(IM BACK LMAO.  MY WRITING STYLE CHANGED A BIT 💀)

Socks creeped around the hallways of the basement, quickly yet carefully, looking around. When no danger appeared or approached him, he quickly walked forwards to the next room. The door gently shut behind him once he entered. He found the room he was looking for. Although the running footsteps outside the door alerted him he was running out of time. There couldn't be a way he knew where he was right? He's been sure to be so careful. Although once the doorknob turns, he acts quickly. Toppling a bookshelf over using all of the weight to make it block the door.

It seemed to have worked since he now heard banging against the door and angry shouts outside. He recognized which friend it was the moment he stepped into the basement. He could remember distinct parts of each friend's demise. Although there were no explanations as to why. He quickly looked around the room, setting his gaze on the basement window. The only window in the whole dang place.

"I'm going to fucking rip you apart!" Socks flinched at the sudden threat. He was starting to get used to all of them, but he didn't expect it to be so loud. So.. close. He whipped around, watching as his friend stumbled in, chainsaw making extremely loud noises as it whirred. "Stay the hell away from me Oompa!" Part of his voice was laced in fear, but he couldn't just let it consume him. He quickly bashed the window open, his knuckle bleeding at the shards imbedding into his skin. Oompa got closer as he pulled himself out the window. Although, only half of his body was out when he was suddenly grabbed by his right foot. He wiggled, trying to break free from the other man's grasp.

Suddenly, a searing pain went throughout his body, giving him goosebumps and making him let out multiple screams. Some words came out but only a line of profanities. His other foot was grabbed shortly after he couldn't feel any movement from the one grabbed not too long ago. He didn't need to turn back to know it was cut off.

Oompa did the same with the other one, Socks had the same reaction. He dug his fingers into the soil and desperately hoisted the rest of his living body out. He turned and looked at the damage. And he'd been right. There was no way he was walking now with both legs gone. He dug his fingers deeper into the ground, as he crawled away as far as he could. Which wasn't far before he heard more footsteps walking up to him.

He yelps as his hair was yanked, making him look face to face with Oompa. The fingers dug into his scalp so badly that he could feel blood start to coat the roots of his hair. "Do you know what the hell you've done?! The problems you caused?! Everyone is dead, man!" Oompa seemed more emotional than the rest, other than Woolf who was a bit more expressive rather than upset. "I know, I didn't want you to die." Oompa looked at Socks astonished, "Fuck you, you goddamn liar!" He gasps once he's kicked over to lying on his back, Oompa's hand back to the chainsaw. "I'd stay still if I were you." The chainsaw became louder and closer towards his stomach. He squirmed a bit before Oompa's foot hit his chest, keeping him in place. Once the chainsaw made contact with his stomach, all he felt was icy hot pain. Socks screamed as loud as he could before he felt himself drifting off, the pain slowly leaving.

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His hold on the railing tightened once he finally came back. He felt his clothed stomach, searching for any bit of blood or organs. But neither were there, all that was there was maybe a few stains from whatever he'd eaten in the past few days on his white shirt. He backed away, back inside. He'd had the decision for a while to leave his old house behind. It was too close to the houses that held the murders. No one was aloud near the abandoned houses anyways. So, he got a nice apartment instead.

He had nice neighbors, yes. But he was still weary around them. They could turn up dead the next week if he became friends with any of them. And he didn't want that to happen. So he refrained from going out as much as he could. He couldn't bear to relive all the pain he'd felