re killing me.

And his grips loosen. He can’t do it.

He hears Barty gasp, hand flying up to his throat, fear finally becoming apparent on his face. He
could’ve died. Evan wishes he did.
“Why?” he suddenly sobs murderous thoughts drained from his mind, he grasps onto the other
boy's shirt like he’s being sucked into a vortex and Barty is his only grounding object.

“Why did you do this to me?” He doesn’t resist as Barty sits up and cradles Evan in his arms.

He almost feels comforted, Barty doesn’t even seem mad. Though Evan doesn’t know if that is a
good thing or not.

“I didn’t do anything Evan. Fucking understand that! I just made you realise who you are.” A
gravelly voice whispers into his ear.

And it hits Evan. They lost everything they had. Not just possible love but friendship as well. And
that hurts a lot more.

Barty is the only thing he had, their relationship kept him going and now he’s left to wither away
with the remains of it. Who knew that one night, one decision could change so much?

He’s too tired to argue back. That’s what he tells himself at least. But deep down he knows the real
reason. There's no point in arguing with the truth.

So he stays still. Holding onto the one thing that once kept him happy. Now he feels that hanging
around it drives him into insanity.

Evan’s life first began when he met Barty Crouch Jr:

He had always existed of course. But that was it, just existed.

The second their eyes first connected and the fates aligned Evan had been entranced by the other
boy.

Barty Crouch Jr soon became Evan’s reason for living. He became his religion, his soul, the devil
that lived on his shoulders.
 Evan Rosier would’ve worshipped Barty if he had let him.

Knowing Barty was better than any pleasure he could have ever experienced.

He was truly a drug.

Evan seemed to have forgotten how good drugs were until they ruined you.

Barty Crouch Jr brought Evan to life. And then- like the tragic tale of Victor Frankenstein. Barty
created a monster and will die wishing he didn’t.

One way or another this will end.

Chapter End Notes

Ok soooo first i would like to say that the end is Evan’s interal thoughts. Nothing is set
in stone, *glances to mcd tag*

Their so Lana Del Rey coded.

Um i wrote this whole thing in an hour SIMPLY BC OF THIS RLLY SWEET

COMMENT I GOT. So it’s not the best and it’s short but i wanted proper angst.

I actually rlly like this chapter.

Barty pov coming soonnnnnnn, remember how I said I like Bartylus SORRY IM
SO BAD WITH SPOILERS SO I WILL NOT BE TALKING ANYMORE BYE BYE

Also i wrote the ending for the fic and sat and cried and had a 10 minute depression
episode so yeah hope everyones looking forward to it

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 7: The past will come back to bite you in the ass
Chapter Summary

Guys ive run out of horror movie rules that relate to the chapter
+
Ik we are technically up to rule 6 but i want the rules to match up with the chapter
numbers so ignore that

Chapter Notes

Guys pls dont hate me for the Evan pov i have so much planned for Bartys pov but
then i realised that we still have a full day until Thursday which is when Bartys…
chapter…. Needs to happen and also when Marys party happens?!?!?!!?? So Bartys
pov will unfortunately not be until Thursday

But im actually rly proud of my writing in this chapter :)))))

Anyway read til the end for a surprise

Chapter warnings:
Talk of death

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wednesday;

Evan Rosier first fell in love with Barty when he was 12. The two boys were having a sleepover at
Evans house and had been chasing each other around the house with a pair of toy lightsabers. Evan
was running through the house desperately trying to hide from Barty.

His breaths were shallow and frequent from running around so much and he could hear heavy
stomps close behind him that belonged to Barty. He ran up the stairs as fast as he could and once at
the top he spun around so he had the higher ground against his perpetrator.

“Ha!” He called out with a wide smile on his face as he took in Barty’s shocked expression at the
way Evan suddenly stopped and faced him.

Their lightsabers clashed against each other as both boys let out grunts and taunts before Evan took
off again without warning.
“Wimp!” Barty had shouted out, quickly running after his friend.

Evan took a sharp right, almost slamming into the corner of a wall. He ran into his mother’s room
and jumped on the queen sized bed with floral bed sheet designs.

Barty, being close behind him, also jumped on top of the bed and both boys began fighting, in what
they would have described as an epic final battle. None of them cared about the mess they were
making in Evan’s mum’s room or around the house in general, too wrapped up in being a kid and
having fun with their best friend.

Evan still remembers how happy he was that day- how happy he always was whenever he was
around Barty, he hated being at home but when his best friend was around it wasn’t that bad.
Whilst Evan had grown up in this structure he called a house for so many years he never truly felt
like it was a home until Barty was in it.

After a minute of going back and forth fighting, Barty received a final blow from Evan’s lightsaber
and dramatically fell backwards onto the bed with a prolonged ‘noooooo’.

Evan stood over Bartys figure, whose chest was heaving up and down in deep breaths. Evan
wobbly tried to keep his stance as the bed dipped down under their weight.

“I won.” He declared proudly, holding his lightsaber down to Bartys chest.

“Hmmm.” Barty opens an eye and stares up to Evan. “Did you though?”

Without warning a hand flew up to Evans wrist, pulling him down on top of Barty, that is before
Barty pushed him under and rolled on top. Causing Evan’s breath to stop as he took notice of the
way his wrist and body tingled at the contact.

“I won.” Barty smiled and his face was like the sun, so contagious Evan couldn’t even pretend to
be mad about losing and that's when he first knew.

He wanted to kiss Barty Crouch Jr. Evan wanted to hold him in his arms and never let go until the
insatiable desire he felt went away.
But he doesn’t think it ever could. The urge to rip open Barty’s heart and hide it inside his own still
remains. He hates himself for it.

The feeling he felt then was an innocent confusing urge between two young boys with a type of
affection for each other that they grew being told should only occur between a man and a woman.

Their laughs and giggles slowed down as both boys got lost in a fantasy they fought to not recreate.
It was as if Evan’s soul was made up of a stolen piece of Bartys and finally after 12 years it had
returned to its rightful owner.

Evans' heart belonged to Barty’s, no matter how much his brain hated it. For his heart could only
understand desire and the truth not thoughts.

He gazed into green eyes and saw something so beautiful tears welled in his own brown irises.

Evan fell in love with Bartys soul before he knew the boy's skin and body, before he could ever
explore it with his own tender lips.

Too many times after that day did Evan wake up in hot sweats with memories of Barty panting his
name under blankets and the night sky.

Even now as he pathetically tries to hate the other boy Evan can not deny the way his body and
heart craves Barty.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan walks into school numb, his eyes glide over the mass amounts of police cars, reporters and
grim looking students. The death in the town was apparent, mothers didn’t let their kids play on the
streets, the malls became deserted, the smell of blood still reeking through the air despite the
extensive clean it went through after the attack.

Anxiety pumps through him, do they who did it? Is he going to walk into school grounds and get
tackled to the floor?
His concerns must be evident on his face because a rough hand grabs onto his as does a mouth dip
down to his ear and whispers into it.

“Stop looking so guilty, the police don’t know shit.” Barty harshly hisses into his ear, making
Evan’s breath stop at a rasp of it.

There was no remains of their old friendship left behind. Cruel words replaced sweet comforts,
possessive holds replaced innocent touches and hardened eyes replaced soft looks. But what Evan
hasn’t fully comprehended is that this Barty is the real Barty. The one before was a carely crafted
mask and now that Evan has seen underneath it the psychopath finds no reason to keep said mask
on.

The last of their life before had been wept out by Evan on the floor of his bedroom as he
desperately tried to hold onto the boy he onced loved. The boy he knows he still loves.

He hates Barty more than he could ever put into words but he loves him more than his brain can
grasp. And all these feelings mix together to form one single burning emotion; self hatred. Evan
hated himself.

He manages to keep his composure until he enters the school building. There, surrounded by
photos and flowers is the locker of Amelia Bones. The girl he killed. Evan feels his breath quicken
as the guilt of the previous night hits him again, not guilt from the murder itself per say but the
guilt from not feeling any guilt for murdering.

And he wasn’t even the one to kill her, but in the eyes of Evan and the law it's all the same. He
could have stopped her death but instead be stood and watched as her throat was slit as his brain
split between fanination and disgust.

He doesn’t even realise that his hand is still connected to Barty’s until he mindlessly parts with it
and walks over to the locker, tears swimming in his eyes. For a small second he thought of how
suspicious he must look before he takes in his surroundings and realises the crowd of sollum
people.

Rest in peace Amelia Bones .

Is in big letters in the middle of the locker door with her school photo. She really was gorgeous.
They are all here to mourn Amelia Bones. Whether she was their friend, classmate, peer, or a
stranger, the whole town was feeling the weight of her death.

Evan lets his mind wander, who might Amelia become if Evan hadn’t gotten in the way of her
fate? Was she smart? Did she have her future planned out? If Evan and Barty hadn’t been there that
night would some other tragic event occurred to her instead?

None of Evan’s questions matter because whatever alternative reality Amelia might have had was
cut off from her actual one, similar to the way Barty cut off her oxygen with a simple slash of a
dagger.

One decision, one action and two psychopathic teenagers. Together they ended the life of a
promising young woman and though complex forms of guilt could be found in one of them, the
other was a soulless being sent from the darkest depths of hell in the form of pure art and beauty
that is Barty Crouch Jr.

As if the devil himself can hear his resentful thoughts, Barty gracefully walks over to where Evans'
broken stane stands and takes hold of his hand again. Evan glances up to the taller boy and watches
in shook as he places a perfectly sorrowful expression on his features and touches delicate fingers
on both shoulders, stomach and forehead, making the sign of a cross. Evan half expected it to burn
him.

His eyes widen at the hidden mocking Barty is bestowing, was murdering the poor girl not
enough? Must she be tormented by her killer even in death?

“Such a tragedy.” His head dips down, brown hair covering his eyes which reveal his lies and sins
so the people around them who nod their heads to Barty’s statement could not see his wickedness.

Head still down, Barty tilts his face towards Evan, eyes rolling at the miserable expression
displayed on his profile.

“Tsk. Come on.” He whispers, pulling Evan away from the locker and leading them into the
bathroom. He doesn’t bother resisting.

Barty quickly checks each stall to make sure they are alone before guiding both of them into the
end changing room stall and locking the door.
They sit on the floor, opposite each other and Barty does nothing but watch as the last of Evan’s
tears fall onto the cold tiles.

“Are you done now? You need to stop being such a baby.” Barty scolds and Evan feels rage.

Is he not the one who forced Evan into this in the first place? How dare he be mad if Evan copes
with being a fucking killer.

“You fucking insensitive dickhead.” He emphasises between clenched teeth, new tears falling from
his eyes but for a different reason. “Not all of us are fucking insane animals with no soul.”

Bartys jaw twitches. “Fine then walk away Evan, leave me here and never think of me again.”

“Stop it!” He hisses. “Stop acting like I have a choice.”

“And what if I did. What if I said you could walk out here now and there would be no
consequences.”

I’d leave without a second thought. He lies to himself.

He’d stay.

He’ll always stay by Barty’s side. He’s addicted to the boy who’s slowly killing him like a drug.

Evan stands up. “I’d leave and never look back.”

The lie flows out so easily he almost thinks he got away with it but he could always tell when Barty
was lying, he’s forgotten that Barty can also tell the same with him.

“Really?” He stands and his figure towers over Evans. “‘Cause you didn’t give me that impression
this morning when you couldn’t even fucking kill me.”
How dearly does Evan miss the boy Barty was.

So sweet with their sour lemonade and soft words and touches. Pitifully he still holds onto the
memory of it. He reminisces as if their old friendship didn’t exist only yesterday.

“What happened to us?” His voice breaks as the words leave him accidentally.

Barty’s anger and ignorance physically melts off him in front of Evan as he sinks to the ground
once more, his back dragging across the wall.

“I don’t know.” He states simply but honestly.

“Why does this,” he hesitates slightly, sitting opposite to Barty again, “have to get in the way of us.
Can’t we go back to what we were before.”

Barty looks up from where his eyes were glued to the floor. “What were we before?”

Evan opens his mouth to respond but no words come out.

What were they before?

“I don’t know. But I liked it.”

“Yeah? So did I.” A sweet smile finally breaks out on his face.

“Me too.” Evan returns the grin.

A silence begins to rule over them and Evan takes the opportunity to stare at Barty as his mind
races. How quickly did they move on from the topic of murder and hate. Deep down he knows that
this is just another manipulation scheme from his favourite killer but he doesn’t find that he minds
that much, because maybe now they can go back to the way they were before. Plus the killings.
And for the first time since last night Evan begins to recognise Barty as home again.

And maybe his mind is simplifying and downgrading the fact that they are murderers due to the
moment but Evan finally feels like he can do this. With Barty. Together. It doesn’t fully register in
his brain that he’s talking about being a serial killer, or maybe it does and he’s just truly accepted it
now. The word doesn’t seem so dirty and evil anymore because Barty , the Barty he knew is with
him again. Even if it's a mask. A very strong part of Evan hopes that it isn’t all a mask, that
perhaps their friendship is still real.

Evans' eyes suddenly avert the face they were glued to as Barty speaks. “This morning… minus all
the attempted murder and shit, were you going to kiss me?”

Evan instantly feels his face burn up, fuck, why did he have to bring that up.

He could lie and pretend like he feels no other affection for the boy other than platonic. But he
doesn’t think he can, it’s too big of a question. Well the question is quite simple but the answer….

He could….

He could tell the truth.

Or.

Fucking hell what is he thinking.

Or he could show him.

Evan glances down to their intanged legs, the stall being way too small for both of them to spread
out. Cautiously he leans forward slowly, back lifting off the wall as his body fits itself in between
Barty’s legs.

“What would you do if I was? What if I said yes .” He slightly mirrors Barty’s earlier words as his
breathing becomes deep.
 Their faces only inches away as both of them momentarily resist the urge to close the gap between
them, Evans' own eyes become round as Barty’s focus turns into something filled with purpose and
intent. His lips part slightly as he studies the faded freckles on Barty’s cheek. Oh how he wanted to
kiss them all, slowly and meaningful as his fingers trace them like the beautiful stars they
resemble.

Evan feels a hand snake its way up his shirt and with that he gently places his lips on Bartys.

It’s short and innocent but already everything he’s dreamed of and more. Literally.

He barely moves away before a hand grabs the back of his head and pulls him back in.

Both of them move their body so Evan is placed on Bartys lap, their lips still connected in a deeper
kiss.

Evan’s body responds to Barty’s touch as his mind goes into shock.

He’s kissing Barty Crouch Jr.

5 years it’s taken him to do that and he does it on the floor of a dirty changing room after
expressing his anger about being a ghostface.

Fuck he’s stupid .

Chapter End Notes

Guys did anyone catch the TSOA qoute i put in

Sorry for the last update (its literally been like 4 days but that's late for me ) im sick
and can only write decent at 1-3am. Its 2:44am rn

SO SWEET WITH THEIR SOUR LEMONADE i died.

Omg i was scrolling through the comments on this rosekiller tiktok and liking
comments and shit AND SOMEONE MENTIONED MY FIC?!?! And it wasnt even
one of my moots (i make them rec my fic to everyone )

Guys I kinda hate that ending and its faking every fucking being in my body to not get
rid of jt but they gotta fucking kiss already we only have one more day until Thursday.
Which means only like 3-4 more chapters ☹️☹️☹️

Theres not enough killing going on atm so next chapter there will be a kill but
Thursday gonna be a blood bath i swear

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 8: Don't fuck with the original
Chapter Notes

“Next chapter there will be a kill scene” I LIED EVERYONE but next chapter
there will ACTUALLY be one.

So sorry for late update ive been rlly sick!!

Chapter warnings:
Graphic description of death
Anxiety
Self harm? Just Evan digging his nails into his arms!!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wednesday:

The story of creation retells the tale of Adam and Eve. A man and woman are put in a world of
paradise, their only rule being to not eat the fruit that a singular tree bears. And that seems simple
enough, to live a life so pure and perfect all one must do is not give into the desire to eat the
forbidden fruit.

And Eve abides by this rule, for many years, her eyes closed to the reality of the world. Innocent.

Until a serpent finds her. The snake is conniving and shows the desire of the fruit and quickly
convinces Eve to betray and abandon everything she knows. The fruit is eaten and Eve’s eyes are
opened, her mind is filled with things that did not matter before. But eating the fruit came with
consequences, the garden of Eden is destroyed and Eve is thrown out to to the world, the rest of
humanity to come having to pay for her actions.

Kissing Barty feels like that story. He is both the serpent and the fruit, both the corruptor and the
desired. And he supposes God in that story would be the equivalent to humanity in Evans life, the
entire world and society begging him to make the righteous choice; to not eat the fruit, to not
become a killer.

Kissing Barty opens Evan’s eyes to a world he did not fully not know existed.

He’s given up his future, his life, to worship Barty like the devil he is. And now as their lips move
hurriedly against each other, it all seems worth it.

He’s had a taste of the forbidden fruit and god, he wants more.

Evans hips roll forward, a breathy laugh exiting him as Barty releases a groan.

Everything is perfect. This moment, if Evan had a single wish he would wish to live in this moment
for eternity. Evans' stolen piece of soul has truly been returned to Barty’s and it has no intentions of
leaving again.

The way their movements slow down, content with a slow gentle kiss and their bodies pressed
against each other, fills Evan with a sense of home . He always knew that he was like a compass
and Barty was his north but now he’s finally arrived at his destination and it’s greater than
anything his dreams came up with.

The outside world has never felt as pointless as it does right now because Evans' world is finally
his . His to touch, to hug, to love. He wants to stay like this until his smell is infused into Barty’s
clothes so everyone will know the story of their love. So now he will no longer have to stare at
Regulus with jealousy in his eyes for stealing Barty’s heart first and not taking care of it, because
Barty is his. So he will no longer have to glare at the girls and boys that whisper about Barty’s
beauty, because Barty is his.

Their lips finally part with gasps coming from both boys. Evan rests his forehead on Bartys, their
bodys warm with smiles plastered on their faces. He wants to say something but he finds that
nothing of what he is feeling could be put into words.

There is something that would suffice.

I love you.

But he knows he can’t. No matter how true it is, or the amount of emotions and time that are
weaved into the letters, it’s far too early. Evans has never been good with living in the moment,
Barty helps with that a lot. With him they can go on adventures, play pranks and act like
the teenage boys that they are.
But with this. He just can’t. Not yet, no matter the longing to do so.

But trusting his heart worked out last time. When he decided to kiss Barty. Maybe he should trust it
now. But he’s finally managed to stake his claim on the brunette, what if he scares him off.

He’s being silly, Barty might not feel the same way that Evan does, but he would never leave him.
Right?

But what if Barty feels the same way. What if they die tomorrow suddenly without Evan
confessing the overwhelming love he has for Barty. What if he dies not knowing if Barty loves
him as well.

Fuck it.

He’s going to do it.

His mouth opens.

The words form on his tongue.

And.

And-

And a hand slaps over his mouth.

He furrows his brows to showcase his confusion.

“Someone just came in.” Barty whispers back, looking almost giddy at having to hide.
Evan had been too wrapped in his thoughts to notice the bathroom door open and close but as his
ears tune in he can hear the gentle chatter of two students, he doesn’t recognise the voices so he
assumes that they are in a different year level from them.

A smile widens over his covered mouth and in turn Barty lets out a shhhh , which is disrupted by a
small laugh.

Evan places a hand over Barty’s mouth and both boys begin to stare at each other desperately
trying to not laugh.

Honestly he’s pretty terrified of someone finding them, sitting on a changing room stall… on each
other's lap. Yeah it wouldn’t look good. But Barty makes it seem like a joke, he really does help
with Evans anxiety.

He manages to keep in his laughs for a minute, that is until Barty’s lips begin peakering small
kisses across Evans palms. At first its sweet and he bites his lip, trying to contain his shy smile, but
then Barty raises his eyebrows up and down and Evan lets out a muffled snort, his head falling
onto Barty’s shoulder, trying to hold in his laughs.

“Oi do you hear someone?” A voice calls out and Evans eyes go wide as he stares up to Bartys
equally wide eyes.

“It’s probably the killer, gonna come kill ya.” Another voice replies, presumably their friend.

“Fuck off, that’s not funny bro. Come on, let's get out of here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever pussy.” The friend snickers and after a second Evan hears the bathroom
door slam shut.

He lets out a breath he doesn’t know that he was keeping in. He lifts his head from Barty and he
climbs off him as well, standing awkwardly.

“We should get to class.” He offers a hand which Barty takes to help him get off the floor.
“Yeah, see you at lunch?” Evan can feel the blush rising to his face as soft fingers graze over his
cheeks.

“Of course.” He stares into green eyes.

I love you.

Barty doesn’t wait for a proper goodbye before he opens the stall door and exits the bathroom.

Evan sinks to the floor once more as a hand runs through his curls. The last 10 minutes finally
catches up to him and he can’t help but go into shock as his breath quickens.

What are they?

Fuck he should’ve said I love you. No he shouldn't have. But maybe he should’ve. Whatever. It
doesn’t matter now, the moment has passed and if whatever they are continues then there will be
plenty of moments to come.

Them.

Them.

Jesus Christ he kissed Barty Crouch Jr.

The Barty Crouch Jr!!!

God, 12 year old him would be so jealous right now.

His mind replays the moment over and over, their lips and bodies touching, the warmth and joy. If
trusting his gut turned out like this everytime he would have to do it more often.
He hasn’t been brought up to ‘live in the moment’ every action he does is usually accompanied by
anxiety on how it will affect his future. It's crazy how much one person can change things. When it
comes to Barty, Evan thinks that he can do anything, be anyone and it will be ok.

He can leave his hair unstyled because Barty will find him beautiful anyway. He can put no effort
into his outfits because Barty will find him beautiful anyway. He can get a low grade, disappoint
his mum, shut out all his friends and act like a horrible person because Barty will find him
beautiful anyway. He can become a serial killer because Barty finds that beautiful too. And Barty
is the most beautiful person he has ever had the gift of laying eyes on.

He’s left to his thoughts until he hears the morning bell rings.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

He’s in maths, second period when it happens.

Evan lips tighten as he re reads the question over and over, the long equation not being
comprehended in his brain.

His frustration must be visible on his face because Dorcas bumps her shoulder into his.

“Oi, are you stuck on that question? I can help, it’s easy once you understand it.” She whispers,
arm moving over to Evan’s paper.

“I kissed Barty.” He blurts out, a hand flying up his face. He did not mean to say that.

Dorcas’s mouth drops so far, her jaw looks like it’s dislocated.

“You. What.” Her voice is like an endless void.

“Mhm.” Evan simply hums, turning back to his work as he chooses to ignore the way his leg is
shaking.

Dorcas blinks a few times, coming out of her initial surprise.

“Tell me literally everything.” She demands, body swinging around so she’s directly facing Evan.

“Ehhhh…” He begins. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell her but more that he doesn’t know how
to put such an intimate moment into words. It’s also kind of embarrassing.

Barty? Oh yeah, the boy I've been in love with since I was 12. Yeah!! Turns out he's a psychopathic
teenager and wants me to become one too!! So I responded by making out with him on a dirty
bathroom floor. Oh not before I tried to strangle him to death though and helped him murder a
girl.

Realistically he knows that he won’t tell Dorcas all of that, but still the situation he finds himself in,
is pretty fucked.

“I don’t know, there's not much to tell, he was comforting me about Amelia’s death and-”

Evan doesn't get to finish his story as the teacher pats him on his back. He is about to turn around
and apologise for talking but McGonagall ends up whispering in his ear.

“Evan, there are some men outside that would like you speak with you.” Her voice is laced with
sorrow and pity.

He throws a confused look to Dorcas before he stands from his seat and mutters a ‘thank you
ma’am’.

He can feel his fingers digging into his arms as anxiety overcomes him.

They know.
Of course they do.

Evan doesn’t know a thing about murdering, he probably left all kinds of DNA behind on the
scene.

This is the end.

He opens the door and sees the sheriff and deputy talking in hushed tones, however their murmurs
stop as they hear the door open and close.

It’s been a fun 17 years, he lies to himself.

His demise stares him right in his face.

Never fall in love with a serpent.

“Are you Evan Rosier?” The deputy speaks. A young man, mid 20s at most, his name tag is
missing and Evan can’t remember his last name but he swears it’s something like ‘Greengrass’ or
‘Longbottom’.

“Yes.” He stutters slightly in a failed attempt to keep calm.

“You might want to sit down for this boy.” It’s the sheriff speaking now, his name Evan does
remember, Alastor Moody. Big ugly guy that he personally can’t stand.

“Uh sure.” Evan looks around with no avail. No chairs in sight.

Moody notices this and wordlessly leads them into the empty classroom that’s opposite them. Once
inside the sheriff and deputy lean against the teachers desk with flat expressions so Evan chooses
to sit on the desk closest to the teachers.
Moody doesn’t waste any time.

“Your father’s car was found in the woods just outside the town, abandoned with no clues as to
where he has gone. Due to evidence we can not yet indulge you in, your father is now the primary
suspect in the Ghostface killing’s case.”

And that… is a lot to take in.

For a second he’s scared. His father? Ghostface?

But that’s impossible of course. Because he's Ghostface.

Stupidly Evan is confused, why would they think that his father, out of all people, is Ghostface?
But then it hits him. The police don’t even know that there are two culprits to this case, Evans dad
is the perfect man to frame. He can attack Evans mum and his friends without the police being on
his trail because who else is more likely to do all those horrid acts then his own father who left him
due to his hatred for his son.

It's a perfect tactic really. Get away with the killings and make Evan fully reliant on Barty. Because
it’s always fucking Barty. With his dad dead, or in jail or missing- whatver Barty plans to do with
him, and his mum in hospital. Evan will truly have no one else left but him. He can’t find comfort
in his friends because he’s lying to them. Who knows, half of them might end up dead tomorrow at
Barty’s hands. Or his.

“That’s um. A lot.” He purses his lips together and furrows his brows, creating a faux face of
puzzlement.

“Yes I understand that, but do not worry we will have police stationed outside your house until
your father is caught.” Moody reassures.

That’s not good.

“That’s really not necessary, I have my friend staying over and we can take care of ourselves. The
more attention and people surrounding our house the more motive my father will have to find a
way into it and kill me. Right?”
He tries to hide the annoyance he feels, Barty’s going to be pissed if a bunch of officers are
stationed outside his house.

The sheriff and deputy share an unsure look with each other.

“I don’t know about that boy.” Moody grumbles.

Stupid old man.

“Please sir, I suffer from diagnosed anxiety and my nerves would be a lot more settled if we did
this my way.” He says calmly.

Just agree. He plasters a small sweet smile on his face.

Don’t and I’ll stick my knife into your chest til your skin is so ripped that the police need your ID
to identify you.

Evan could feel himself becoming more unhinged by the moment, and maybe It’s the unessnessary
rage he feels right now, but it feels freeing and empowering. He welcomes the madness with open
arms.

Moody lets out a groan as he lifts himself from the desk “Well it saves me from less work.”

The Deputy- Evan really needs to find out his name, sends a shocked look to Moody but keeps his
mouth shut.

The fucking police. Lazy bastards.

Evan almost laughs at their stupidity. Are they really going to let a teenage boy live on his own
with his father as a lead suspect in a murder case and his mother on the verge of death in a hospital
just because he wished it so?
They're either really stupid or just plain heartless.

“Better get back to class Rosier.” Moody calls out from where he’s holding the door.

Mindlessly Evan gets up and walks back to his classroom without another word. The door opens
and he takes this chance to glance at the clock, 10:59am.

He makes short conversation with Dorcas as she walks up to greet him at the door, he explains that
he will tell her what happened at lunch.

One more minute and the halls will be crawling with students. Anyone could do anything and go
unnoticed. The cameras wouldn’t be able to pick up on one student out of the hundreds pressed up
against each other, trying to get to the grounds.

How would anyone be able to hear a scream in a building filled with noise?

How would anyone be able to feel a life be stolen in a place filled with hundreds of pointless
selfish ones?

One more minute until Evan’s humanity has completely withered away.

Maybe his guardian angel has finally flown away in fear of becoming plagued with a poisonous
cruel disease that has infected Evan, perhaps it took his heart with it. Because Evan can only feel a
gaping hole.

Daddy issues. What a peculiar thing.

Barty has sentenced Evans' father to death. He might as well return the favour. Right?

The bell rings and Evan begins his hunt.

 A killer.

Ghostface.

Chapter End Notes

HI SORRY AGAIN FOR LATE UPDATE

ANYWAY; UGH EVAN HES SO INSANE AND I LOVE IT. Stan barty for making
him crazy ALSO THEM IN THE BATHROOM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH, IM
SORRY THAT WAS SO CUTE.
Im in my poetic era, i rlly love biblical references, especially in fics about gay ppl

Omg talking about gay ppl i kind of hate myself for not making Evan axsexual
considering its one of my fav hcs so we are gonna ignore everything ive said about
desire and stuff!! Ty very much

Next update should be super soon! Love you all

Random confession, my top listened to song in 2022 was apocalypse by cigarettes after
sex, purely because it reminds me of rosekiller I’ve listened to it so many times this
year it’s probably gonna be my top song again.

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 9: Unexpected is the new cliche.
Chapter Notes

Hi! So sorry for long update, idk why but i struggled writing this sm, like i was writing
it over the course of 3 days and stayed up to 4am writing last night and i still couldn't
complete it, but anyways

Chapter warnings:
Very vivid descriptions of death
Anxiety
Implied domestic abuse

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wednesday;

Evans' mind is no longer his own. The parasite he once called his best friend has finally taken over,
completely. Their symbiotic relationship was perhaps once equal but now one of them takes whilst
the other is doomed to be harmed; parasitism.

All that matters is who is the taker and who is the harmed. Over the last three days it has always
been Barty benefiting from Evan’s hurt but no more. And yes for a perfect 10 minutes their life
was at it once was. They were equal and happy, inlove. But Evan was delusional, he had hope and
forgot the reality of his life.

Barty only loves him when it’s convenient.

But is it enough?

It is. Pathetically, but at least Evan has a tiny scrap of self worth left to know that it shouldn’t be.

God hasn’t be kind to him. Maybe it’s because of his affiliation with the devil or maybe he’s as
unlikable as he thinks. So what reasons does he have to be kind back?

He could say that he’s sending heaven a gift by delivering another soul to them, but he doubts that
Bartemius Crouch Sr is getting anywhere near the pearly gates.
Evan ducks into a different bathroom from his morning, within the two minutes that it’s taken to
get here, he’s seen over five students running around in ghostface masks. The hallway surrounding
the bathroom is packed with people and the toilets themselves have men coming in and out.

His school is cheap and only invested in security cameras in classrooms and near the entrance.
Thanks to the greedy adults on the school board who line their pockets with money meant to go
towards his education and the building, Evans' plan can be pulled off seemingly.

It’s all falling into place and he doesn’t know where this burst of luck has come from or what it
will mean in the future but he’s grateful for it nonetheless.

He ducks into the stall closest to the door so he can quickly get in and out. The chatter of his peers
pierces into his ears as he zips open his backpack. The bathroom that he and Barty were in this
morning was a lot more closed off, only the delinquents looking for a quick smoke or something
more go into it, but these toilets are a lot more active and it reeks of piss and cologne.

He runs his fingers over the rough black fabric as his stomach explodes with anxiety, mainly
because he’s terrified that he can’t pull this off and the potential consequences of his actions.

Fuck he doesn’t even know why he’s doing this.

Revenge? For what? He hates his dad, and Barty didn’t even kill him. Should he not be grateful?

Then it must be a thank you? Thank you for getting rid of my dad and in return I’ll get rid of yours.
But blaming someone for murder and actually murdering someone is much different. Surely this
would just put the police on their trail, right? Evan supposes that depends on how well Barty did
his job at the false lead, and how well Evan performs with his plan.

Maybe it’s just to show Barty that he too can be evil, he too can murder. Is that not why he was
recruited in the first place?

It’s crazy to think that only this morning he was screaming about how he didn’t want to be
condemned to this fate. Only yesterday was his life getting shattered by green eyes and brown hair.
Only last week was his life perfect, Evan isn’t a generally happy person, he tends to find the
negative in things before the good, but his life before was good . He had his friends, he had Barty,
and now he doesn’t know which one he will end up killing first.
Evan throws the cloak over his head. He wants to say that it feels wrong on him, that it’s too big
and uncomfy, that he’s trying to play a role that he’s not made for, but his mind screams something
different.

Right.

Right.

Right.

It feels so fucking right. Like he was born for this but the world has kept him away from his
destiny. Maybe Barty isn’t his devil… maybe he’s his saviour. Because with this cloak covering
his body Evan feels like he finally has a purpose, he feels empowered for once in his puny short
life.

Time is a scary thing. For most people 100 years seems like forever, a perfect amount of time to
live, to find peace and love. But then again most people simply exist, and they tend to exist for a
lot less than 100 years. Their lives waste away as they lay in bed, their mattress becoming familiar
with the grove of their body as they rot.

In the endless river of time, for people like that their lives matter for a simple second, a small
current in the water before it settles once more. And no one can truly control how or when they
will leave the earth, but other people can decide for them if they are heartless enough. But for
events and people that matter, are important and will be remembered, their existence and
occurrences won’t simply become a short lived current, their lives and events become rocks
sticking out of the river for all to see. To remember and remain. And the water from the river now
has to curve around that rock, affecting the overall flow of the stream.

People like Evan and Barty have the power to end as many lives as they possibly can, they have
the power to make their name known. They have the power to become a rock. Probably not a big
rock, like World War One or a rock like Marilyn Monroe, but a rock nonetheless. People will talk
and theorise about their life, compare thoughts on why they did what they plan to do, talk about
how evil they are and the sorrow they feel for the victims. Yes, their rock won’t be pretty, it will be
covered in moss, be cracked and uneven. But it will exist nonetheless. The things people do for
fame.
Is that why Barty is doing this? For fame? Evan can’t believe that he hasn’t asked for a motive yet,
though he hasn’t really had the time to ask in between the crying, attempted murder, crying,
yelling, crying, kissing, crying, overall numbness and more murder.

Is Barty aware that he will become hated and his true nature will be revealed if he gets discovered?
Does he care? Throughout history there have been countless serial killers and murders that have
been loved and idolised by the insane all due to the attractiveness of the killers. Barty has the
whole town wrapped around his blood stained fingers, does he plan to use his looks as a weapon?

Evan eyes the white distorted mask staring up at him, he can’t be Evan anymore. He can’t be a
foolish boy in love with his best friend. He needs to become Ghostface.

He places the cold mask over his face and slips on the same leather gloves he wore whilst carrying
Amelia's body last night. He pulls the long curved knife out of one of the bags pockets and zips up
his backpack. He runs his gloved finger across the sharp edge of the dagger, and even with his
covered hands he can still feel the blade peirce into his skin slightly.

He winches as he pulls away, shoving the knife into the left pocket of the cloak. Ok. This is it.

Evan gently opens the stall and quickly moves towards the bathroom entrance before anyone can
notice him. Once out Evan lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. But the worst isn’t over
yet.

He glances around the hallway from where he’s plastered to the wall, the rush of students has died
down considerably but there are still quite a few people around at their lockers or just walking and
chatting.

Evan begins walking, his body pumping with adrenaline, he wants to make a call, to taunt Crouch
before he sticks his dagger in him, but he has nowhere to do it. It’s fine, he’ll have more
opportunities.

Evan walks with purpose, his strides powerful and mean as he pushes past students until he reaches
his destination.

The principal's office. It only took a minute to get there but Evan feels like it was hours, he tried to
act as casual as possible but he was terrified that he would be stopped by a teacher or an officer and
all this would be for nothing. But that didn’t happen because everyone in this fucking school is too
self centred to notice anything that isn’t in their line of interests.

Evan leans against the end locker that's only a couple of metres away from the door, his mind is in
shambles, one simple thought managing to be pushed forward as he attempts to formulate a plan;
Kill.

He doesn’t know how Barty does it, though Evan supposes that he has more planning time and the
cover of darkness at his disposal, maybe he should’ve waited until Crouch Sr went home, but he
can’t turn back now.

Besides there’s till enough people rushing through the hallways that he could easily slip in and out
of the office if he’s fast enough.

The thumping of shoes and yelling of voices causes his breath to quicken. Shit he needs to hurry
up.

Fuck, he doesn’t even know if Crouch is in his office.

Evan can feel his hands shaking with anticipation and anxiety, he’s going to do this. He will. He
has to, he has to prove to Barty that he’s not a doll that he can use as he wishes. He’s just as
dangerous and just as insane and if Barty messes with him one more time then he will drive his
knife into his heart until it pokes out his back.

A day ago he would have been terrified to admit that but now as the last of his sanity withers away
like dust he doesn’t care. Barty’s made a monster, he might as well get a little taste of it.

He lifts his back off the locker but just before his hand reaches the handle of the office door to turn
it, he hears the familiar voice of his principal yelling.

He whips his head around to see Bartemius Crouch Sr man-handling two boys in his year level by
the arm, screaming at them about being inappropriate and inconsiderate. The boys in question are
both wearing black ripped cloaks and are holding white masks in their hands, their probably the
same people Evan was talking about before.

“Never in my 30 years of teaching have I ever seen such disrespect and idoiticy from two almost
adult men! I am disgusted!” Crouch’s screeching voice echoes through the hallway, causing
everyone to look at his red face.

This is my chance . Evan dashes for the door trying to remain as unnoticed as possible and almost
accidentally slams said door shut. He whips his head around, surveying the room.

Its quite plain really, a brown wooden desk and lots of cabinets and paperwork. No personal items
of family pictures, Evan can’t tell if that suprises him or not because the man practically lives in
his office, though the lack of family photos makes sense.

Evan once again hears the yell of his principal getting closer to the office, he probably has around
10 seconds to hide before the door opens and everything is destroyed.

Evans eyes land on two closets facing each other at the left end of room where the walls slightly
close in on eachother, creating a small hallway. He basically runs to the cabinets and shuts himself
inside of the right one. The closets themselves are built into the wall however the one Evan is in
has a slats that he can peek out of whilst the other is framed with a mirror.

He barely has time to think before the office door is being thrown open.

“Both of you are being suspended.” Bartemius' voice is gravely and final.

Evan attempts to shift his body and head so he can see what’s going on but he can only manage to
move far enough to see the two boys lined up against the wall opposite him.

“But sir-“ One of them begs but is cut off.

“Shut it! I don’t want to hear any excuses, you're lucky It’s not expulsion. And give me those.”
Evan sees a hand enter his vision as it snatches the Ghostface mask that one of them still holds in
his hand.

“Out. Now!” Another scream, God knows how this man hasn’t ripped his vocal cords yet, Evan
will just have to do it for him he supposes.

“Yes sir.” Both boys stumble over their words and feet as they rush for the door and slam it shut.
Evan hears some rustling as he begins to become impatient. Should he strike now? His fingers feel
sore because of the intensity that he’s grasping onto the curved knife. Every second that he waits
another seed of self doubt is planted into his mind and he can’t take it any longer.

His free hand lifts up to push the closet door open but just before he does so, Bartemius Crouch Sr
comes directly into his view, the back of his balding head staring right at Evan’s face.

Oh how dearly he wants to stick his knife into his throat, watch as the blood gushes from the veins
like a water spout and smile as Crouch uselessly tries to stop the blood flow with his hands until he
drops dead.

Evan takes a deep breath.

Crouch lifts the Ghostface mask over his face and admires himself in the closet mirror, why he’s
doing this Evan doesn’t know, perhaps he’s imagining what it would be like, to be such a ruthless
killer. He can find out first hand now.

Crouch removes the mask with a tsk.

Now.

Evan pushes open the door and lunges. His soul finally truly being condemned to hell.

Crouch's body visibly goes into shock as he notices the figure in the background of his mirro and
his head jerks around, but it's too late. Evan grabs a hold of it and in one swift move his knife is
being run across his throat.

And it feels so fucking good.

Evans eyes are so wide he swears they could pop out of his socket.

Blood sprays everywhere, the mirror in front of them showcasing the event becomes painted in a
crimson red, it pools onto the carpet as Crouch falls to the floor, his hands desperately attempting
to cover his throat as blood pours out of his mouth.

Evan cradles his principal on the ground as his dagger goes in and out of his stomach. In and out. In
and out. Chunks of skin, muscle and intestines go flying across the room, creating red stains
everywhere.

He leans over the dying body of his lover's father, the blood rushing down his chin and throat
should have been enough but Evan doesn’t feel satisfied yet. He wants to dig his knife into
Crouch’s eye and twist knowing that he can’t scream. He wants to taunt him with the possibility of
getting out alive before he rips out his heart and forces him to chew on it. He wants to make him
hurt and repay back all the times that Barty has sobbed in his arms because his fathers hits hurt
more than usual.

He wants to make him pay for his shitty existence, he wants to kill him over and over for creating
such a gorgeous being and not appreciating him. How could Crouch ever hate his son? How could
anyone ever hate the fallen angel that is Barty Crouch Jr. He wants to pour bleach into the eyes of
anyone who has dared to look at Barty and not fall to their knees worshipping him.

Evan pulls Crouch's head back by his head, his throat slit opening up.

The gurgling sounds are music to Evan’s ears.

The blood is wine and Evan is completely drunk off it.

He leans forward and wipes his cloak across the surface of the mirror, clearing some of the blood
off so they can murkly see their reflections.

Evan rips his blood splattered mask off his face and his insane smile stretches from ear to ear as
Crouch lets out one last choked sob staring at his reflection before his eyes roll back and his body
becomes slack.

Bartemius Crouch Sr watches himself die.

And Evan Rosier watches himself become the monster he’s been terrified of since he was a child.
Little him would be so saddened if they saw him now.
⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

“Turn on the news.”

Evan groans and leans his body forward from where he’s laying his head on Bartys lap on the
couch.

He grabs the remote and moves back to his spot. Yes he knows what most likely is going to come
up but frankly he doesn’t give a shit. Evan’s proud of his actions, he entertains the murderous
thoughts in his mind and ignores how the parasite inside him slowly eats away at his brain.

He had hid Crouch Sr’s body in the same closet he died infront of, most teachers and students
know to keep away from him so he spends most of his day in his office undisturbed, Evan
wouldn’t be surprised if he’s left to rot for days until the stench of iron and death can be smelt
outside the room and someone finally unlocks the door only to be met with red painted walls and
wine stained carpets.

Evan looks up at the boy who is staring intensely at the television. What he’s looking for Evan
doesn’t have a clue, but that look isn’t anything good. Evan isn’t even within his line of sight yet he
feels the burn from Barty’s piercing stare.

He had caught a ride home with Barty of course, they talked in the car, laughed and smiled but it
still didn’t feel the same, somehow it felt forced, though he hopes that it’s just because they haven’t
talked about what happened in the bathroom this morning.

Evans' finger clicks the remote button and the channel changes, his eardrums instantly being filled
by a perky and slightly annoying voice.

“Hi! My name is Rita Skeeter and I am currently outside the house of high school student Evan
Rosier, who’s father- thanks to my inside sources, is believed to be the one behind these Ghostface
killings. As we all know, Evans mother, Mellisa Rosier is currently in the hospital recovering from
an attack by Ghostface who allegedly might be her ex husband.”

Evans' head shoots up from Bartys lap as he jumps off the couch and runs to the window facing his
front yard. His mouth drops as he sees a news van and a tall blonde lady on his front porch.
He turns around to Barty who's already walking towards Evan.

“Their on my fucking front porch.” Evan whisper-screams, hand running through his blonde curls.
He can’t deal with confrontation at the moment, especially with Rita obviously planning to ask
about his mother who his best friend tried to murder and his dad who his best friend is framing for
murder.

“Hey It’s ok, take a deep breath, we’re safe in the house.” Barty wraps his arms around Evan’s
figure and his eyes momentarily flutter close at the familiar tingle of his touch. At least he hasn’t
lost that.

He simply nods before making his way over to the couch and stiffly sitting on it.

“-Move the camera over here and do your job.” Rita's hushed voice comes through.

She’s quite young actually, mid 20s at most but still the most determined reporter in their town.
She swears that she’s going to make it big and Evan doesn’t doubt it. She's the exact type of person
that the news industry thrives off, stubborn and set on getting the perfect news story no matter
whose lives and careers she destroys along the way.

Evan watches with a panicked face as Rita knocks on his front door, the sound on the TV being
delayed slightly.

“So I have an exclusive interview with young Mr Rosier.” The smiles excitedly into the camera as
the lie tumbles out seamlessly.

His head whips around to the front door as he sees it open on the TV and Barty coming out of the
house.

“If it isn’t the son of the mayor!” Rita lets out a shocked gasp, “Crouch can you please tell us what
your father thinks of the Ghostface killings and what he plans to do to stop it.”

Evan stucks in a breath as he witnesses another news van pull up to his front lawn, the whole town
must be tuned into Rita’s broadcast, within 5 minutes every news agency in the area will be trying
to get into his house.

He can feel his body shaking and his breath quickening by the minute so without another thought
Evan grabs Barty’s car keys and quickly makes his way to the front door where Barty is happily
talking to Rita.

“Yes, well obviously It’s been hard on Evan with our beloved Melissa in hospital and his dad on
the run, but he’s staying as strong as he can.”

Evan cringes at Barty’s passive aggressive tone and the way he makes him sound like a child who
needs to be protected.

Another two cars park on his lawn.

“Awww, isn’t it so sweet that he has such a kind friend looking out for him.” Rita holds a hand to
her heart before her face stretches into a wide smile at the sight of Evan.

“Oh Evan-“ Rita begins and Evan can see the other news reporters pile out of their vans.

“No fuck off.” Barty interrupts, his mood instantly shifting as he holds Evan by the shoulders. His
eyes drift to the keys in Evans shaking hands and immediately understands and begins walking
them to his car which is parked on the driveway.

“Oh please-“ Rita tries once more, attempting to push through the other reporters that keep
appearing.

But Barty simply ignores her as he shoves the microphones and cameras that keep getting pushed
in their face.

He opens the door and Evan gets in, a deep breath exiting him, he tries to shield his face from the
constant flash on cameras to not prevail, the reporters just circle around the front of the car.

Evans legs continue to shake and he flinches slightly as Rita begins knocking on the car window.
Her muffled voice echoes through his ears but his brain doesn’t process it.
He hears Barty get in and the car door slam but his eyes remain trained on his fingers as he picks
the skin around his nails. He hears the car take off and the shouts of the journalists getting quieter
and quieter but his eyes remain trained on his fingers.

It’s almost laughable how he can murder someone in a rage and remain calm but freak out the
second he’s put in a situation where he feels like he’s suffocating.

He spent all day with his lips sealed and eyes glossed over, hiding the psychopathic urges that brew
behind them, he talked to Dorcas, Regulus and Pandora like his skin hadn’t been washed with
blood a mere hour before. He held and smiled at Barty as if he didn’t cut open the throat of his
father in his bare office.

But yet when confronted once, and not even being accused of murder, he feels as if all his sins are
oozing out of his pores and his eyes are sewed open for all those who wish to glance into his soul.

If asked the question, is evil born or made, Evan would have no answer, but he thinks that it’s both.
Evan has been forced to be evil, but if he didn’t have the rotten seed already planted in him then he
would have chosen the righteous path the day Barty asked him to join him and died.

As for Barty, Evan hasn’t known and studied the wicked side of him long enough to know whether
the boy was simply born from the tears of the devil or whether he was woven into the murderous
person he is today. Though Evan thinks, like him, it’s both, perhaps if the world wasn’t as cruel
and placed him in such a big cold home where his father was more terrifying than his nightmares
then the rotten part of him wouldn’t have been forced to consume his thoughts.

Evan doesn’t even realise the wetness on his cheeks until a tender hand comes up to wipe his warm
tears away.

Evan lifts up his head and his watery brown eyes come into contact with soft green ones. Barty’s
pupils open a pathway to his brain and even after all this Evan still finds what he sees beautiful.

“Thank you for getting me out of there.” He smiles, the car is parked on the side of a road a few
minutes away from his house, he must have been zoned out for longer then he realised.

“Of course”, the smile is returned. “I couldn't have you reveal all our secrets now could I.”
Yes, right.

The hurt from that statement must be visible on Evans face because a hand clutches onto his own.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that, ok? I was just joking.” Barty tilts his head forward, face pleading
for forgiveness.

And who would Evan be if he didn’t forgive him?

“I know, it’s ok.”

Barty squeezes his hand as he bites his bottom lip trying to contain a smile.

“Wanna get some lemonade?”

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Barty leaned his head back against the roof of his car. His eyes scoured the stars above him and he
couldn’t help but compare their beauty to the boy next to him.

“Point out you again Reg.” His breath was light.

“I’m right here idiot.” Regulus let out a small laugh.

Barty rolled his head to face the beautiful boy that laid beside him.

“You know what I mean, your star.” He pointed a finger up to the star, with it landing on a random
spot on the lit up sky.
A slender hand wrapped around his wrist and Barty’s lips pulled into a smile at the touch.

“Here.” Regulus murmured, guilding Barty’s hand to the Leo constellation, the constellation of the
lion, absolutely fitting to Regulus’s persona.

“I don’t care what you say, it’s definitely the brightest star in the sky.”

Regulus let out a scoff, hand gracefully sliding down Barty’s arm until it rested on the car roof
once more.

“It’s not, my brother is.”

“Well then, it’s definitely the most beautiful one to me.”

He was taking a leap, he knew this, but fuck was he so tired. Tired of loving and pining after
Regulus, not knowing if Regulus loved him back. He tried to make his feelings as noticeable as
possible so it would be easy for him to get rejected or friendzoned lightly, but Regulus never did
any of that, never acknowledged the way Barty cared for him like no other. He was so tired of
holding onto tiny threads of love Regulus gave him back.

“What? What do you mean?” Regulus sat up and Barty repeated his actions, feeling a stab of hurt
at the honest confusion and pain in the grey eyes that he loved looking into.

“You know what I mean.” He pleaded.

It went downhill fast after that.

“No. No- Barty, I don’t. I can’t.” Regulus' voice seemed pained, like it truly hurt him to have done
this.

“Why? Why am I not enough?” Tears were already welling in Barty’s eyes, Regulus was the only
one who was able to get that reaction out of him. To make him cry until he felt raw.
“You are. Barty you are.” Regulus assured, his hands flew out to Barty’s face but they didn’t
touch, they rarely could.

“Then why can’t you love me?” He sobbed, his tears overflowing onto his cheeks.

“I don’t know.” Regulus whispered.

And it was the honesty of it that tore Barty’s heart in two, the way Regulus himself seemed
perplexed on why this was so, like he would do anything to feel the love that Barty felt so he could
stop his tears.

It was the way that Regulus took a shaky breath before taking Barty in his arms and helplessly
holding the broken boy as he cried for the love Regulus should have had.

It was the way that they both moved on after that day, knowing that one of them would always be
left behind on that car roof, staring up at the star that could never love him back.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Now as Barty sits on that very same car roof on the very same lookout point his eyes water at the
memory from a year ago.

Same place, same feelings, different boy.

When will he learn?

Barty lets out a small chuckle as Evan finishes the last of his lemonade, the metal straw making a
weird slurping noise as it sucks up the empty air In Evan’s car. They had stopped into McDonalds
on the way to pick up dinner and as a result Barty’s car is littered with trash.
The sun is setting now, the sky being splashed in a gorgeous pink and orange. Soon the stars would
be out and Barty would once again be that broken boy from all those nights ago.

“Can I tell you something?” Evan breaks the short silence that had settled over them.

“Of course.” Both of them were leaning on an elbow staring at each other.

“I think I’m ok with it now, killing, I don’t know how to explain it, although I’m sure you can
relate, but it’s like a thrill that can’t be compared to anything else. And the fact that I get to
experience something so life altering with you, is just…”

“What changed your mind?” Barty is genuinely curious, as far as he knows, Evan hasn’t actually
committed murder yet, is he referring to the thrill of last night?

“Killing someone.” Evan states like it’s obvious but a hand quickly slaps over his mouth as his
eyes go wide, in tune with Bartys smile widening.

“What?” He sits up, “who? When? Why haven’t you already told me?”

Evan just continues to stare up at him with guilty eyes and a covered mouth.

His head slowly begins to move side to side. “No. I can’t tell you.”

Barty’s smile dims slightly. “What do you mean? Evan you have too, don’t be upset, we should be
celebrating.”

Wide brown eyes continue to piece into his, surely this is just Evan being scared and ashamed of
becoming a murderer. Yes, that must be it, he tells himself ignoring the nagging feeling in his
stomach that it’s something else. In that case he might as well give Evan a little bit of space until
he can open up, he doesn’t like being pushed like that.

“It’s fine you can tell me later, I’m proud of you anyway.” He says sincerely. “Why don’t we talk
about tomorrow?”
“The party? You have something planned for it, don’t you?” Evan seems relieved on the subject
change.

“So much, I wrote out a kill list and we can divide it up between us, oh and we can plan out the
night, it’s going to be amazing.” He lets out a content sigh.

Barty would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting Evan to yell and scream about how he’s a
heartless being. But instead the boy's head drops down laughing.

“Do you realise how insane you sound?”

Barty’s brows furrow, not knowing if this statement is positive or not. “Thanks?”

“No it’s not a bad thing.” Evan lays on his back fully, his eyes flickering between Barty’s eyes and
lips.

“It’s attractive really.”

“Oh?” Barty laughs along with him, still sitting up and slightly leaning over the blonde boy.

Evans laughs die down to a final breathy chuckle as he lifts his head up slightly.

“What are we?” He questions so simply but Barty is left without an answer.

What are they?

Barty once thought he knew- they were something more than friends but not quite lovers, even
before the kiss, but now as his eyes lower down to round chewed up lips he realises how he’s lost
control of the situation.

He told himself that he didn’t love Evan, that he would only ever love Regulus for the rest of his
 existence, and although this is still true, he can’t help but notice his change in affection to soft skin
and brown eyes.

He always knew that Evan is the only person he would ever want to become Ghostface with but he
never really questioned why, summarising it up to the murderous intent he knew Evan had hidden.

And although he would never admit it in fear of looking weak, last night in Amelia's house when
he told Evan that if he didn’t join him then Barty would have no choice but to kill him, he knew
that he wouldn’t be able to.

He knew that as he screamed at Evan making the claim that he loved him, that he was telling the
truth.

It seems that he’s gotten caught up in his manipulation tactics, or maybe they weren’t tactics at all,
perhaps they were just the insecure voice inside of him that’s terrified of getting left behind once
more.

Barty doesn’t say a word as he leans down until he feels his lips press against Evan’s.

His whole body feels like it’s ultra sensitive to every touch that Evan blesses him with, and his
brain seems to get high off his cologne.

He loves Evan Rosier.

And he doesn’t want him to die.

Chapter End Notes

I hate the whole second half of this chapter i only enjoyed writing the kill scene and
the bartylus scene.

Also i was not planning to have a barty pov at all- but Rest assured there will still be
another one for Thursday (which begins next chapter!!) that will get a lott more into
his charater and shit

Guys i think i might write a cute fluffy rosekiller spiderman au with spiderman Evan
but idk
GUYS respectfully (not rlly lol) Party/Party Van makes me wanna off myself. Can we
for once in thid fucking fandom stop coming up with random m|m ships and just focus
on the girls plus rosekiller is becoming the New Hermione istg stop shipping them
with everyone. And like i get that its a joke but already so quickly ppl are taking it
seriously and within 2 days its gained more traction then like 90% of w|w ships.

Anyways thats my probamatic thought of the day

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 10: No one is safe.
Chapter Notes

Omg im so sorry for not updating dor like 2 weeks, i had a massive just motivation
loss and ive been dealing with some stuff and i went back to sxhool last week and ive
already had more days off then days ive gone

Chapter warnings:
Sh (digging nails into thighs)
Talk about murder

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Thursday:

Evan wakes up to a body detaching from his own. His muscles and consciousness have only
enough strength to open his eyes a tad, its dark outside and he can groggily see the outline of a
figure sitting on the edge of his bed placing on shoes.

“Hm?” His mouth is dry and his mind can’t stay awake.

He vaguely questions why this person is leaving his bed when they feels so warm and comforting,
but he still can’t manage to focus.

His eyes close once more and he turns his body away.

His mind shuts down once more, but it still manages to catch the quiet shh that's muttered and the
gentle kiss that's pressed on his cheek.

Evan wakes up in peace. His arms are wrapped around the boy he loves and it feels as if their auras
are wrapped around each other like a prickled vine with blood coating the spikes.

“Hey,” a whisper comes from Barty when he notices that the other boy has woken up.
“Hi,” Evan breathes back.

It’s like a fever dream, being with Barty like this, they could be promised eternity with each other
and Evan still thinks that his cheeks would be coated in a pink everytime Barty is gentle with him.

Oh how he loves him.

“Did you leave last night?” He asks with his head resting on a bare chest, the soothing beating on
Barty’s heart is like a lullaby.

“Yeah sorry, I just had to get some air.” Barty runs his hair through blonde curls and Evans' eyes
instinctively flutter shut at the light touch.

Although he can’t help but notice the way Barty’s heart seems to hiccup at the question, the
morning air is cold and the blankets are warm, and Evan can not bring himself to disturb the peace.

“Must we go to school today?” He sighs.

“Unfortunately we must, but don’t worry it’ll be fun.” Barty reassures, and it doesn’t fully click yet
on why he’s so eager to go to school.

This might be their last chance. This might be their last day alive, or perhaps free and innocent. If
anything tonight goes wrong and Evan’s dad doesn’t properly get framed then their whole life is
over. They might as well kill themselves before the police get them.

It worries Evan, about how little he knows about Barty’s plans, what's his motive? When did he
decide to do this? What triggered it? Who does he plan to kill tomorrow?

But what can he do but trust, trust that Barty won’t lead him astray and lie anymore, he’s opened
up his heart and the boy is no longer against the idea of Ghostface, so what reasons would Barty
have to lie or hide things from him? Rule number one of a horror movie should be to always trust
your best friend.
He just hopes that trust isn’t broken once Barty finds out about his dad. Which he surely will today,
fuck he hopes that he doesn’t get murdered by Barty. And for the first time the thought of breaking
the news to him himself pops into his mind. Would it not break his heart more to find out that his
dad was murdered and that his best friend was too much of a pussy to own up to it? Explaining
what he did before Barty gets told by someone else would probably ease the pain, or whatever
emotion he’s bound to fell, he told Evan last night that he would be proud of him regardless of who
he killed, he can only hope that this statement expands to his father.

But he can’t bring himself to do it. As usual.

The heavy sigh that Evan releases makes Bartys hand stop in his hair. “Are you ok Ev?”

“Yeah,” and he doesn’t plan to say anything else but, “why are you doing this? What's your
motive?”

He frowns as Barty moves to a stiff sitting position and Evan rolls off his chest. “Why do I need a
motive? Motives are pathetic, a pussy ass excuse for being a horrible person, a sob story to get
people to sympathise with you. What’s the point in having a motive if you don’t plan to get
caught? So do you have a motive Evan?”

He knows the defensive comeback is merely proof that he does in fact have a motive, but
nonetheless Evan can’t help but find himself agreeing with Barty's words. No un-caught murderer
has ever had a motive, sure they might have had a reason for killing, but never a motive. Because
they have never been caught, never been questioned or asked why they were killed. Therefore no
motive. Or maybe he’s just overthinking it.

As for Evan.

He wants to say no, say that he doesn’t have a motive but he knows that isn’t true, and he can’t
manage to keep such words from escaping his mouth.

“Yes. I’m doing it for love.” He’s sitting up now as well, with his legs crossed and nails digging
into his thighs.

“What-“, but Evan doesn’t let him continue.

“And I don’t plan on getting caught either...” And his words falter slightly at the way Barty winces
slightly.

“… but if I was too, then I don’t think it’s a half bad motive. Because it’s not a motive to make
people sympathise for me, it’s a motive for me. And the man I love.”

He can’t take his eyes off the floor, because Barty is the forbidden fruit and Evan is addicted to
taking bites of it. Taking more than he has and simply praying that extra will be given to him. And
he knows he’s overly reliant on Barty, but addicts tend to become dependent on their drug.

The silence is deafening and he regrets opening his mouth more than anything but he has long
grown out of keeping quiet and making himself small.

“If you had to have a motive I’m glad it’s that one.” Barty dips his head under Evans and smiles at
him before placing their lips together. It's soft like an I'm sorry , is being passed through them, but
Evan can’t tell which lips the words came from first.

He doesn’t actually say the words, I love you, but nonetheless Evan doesn’t miss the way Barty
doesn’t say it back.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

“Can I make breakfast for once?” Barty asks from where his elbows rest on the table and his head
rests in his hands.

“Nope, just sit there and look pretty will ya?” Evan lifts his head and smiles from where he’s
desperately looking for a spatula in one of the kitchen drawers.

He’s attempting to make pancakes, yes he’s a better cook then Barty, by far… that man could get
kicked out of restaurants with the way he violates his food, but Evan still isn’t very good. At all, if
the burning pancakes on the pan is anything to go by. He mainly just enjoys cooking, no matter
how average he may be at it.

“But you’re the prettier one,” and Evan nearly slams his hand in the draw with how fast he pushes
it shut.
“Found the spatula.” He spins towards the stove, attempting to hide the blush covering his cheeks.
The pancakes now have so many holes in them, that there's more air than batter, and the bottom of
them are going black.

“Hm, that's nice.” Barty mummers the same time that Evan lets out a oh my fucking god I’m going
to kill myself.

“You could let me helppp,” Barty sings and Evan doesn’t have to look at him to know he’s
grinning.

“No thanks, I value my stove, my kitchen, and my house being intact.” Evan flips the pancakes
over and grimises when they let out a harsh sizzle.

“And I value my stomach and my taste buds, I am not eating those.” Barty appears behind him and
removes the pan off the heat that Evan probably should’ve already turned off.

He groans, head falling onto the cupboard above him, “why do I suck at everything?”

He’s half exaggerating due to the situation but he’s seriously asking, like Barty would have the
answer to his dilemma.

“You don't Ev, you're just not the greatest at cooking pancakes, still better than me though.”

Evan snickers as he turns his head to Barty whos currently chucking the pancakes into the bin.
“That’s true, also you're wasting food.”

Barty raises his eyebrows, “you gonna eat them then?”

“No.”

“Thought so.”
Evan walks over to the bin and stares sadly at his pancakes, wiping a fake tear from his face.
“Gone too soon.”

“They won’t be missed much.” Barty places a hand on his shoulder.

“Shut up man,” Evan pushes him with a grin, “what are we gonna eat now?”

Barty shrugs, “the bodies of our victims tonight? They also won’t be missed much.”

Evan blinks trying to stop his lips from lifting. “You’re mad, you know that?”

But Barty just smiles knowingly, “we all go a little mad sometimes.”

And how true he is.

Evan opens the fridge door, only to sigh at the lack of food. “Well I’m sure you’ll enjoy eating…
human, but I would like to stop in at the bakery on the way to school.”

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

Evan rests his head on the car window, the cool air blowing into his skin will most likely dry it out
but he couldn’t care less at the moment.

Barty’s car has a retractable roof and Evan loves it when it's down, it makes him feel so free, he
loves Barty’s car. It smells like him. And somehow just reflects him, the clean seats and floor. It
might come as unexpected but as much as Barty tries to rebuke routine, tidinesses, academics and
basically anything his father attempted to force onto him, he can’t help but get frustrated when
something isn’t in order, clean or when he gets a lower grade than usual. But that’s just what Evans
observed.

“We should talk about tonight.” His thoughts are interrupted by Barty’s voice, and Evan lifts up his
head to stare at the boy sitting next to him. One hand on the wheel and another currently shifting
 gears. He looks downright hot as fuck like this, and Evan can’t state it in any other poetic sweet
way. The veins on Bartys arm are showcasing themselves and Evan wants to cut each and every
one open and let the thick liquid stain his teeth. He doesn’t know if this thought stems from hatred
or love.

“No murdering our friends.” He states plainly, no matter how much his soul had withered away
these past days, a tiny slither of it will always be wrapped around his ribs, keeping behind the love
he has for his friends. For Dorcas, Pandora, and Regulus.

“I will stick my knife in every other fucking person at that party, but if you come for our freinds, I
will come for you. And I will not stop until your skin is dyed red.”

Barty whips his head around to Evan with a shocked look on his face, it only lasts for a few
seconds though, before a smile covers his face, so evil and beautiful.

“Fuck I’ve really turned you into something, but of course, I don’t have any plans to take them
out.” Barty’s eyes scan Evan’s body momentarily before he turns his vision to the road.

And every organ in Evan’s body seems to decompress and fall to the floor when he senses no lies
coming from his friend.

“Good. So who do you plan to take out?” He questions, desperate to be fed more than the slow
spoonfuls of information he’s receiving.

“Eh, basically everyone,” he pauses for a second, “except our friends of course. Mary McDonald
needs to go for sure, same with a few other people.”

Evan hums, head now leaning back on his headrest and still analysing Barty. “Regulus’s brother
and his gang are going to be there, same with McKinnon. What about them?”

“Reg and Dorcas will get over their deaths.” The steering wheel is gripped tightly.

Evan hums again.

Chapter End Notes

Chapter End Notes

Im so sorry for how much this sucks istg the whole thing is just dialogue and it was
very boring but i wanted like just a chill chapter with not any like fluff fluff but no
angst. Evans hum at the end was the most angsty thing i wrote. The man was thinking
hard about something

I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE SOONER I LOVE YOU ALL, like actually, everytime
i post the first thing i will do the next morning (bc i always post at like 3am, its
2:36am rn ) is go straight to ao3 and reply to everyone whos comment, it makes me
feel so happy and gigglely so yeah

TikTok: inaslayss
 Rule 11: The body count is always bigger.
Chapter Notes

Hii, I’m rlly struggling to write atm so I once again apologise for the slow update-

I wanted this chapter to cover sm more but everything I wrote felt so boring and badly
written so I settled for one longish scene- I’ve had this plot planned since the start but i
feel like I’ve exucuted it horribly but anyways enjoy

Chapter warnings:
Mention of death

Thursday:

You know the phrase, if you’re ever nervous about being the centre of attention, imagine them in
their underwear , Evan personally thinks it’s very insightful, but instead of underwear he likes to
imagine everyone before him with their head hanging and a knife coming out their back.

Evan does that now as he stares wide eyed at the two police officers who just walked into their
classroom and asked to speak to Barty. Their faces, deprived of emotion, make alarms ring in
Evans' head, but his features manage to stay flat as well. He runs his eyes over the room as his
back feels as if it’s on fire from the eyes of his peers on him. His fist which lays on his thigh curls
in annoyance but the imagery of them all dead calms him down. Slightly.

He feels Barty’s hand graze his own as a voice whispers in his ear, “it’s ok, it’s probably nothing
so stop murdering Moody with your eyes.”

Evans cheeks coat in a light blush as he feels Barty’s cold breath against his face and he opens his
mouth to speak but he doesn’t get the chance to before Barty pushes his seat back and walks to the
front with his backpack hanging off one shoulder.

Evan stares at Bartys back, the way he walks with confidence, like he knows that the police know
nothing, and even if they did his charisma could fool them into doubting themselves. Barty is a
weapon of beauty and he’s trained in using it.

“Bring Rosier, you’ll want him here for this.” Moody not to quietly mumbles to Barty, who
slightly furrows his brow.
Without being formally asked Evan stands and walks to the front of the class, no one has dared to
speak yet and Evan can swear he sees a phone recording. Once more anger flares up his body at the
dramatic spectacle his classmates are making, like their hungry lions and Evan is a piece of meat
on a stick, give a highschooler the tiniest opportunity for gossip and they go feral.

And how people will whisper and stare at them in the halls once the news gets out of the reason
Barty and him are being pulled out of class.

They found Crouch Sr’s body.

Evan can only hope that no other news gets out.

Moody and Longbottom- Evan finally found out his name, courtesy of Pandora, leads them into
their guidance counsellors office, which is empty.

He avoids looking at the boy for as long as he can. Moody tells them to take a seat and although
Evan can feel Barty glance in his direction Evans eyes do not meet his. Perhaps he’ll give himself
up before Barty has the chance. One look into watery green eyes and Evan would kneel on nail
ridden floors begging for his sins to be forgiven.

Evan doesn’t feel much, he knew this was coming so why panic about it? But he can’t help but let
his leg bounce up and down at he thinks about what’s on the line. Three words from Barty, a nod
from Moody and Evan could be tackled to the floor and his life would be reduced to prison food
and endless nightmares.

He should have more faith in the boy, for does he not claim to love him? Has he not memorised
every movement and tone Barty has and the meaning behind it? But Bartys relationship with his
father truly is complex, he might claim to hate his dad, and Evan has no doubt that he does, but
when it comes to fathers, there’s normally room for more than one strong emotion towards a
person's feelings for them.

Evans' eyes find Moody's figure, and he observes as the sheriff whispers something to Longbottom
before the deputy begins to walk towards the water jug that sits on a bench in the back of the room
and fills up a cup of water.
Moody takes a deep breath and rubs his hands down his thighs.

“Well there's no easy way to put this so, your father,” he nods towards Barty but Evan doesn’t look
to see his reaction, “Bartemius Crouch Sr was found dead in his office this morning by a cleaning
lady, we are now completely certain that both of you boys and your family are being targeted by
the killer, now extensive interviews will be conducted and…”

Evan tunes out the voice because he’s looking at Barty, he was a lost cause the second the word
dead left Moody’s mouth. His eyes zoom over Barty’s side profile, analysing for any hint of
emotion, anger, happiness, hatred, anything. But nothing comes. Barty continues to stare at Moody,
and his eyes do not meet Evans.

Evan quickly realised how bad this must look for them and his brain fumbles over trying to think
of an excuse for Bartys odd behaviour, but apparently his behaviour is not odd at all, because
Moody simply hums as he stands.

“He’s in shock, it’s a normal response, I’ll leave you guys to cope with the initial shock.” He makes
for the front door as Longbottom places the cup of water on the coffee table in front of Evan.

“Don’t worry about skipping, I'm sure your teacher will understand, but we will be talking later
boys, and don’t go telling everyone about this, we don’t want to cause a panic but my men will be
stationed outside your house tonight as a safety precaution.” Moody states with no room for
persuasion like last time.

With that the sheriff and Deputy leave and Evan finds him desperately wishing they could come
back, as Barty does not speak, does not look at Evan, and the walls feel like they are closing in on
them.

He wants to say something, wants to wrap his arms around his friend and assure him that
everything will be ok. And maybe he could have, if this was a normal situation where Barty had a
good relationship with his father, and Evan was simply a friend. But Barty’s unpredictable and his
father wasn’t a good one, and Evan is a murderer.

“Barty…” His voice cracks and only then does Evan feel the tears running down his face. “Talk,
say something? Please.”

And he doesn’t.
Not for 5 seconds.

Not for 10.

Not for 60.

And it hurts, the walls advance faster and Evan’s oxygen cuts off as his breath quivers.

“So that’s why you wouldn’t tell me who you killed.” Barty deadpans, his eyes still set on where
Moody once sat.

Evan chokes, “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you myself but I couldn’t find the words and I didn’t
know how you would react.”

“How’d I react?” Barty questions, but it’s not towards Evan, who then realises that Barty truly is in
shock. He doesn’t know how to react, he hated his father sure, but Bartemius Crouch Sr was still
his father. At the moment Barty’s like a clay mould, waiting to be shaped and Evan can turn him
into anything he desires.

“You told me you’d be proud of me.” He looks down to the floor in guilt.

“Hm?” Barty questions once more.

“You said that I didn’t have to tell you who I killed and that you’re proud of me anyway.” Evan’s
slow with his words.

“But he was my dad.” Only then does Barty’s face crack as sadness and confusion spill over it.
Evan pulls Barty’s body to his and wraps his arms around the boy as he lays his head on Evans
shoulder.

No tears stain the back of Evans shirt yet a sombre feeling still reins over the room, but it’s better
than anger.

“And she was my mum.” He barely mutters, quiet enough that Barty can’t hear, which he’s
grateful for because he didn’t mean to say it and doesn't want to think it.

“What?” Barty’s voice is muffled from Evans' shirt.

“You hated your dad Barty, he wasn’t a good person, fuck him he can rot in hell.” Evan affirms
aggressively. Why can be cry over his fucking father but Evan wasn’t allowed to cry over being
forced to become Ghostface? It was ok when Barty tried to murder Evans mum and threaten to kill
his friends but he can’t handle when the energy is returned?

Barty doesn’t speak for a minute as he continues holding onto Evan who’s lost in his thoughts.
Eventually though Barty pulls away.

“You’re right, we can’t let it get in the way of our plan, I was planning on getting rid of him
anyway.” He stands and makes way for the door, “but you messed everything up and did it too
early and now we have the police on our trail.”

Evan scoffs, “yeah but they think we are getting targeted, we aren’t suspects. Do you not want to
frame my dad for all this?”

Barty freezes, hand gripped around the door handle and Evan advances towards him preparing to
address the sudden change in behaviour.

“Yeah I do.” Barty turns his face away from Evans' sight as he says this, he turns the handle and
walks out the door, “is that going to be a problem?”

“Not at all.” Evan states and the door is shut in his face.

Evan runs a hand over his face as he flops back onto his chair sideways with his legs and head
hanging off the arm rests he knows he should probably apologise to Barty, but how do you say
sorry for something like that?
Sorry for murdering your dad, here’s some flowers!

Evans head shoots up in an embarrassing realisation, Barty and him haven’t actually been out on a
date. With everything that’s been going on Evan has forgotten that he’s meant to be in love with
Barty, that he is. And sure they might now be officially dating but by the end of tonight there’s a
chance they might be dead or in jail so should they not make the most of what they have?

But what do they have?

Evan stares up to the ceiling, it’s still the first period that they have the whole day to get through
till the party.

The party.

I wrote out a kill list and we can divide it up between us. Barty’s voice from the previous night
rings through his mind.

He’s going to take him out on a date. He just needs to find out the main course.

Evan racks his brain for anyone Barty particularly hates, someone that isn’t in school right now.

Evan drops his dead back down and his eyes land on a backpack.

I wrote out a kill list.

Barty forgot his backpack.

Evan practically falls off the chair as he grabs for the backpack and searches through it. He
probably shouldn’t be going through Barty stuff but he’ll forgive Evan once he surprises him with a
victim to kill.
He’s excited honestly, he hasn’t killed with Barty yet and he hasn’t made a call either, it’ll be good
to get in some practice before tonight.

Evan frantically searches until he comes across a small black diary, he pulls it out, not bothering to
sit back down on the couch. He flips through the pages, more are just random drawings, Evan
begins to lose hope until he sees something that makes him stop and lose his breath.

It’s a drawing of him. Smiling. Evans breath catches as his finger traces the delicate pencil lines, he
notices the way the paper around the eye has eroded and the lead has been rubbed out a lot, like
Barty couldn’t get his eyes right.

Evans pull into in a sweet smile as he continues to stare at the photo, Evan never really liked how
he looks, sure he wasn’t insecure per say but he couldn’t help but compare himself to Regulus and
Barty constantly, the two boys always looked effortlessly gorgeous , whilst Evan looked like he
was on the verge of death, with sunken eyes and cheekbones. But when Barty draws him like
this… if Barty sees him like this… Evan looks pretty and even he can’t deny it.

The butterflies in Evans' stomach almost hurt.

Eventually he turns the page, and like life all things must come to an end no matter how good or
bad they are. Evan turns the page and he finds what he’s looking for. Barty’s plans. Evans' smile
slowly fades as he looks over the plans, some things aren’t there, like the kill list for example, but
the overall plan is- scribbled in messy writing that Evan might not be able to read if he hasn’t
known Barty for so long.

Kill Emmeline Vance- Sunday night

Kill Attack Evans mum and stay over at his house- Tuesday

Get R Evan to join me

Go to party, fra frame fram frame Evan

Frame his dad?

Frame Evan

Frame my dad

Make sure Eva n lives

Frame Evan

Frame….

Evan shuts the book, no traces of his previous smile plague his face any longer. A beautiful
drawing tainted by what lies behind its front page, it all fits into place really, why Barty was so
eager for Evan to join him, Get R Evan to join me, yet he’s still second to Regulus. Crossed out or
not why wasn’t Regulus an option for being framed? Why Evan, who’s given up his soul to love
Barty, who’s turned his hands red for Barty.

He should be mad, he should lure Barty back into the room and stab him over and over until Evans'
tears have run dry and there’s no more blood left to mix with them. But he just feels broken,
pathetic, used.

And perhaps even more pathetically his mind tries to sympathise with Barty, he crossed out Evans
name did he not? He must have changed his mind, he agreed with Evan when he brought up
framing his dad, and that picture….

Evans' thoughts are disturbed when he hears steps approaching the door, he quickly shoves the
book back into the bag and throws it back to where it was before. He sits back in his seat probably
just as Barty enters the room breathing heavily.

“I forgot my bag.” He takes a deep breath as he attempts to compose himself not noticing how
Evan does the same.

He should call him out, he should swear and scream at Barty for even considering giving Evan up
to the police. But he doesn’t. He once thought that Barty was the parasite plaguing Evans mind but
now he thinks otherwise, Evan is the parasite, reliant on Barty to give, give, give, as he takes,
takes, takes, so used to this cycle, that if it gets disturbed he’ll end up dead, it doesn’t matter if the
cycle is corrupted or biassed, he wouldn’t be anywhere without it.

“Oh. I didn’t even notice.” Evans mummers doing his best to smile, but it only makes him think
about the drawing.

Barty sighs, “I’m sorry for storming out earlier, I just needed some fresh air, forgive me?”

He should say no, he should sew Barty’s mouth open so no more sweet lies can he uttered from it.
But he doesn’t.

“Of course.” Evan says and Barty releases a visible breath as he walks forward and hugs Evan.

After a second Barty pulls back, “thank you for killing my dad.”

His smile is so sweet Evan should want to ruin it, wipe it off his face forever, but he doesn’t.
Instead his lips come to met Barty’s and the softness feels suffocating.

Maybe it’s the guilt from killing his dad that makes Evan forgive Barty.

But everything he’s built for himself, every wall and lie, is coming crumbling down.
 The beginning of the end.
Chapter Notes

Fuck my rule of scream rules for chapter names

on a plus side my motivation came back, I meant to update on Monday but then boom
so many things came up and hear I am now, SO SORRY.

Hate the start love the end.

P.s I changed my user from fairybread02 to this just for some personal reasons but idk
if I will keep it this way! I was going to make it just fairybread but can u believe
THAT SOEM UGLY FUCKER STOLE IT, and when I looked it up it didn’t even
come up. Like hellow it’s not getting appreciated and I’m rlly sad bc I love fairybread
and it’s such a pretty name that sound be used to a good purpose (my account) and not
some unexistant ugly acccoumt run by an ugly not real person.

Chapter warnings:
Talk of death
Disorientation

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Evan loves thinking, he can’t exactly explain it but he finds peace in not talking out loud, but rather
in his brain, sorting through his thoughts in silence. It’s quite an extraordinary thing, being able to
imagine and say all these words in your head, no one to listen, no one to judge.

Barty’s different though, he hates silence, it makes him anxious to hear the world around him with
no words to mask it. So while Barty will normally fill silence with random words Evan still tries to
speak as much as possible for him. He’ll force the thoughts that would normally be sifted through
his brain never reaching his mouth, to be spoken.

Regulus is in the middle, Evan supposes. He hates silence but can never seem to find the words to
end it. His eyes will move from side to side as he goes over thoughts that he could say but never
will. And if the thoughts he wants to say do get approved, then he will open his mouth to speak and
find his tongue dry and lips frozen.

But no matter how much each of them want silence or words to fill the air, none of them speak as
they sit at their lunch spot.

Barty went to Regulus first of course, pulled him out of class and told him the news about his dad.
Evan isn’t mad about it, he doesn’t understand Barty’s mixed feelings about his father, how could
he? He doesn’t have a dad anymore. But Regulus does, and like Barty his relationship with his
father is strained.

So Evan isn’t mad that Barty went to Regulus, he isn’t mad that Barty found advice and comfort in
Regulus as he was told that it’s ok to have hated his father and loved him at the same time. Though
now Barty reassures Evan that only hatred remains.

So he isn’t mad that Barty is allowed time to accept his father's death while he had to find out
about his mother through a television. He isn’t mad at all.

So they all sit, sorting through their thoughts and choosing to ignore the glances and whispers of
the people who continuously walk by them. They were told not to spread the word of the principal
murder, but Moody has clearly never been a high school student in the late 90s.

The word spread like wildfire.

“Barty!” Dorcas’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife. The girl quickly approaches with her
girlfriend a few steps behind.

Barty stands planting a smile on his face and holding out his arms as Dorcas rushes into them.
“Hey, how are you?”

Dorcas pulls back scoffing, “how am I? How are you. ”

Dorcas likes to know everything, but not in a bad way, she likes to be informed of who people are,
truly are. She observes and discovers but doesn’t tell anyone of what she finds out, she keeps it to
herself and Evan doesn’t really know what she uses it for. She’s also very casual, people tend to
feel safe around her because she keeps everything to herself. You could simply stand stare into her
eyes without talking and she’ll soften her gaze in a way that makes you believe you’ve spilled all
your secrets but the cloth that cleaned it up is soft and absorbent.

Barty shrugs, “I’m fine, it was just a bit of a shock.”

Evan rolls his eyes.

Both friends looks at each other for a second more before Dorcas’s lips pull into a toothy smile,
“fuck Bartiemus Crouch Senior?”

Barty rises an eyebrow before copying Dorcas’s grin, “fuck Bartiemus Crouch Senior!”

The group exchanges pleasantries that Evan doesn’t pay mind to, he stares off into the distance
thinking of nothing until he thinks of something.

“Where’s Dora?” He looks around the circle of people that have formed.

McKinnon speaks up, mildly surprising Evan as he really hadn’t noticed her presence until now,
her light blonde hair is pulled into a high messy ponytail with two miniature plaits coming out of it
and trailing on her shoulder. “She’s with Lily finishing off an art project.”

Her smile is sweet and means no harm but Evans nails still wrap around his thigh. He catches
Barty’s eye from where he’s sitting next to Regulus and Barty’s lips form the words hey.

Evan adverts his gaze but listens as Barty says something he can’t make out to the black haired boy
beside him, lifts himself off the ground and sits himself back down next to Evan. Barty has his
hands placed behind him on the floor, his body weight dependent on his arms staying straight.
Shuffling a hand across the ground, as not to lose his balance, Barty places a palm on top of Evans
hand and turns his head towards him.

Their places seem like they have been switched, Barty desperately trying to hold onto the Evan he
knew, and Evan falling off a cliff into the abyss that Barty created.

Yet Evan still blushes, whispering an answer to a question that hadn’t been asked, “just tired.”

A finger begins to move itself up and down Evans hand slightly. “We have a lot planned tonight
it’s ok, it’s hard keeping up a constant appearance huh?”

“Yeah. It is.”

Dorcas sighs heavily, “well shit, it finally feels real doesn’t it?”
The group all grimly nod their heads because it’s true, isn’t it? Before Barty had only been killing
those outside of their circle, protecting his friends in an unknown sanctuary of safety. And even
when Evans mum got hospitalised, he didn’t care and he truly doesn’t. But now with one parent
hospitalised and another dead, death looms over the five friends.

“It’s scary,” Regulus mutters before realising the attention on him and speaking up, “I mean,
Ghostface has access to our school, they murdered a grown man. People are terrified of going to
the bathrooms by themselves.”

It takes everything in Evan not to glance at Barty.

“What do you guys think you would do if you got attacked by Ghostface? We are all going to the
party tonight right? High possibility.” McKinnon shrugs. “personally, I would kill the
motherfucker before he laid a hand on me, grab the knife and boom, bloody and cold.”

Barty smirks, “who said it’s a he? Know something we don't, McKinnon?”

Marlene leans forward slightly, eyes going wide to make herself look manic, “you’re right it isn't
he, it’s a she, and she’s me.”

Barty’s face goes dangerously flat as does his voice and he speaks with no sarcasm lacing his
words. “Unfortunately that’s not possible because I’m Ghostface.”

Evans fingers freeze from where they are laying on the grass, his eyes grazing over the four people
beside him all of which have falling smiles.

Barty lets out a mean laugh, “I’m joking oh my god.”

Evans hand relaxes and the chunks of grass in his palms slowly escape back to the earth.

Dorcas speaks first, a hand going to cover her mouth in shock, “sorry, that was so convincing I
forgot about our inside joke.”
“I should become an actor.” Barty runs a hand through his hair, a knowing smile on his face that
sends a chill down Evans' spine. He’s toying with them, and they don’t even know.

“Nah you're much too ugly for that.” Dorcas scrunches her nose.

“Evan would disagree.” Regulus coughs to cover his words.

“Kill yourself Black.” Evan bites back but it’s fugitive, Evans cheeks turn red and Dorcas’s mouth
drops open.

“Oh, is Evans crush common knowledge now, does Barty know?”

Barty hums happily as Evan shrinks further into the ground.

“Aww,” Dorcas coos, grabbing onto Marlene’s thigh, “are you guys going to come to the party
together?”

“Haven’t asked,” Barty shrugs before turning to face Evan holding his hands up begging, “oh Ev,
my love, my heart and soul, will you come to a high school party with me and get blackout drunk
as a delegation of my love?”

Evan sometimes forgets how much he loves Barty, being caught up in his anger. This moment
feels like a breath of fresh air, like he’s falling and for a short second he’s learnt how to fly.

“Why of course.” He speaks in an overall sophisticated voice.

Barty's smile slowly disappears as he stares at Evan who feels suffocated with the intimacy of it.

“Want to go off on our own?” He asks in a whisper to which Evan quickly nods. Both boys stand
and excuse themselves.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆
The day goes slowly. Horrifically so. Evan walks from class to class anticipating what’s to come.

He’s conducted multiple different plans on how to evade the Sheriff and leave his house undetected
but none seem to satisfy him. So many things could go wrong, tonight is the final night, tomorrow
he could be dead or sitting in a cell awaiting a trial. Sunday feels like it was a century ago and
tomorrow feels unreachable. It’s like a fever dream, Evans eyes will move and his brain will be
five seconds behind.

But he moves from class to class, he writes down work like it’s relevant and he listens and listens
but doesn’t process.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

The bells goes and Evan goes home with Barty.

In the car Evan doesn’t talk, simply listens to Barty’s plan for the night. He wants Evan to make
some of the calls, Mary McDonalds, and others that Evan doesn’t listen to. Barty doesn’t plan to
call everyone he intends to kill, only the ones he knows will fight. The ones that will stand their
ground, act like they aren’t terrified and instead make threats back. Barty says those are the most
fun.

He tells Evan that they will improvise with the police, which Evan assumed meant that they will
kill them.

Evan tells Barty that he wants to go to the hospital and kill his mum once and for all, he says that
he doesn’t want to leave her here, that she doesn't deserve to be. Barty grins with pleasure.

Evan brings up the idea of killing Barty’s grandmother but the idea is quickly shut down
expanding into an argument. Evan gets annoyed that Barty’s so willing to let his family die but
Evan can’t suggest the same for Barty. Barty argues that his grandmother is the only good thing in
his life and she deserves to be left alone. Evan argues that it would be better for her to die then be
left alone with a dead son and murderer grandchild.
 In the end it’s undecided.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

They get home to their house surrounded by police. Multiple cars surround the premises and Evan
can hear Barty suck in a breath as he most likely thinks of ways to unweave the web they have
caught themselves in.

They talk to Moody who clears it up saying that only two cars and four people will be stationed
overnight and the rest are just here until then.

Evan and Barty go upstairs and lock themselves in their room. They talk and plot and Evans' brain
still can’t unclog itself.

When he doesn’t want to talk about the party any longer he grabs onto Barty and brushes a finger
over his face. When they kiss it’s with anger and passion, with every sweet word muttered Evan
feels himself falling further into the abyss, it gets harder to see as the fog becomes denser, hiding
what lies at the bottom.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆

“It’s time to leave.”

Chapter End Notes

Hello what I had end notes but I must of accidentally gotten rid of them

Ok so lots of foreshowing and blah blah blah it’s not the same now bc I’m just
repeating what I said before but it’s not as authentic bc before I was writing the end
notes and it was what I was thinking in the moment but now it’s not yk?

TikTok: inaslayss
 Chapter 13
Chapter Notes

Hiiiiii so I had a little break (1 and half months) so like basically and unfortunately I
don’t have a funny story where I went to jail and was unable to update, but I low key
just feel out of love with the marauders bc I stopped going on TikTok and reading fics.

But now I am back on TikTok and I read my first fics IN MONTHSSSSSSSSSSS

So here we are!! I AM going to finish this fic and I think there will be 2 more chapters,
I know I keep putting the party off bc it’s just so sad and every bit that I write makes
me wanna kill myself. But next chapter is actually them arriving at the party and
killing everyone

Start is a tad boring for a minute but it gets so much more better like 1/4 of a way
through ( )

Chapter warnings:
pretty graphic!!!
3 VERY described deaths and 2 mentioned deaths
Blood
Gore

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Barty’s insane smile is the last thing Evan sees before his white mask engulfs his face, when his
eyes match themselves up to the mask's eyes he only sees another ghostface standing in front of
him. As if they are both mirroring each other and what they really are, murderers.

A slight nod is sent his way and that is all the warning Evan gets before the light is turned off and
his black rags blend into the surroundings. The sound of the window opening makes Evan spin
around to see Barty already fitting himself through the opening.

He sighs and rolls his neck.

The night air is chilly and the ghostface outfit isn’t enough to keep Evan from getting
goosebumps.

When he drops to the grassy ground he feels a hand wrap around his own and pull him behind a
bush, hiding them from the view of the police car on the street.
Evans' hand gets released and Barty chooses to replace it with a large rock which he grips tightly
around his gloved hands before throwing it so far it hits the other side of the lawn.

Both boys wait for a minute for the car door to open, unfortunately though, the sound of it hitting
the earth isn’t enough to arouse the two police officers.

“Fuck,” Barty mutters under his breathe before rising just enough that he can walk with his two
legs and back still bent. “You deal with them and I’ll make a distraction.”

Evan doesn’t manage to get a word out before Barty disappears behind another bush. He stays
crouched on the floor, anxiously waiting for Bartys distraction and praying that he doesn’t miss it.

It feels like hours pass until a loud noise finally comes from the back area. A car light goes on
mere seconds before a door opens and an average looking officer steps out.

Evan doesn’t breathe as he tries to listen into their conversation, through the windows of the car he
can now see the various amounts of food piled on the dashboard.

“Stay here,” he grunts, “I’m going to check it out, if I’m not back in a minute radio in Jess and
Luke to come outside.”

Jess and Luke, Evan is guessing, are the two police officers currently standing outside Evans
bedroom door. Barty wanted to deal with them last.

Shaking with anticipation, Evan only waits for a second after the police man disappeared around
the other side of the house to begin advancing to the car.

He waits for a minute. And then he waits for two. Eventually the officer in the car must’ve realised
that his partner has not yet returned as he steps out of his car with an unsettling expression
embedded on his face.

Hand on his gun holster, the officer takes a few steps away from his vehicle and further onto the
road.
“Is anyone there?” He calls and Evan notes the thick country accent.

“I’m armed. You’re not leaving this fight alive, I’m warning you.” The shaking of their voice and
the thought of how insane and silly they would sound if someone wasn’t waiting in the dark like
they fear, makes Evan chuckle.

The officer who hears the sound, whips around, his gun held high towards the house. But Evans is
already on the move, his back slides around the side of the car like he’s nothing but a shadow. His
footsteps don’t make a single noise as he approaches the back of the much larger and taller man.

His breath however is warm and shallow, trickling down the neck of the officer, Evan brings his
mouth to their ear.

“Boo.”

The man tries to turn. Tries to scream. Tries to overthrow Evan, but his grip on their mouth is
lethal and his knife is already shooting itself into their jaw.

The officer collapses to the floor and Evan turns the body around to assess the damage and it’s
grotesque enough to make his nose wrinkle in disgust. The man, still alive and trying to
pathetically remove his arms from underneath Evans boots, has the curved knife beginning from
under the man’s jaw and sticking out between his eyes.

A simple attack sure, but fucking disgusting. Maybe even more considering the victim is still alive
and trying to fight. Momentarily Evan feels nauseous at the sight of the dying person and that
feeling in turn makes his head spin in conflict so he pulls out his knife and in a swift move, slits the
throat of the officer who’s eyes widen in one last defiance before they close, never to open again.
He wonders of the man’s relations, whether he will be mourned, if at his death any dirty secret he
had will come out.

“Fuck he was ugly.” Evans' whole body jerks like he just got electrocuted at the sound of Bartys
voice.

His head whips towards the ghostface, whose mask is removed. Evans' breath hitches as he
greedily takes in Bartys dishevelled hair and rosy cheeks and blood dripping down his chin.
“The fuck happened to you? Don’t tell me you're actually a cannibal on top of a murderer.” Evan
lifts his own mask from his face.

“Mine wasn’t as willing to die as yours was.” The insane smile plastered on Bartys bloody mouth
shouldn’t make Evan want to kiss it even more.

“There’s still two more inside, should we have a race?”

Evan feels fucking high as he closes the difference between the two boys and trails his tongue up
Bartys chin into his mouth. The taste of blood gets forgotten as they fight to close a distance
between their bodies that isn’t there.

When they detach Bartys grin seems all the more unhinged, only now he has Evans to match it.
“I’ll lure them out.”

Barty crouches over the body of the officer Evan killed and lifts the radio to his face whilst also
pulling out a voice changer from his pocket. “ What’s your favourite scary movie ?”

The radio only takes a second to reply back, a woman’s voice coming through rough and assertive.
“Who is this?”

Bartys robotic voice chuckles, “come outside and find out.”

“Sir, I assure you I am in no mood to play games, give yourself up or I will shoot on sight.”

“Come try, or the two boys your meant to protect will die.”

The radio cuts out and Evans' heart skips multiple beats until the light to his bedroom door turns on
as the officers inside must realise he and Barty are no longer there.

“Where are they?” A male voice comes through practically growling in anger at his stupidity to let
the boys disappear unnoticed.
“Come outside and they won’t die. Surely a big bad officer such as yourself could defeat a boy in
dress up. Better act fast, there’s only so much blood a person can spill before they die.”

Barty drops the radio onto the floor and crushes it under his foot whispering as he gives Evan his
plan.

Barty barely finishes tying Evan up before the front door is kicked open and two officers walk out
in a protective stance with their guns up.

He waits until the male officer- Luke- is ordered to survey the perimeter to make his presence
known.

He’s tied to a tree, a bit of cloth Barty ripped off from his cloak, Evan could easily slip out of it,
but of course, he doesn’t intend to.

“Help,” he croaks, doing his best to sound in pain. The officer whips around to face Evan, bringing
her radio to her face as she tells her partner that she’s found one of the boys.

She struts over slowly, gun only coming down when she reaches Evan. She doesn’t observe Evan
before untying him, doesn’t notice the lack of cuts or bruises or fear in his eyes as she helps him
up.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He pants as he wraps his arms around her, forcing an
embrace.

She tries to pull back but Evan doesn’t let her, not until he pulls out his knife and stabs it into her
back.

Her arms try to tighten around Evan but he pushes her away from him and she helplessly falls to
the floor. Fear paralyses every corner of her body, especially her pretty green eyes.

He watches oddly amused as she tries to crawl away, arms falling out under her every few seconds.
But she keeps going, even while knowing that her killer is walking behind her like she’s a dog.
Eventually her body gives out and her arms flay out, Evan crouches down and turns over her body
so she can look into his cold bored eyes.

He imagines what he could do with her body, perhaps open up her guts like Barty loves, or carve a
permanent smile on her face, the ideas fly through Evans brain.

He brings the knife up to her chest, right above her heart, oh that’s it, he could carve out her heart
and stick it in her mouth, like an art piece in a museum.

“Fuck you,” she hisses, “I am not going to fucking die.”

At that Evan feels a heavy object smash into his temple, knocking him onto the floor as she
scrambles off the floor.

“ Fuck!” Evan cries out, clutching his head, he’s going to blow this whole thing. He reaches a hand
out, gripping onto the foot of the police officer who’s weakening body hasn’t managed to get up
yet.

The woman goes down with a scream as Evan pulls her legs towards him, his shaking hand goes to
grab the rock she had slammed into his head. His mind blurs into one murderous thought and if he
thinks he saw fear before, it is nothing compared to the true terror lacing the officers eyes. He
thinks he sees her mouth open, perhaps to beg, to scream, to curse him, whatever she planned it
will die on her tongue. This time he doesn’t think about anything, he doesn’t question whether she
has family, friends or a lover. He doesn’t pause to delude himself into feeling guilt. He turns into a
fucking machine.

And with one powerful blow he smashes the rock into her face. Again. And again. And again.

Her body slowly becomes less and less responsive, twitching and jerking slightly until there’s no
sign of life.

No sign of who she was.

Her face completely wiped off.

Face carved in.

Evans panting becomes slower and slower until his breath returns to normal and he’s left staring at
what he’s done. No longer feeling the cold of the air, Evans clothes suddenly feel constricting and
hot, he can’t breathe and the feeling is much to familiar.

He supposes at least now he doesn’t have to carve out her heart, considering that she no longer has
a mouth to stick it in.

Cruelly he contemplates taking the id that’s attached to her shirt so the police won’t be able to
identify who she is.

Grunts from the backyard however, stop Evans train of thought, and he turns around to see Barty
dragging the body of the second police officer towards Evan, a thick trail of red following behind
them.

Evan keeps his eyes on Barty, who unlike Evan is clocked in his costume. When Barty finally
reaches him he drops the hand off the man he was dragging and turns him over so Evan can see his
face.

Eyes missing and at least 30 stab wounds all over his body.

“I tried to lure him to the front so you could help me but he…” Bartys voice trails off and Evan
looks up to see him staring intently at the body of a girl who no longer looks human.

He watches as Bartys eyes slowly make their way to the bloody rock still in Evans hands, gripped
so hard his knuckles are surely going white. Evan would check but blood has coated any surface of
skin on his hands, on his face, on his white shirt.

“Shit.” Barty mutters. And Evan simply blinks back.

⋆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⋆
Bloody and a mess, Barty pulls into the hospital parking lot with Evan in the passenger seat. “Are
you sure you don’t want me to come in with me? In case things go wrong you know?”

Evan grips his thighs, his ghostface suit off, showing the outfit he’s to wear to the party. He had to
change his previous one.

“No I’m good, just wait for me, ok?”

“Of course.”

Evan leaves the car, his black rags now laying where he sat just moments before, he wants to be
the last thing his mother lays her hateful eyes on.

The hospital is deserted of workers, as Evan walks down the halls undisturbed he sees no more
then 3 nurses. Perhaps they don’t take their job seriously or perhaps they know who Evan is, but
for whatever reason not a single person asks him to leave.

The hospital reeks of sanitiser and the cries of babies from the nursery ward echo through the halls.
This place could give Evan the nightmares not even the bloody face of his victims could. The
emptiness, the smell, the lack of anything positive, it feels surreal.

Evan turns into the room he knows his mother resides in, shutting the door silently, and pulling out
his knife for the second time that night.

He had planned to wake her up, to toy with her and design her a cage of his own version of hell
before sending her to the real one. But now he can’t seem to do it, now those strange feelings of
hate and love are getting jumbled together. He wants her dead. But he can’t manage to muster the
same anger he felt with his last victim.

A cold hand goes to her face, sliding down her cheek as a silent memorial of what they could’ve
been. His hand unclips the oxygen mask attached to her face that she still needs while sleeping. The
oxygen mask slowly gets pulled further and further away from her face until it hangs by Evans'
side.

A stir in his mothers face reminds Evan that she could just as easily wake up and breathe herself,
 so absentmindedly he places down the mask and grabs a pillow which lays on her side. He then
places the pillow and presses down on her face until the monitor displaying a line that once went
up and down, goes flat.

He exits the hospital the same way he came in, unnoticed and bored.

“How do you feel?” Barty questions once Evan is back in his seat.

Evan takes only a moment to contemplate, “unsatisfied.”

This answer however clearly satisfies Barty who grips onto Evans chin and turns his head to smash
their lips together.

“Ready to go on a murder spree?” A crazed voice breathes against his mouth.

Chapter End Notes

Hi hi hi so how are we feeling about Evans “I’m not morally grey and conflicted on
my goodness I’m actually just fucking insane and crazy” era

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG BUT I AM BACK

AND UGHHHH I LOVEEDDDDDDDD WRITING THIS which is like concerning ig
but it’s just so ugh

Sorry if it isn’t that good tho bc I’m settling back into writing this so idk if I’ve
forgotten points and stuff like that but yeah

ULDATING SOONNNNNNNNNNNN I PROMISEE

GO READ MY ROSEKILLER SPIDER-MAN AU NOW ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Please drop by the archive and comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!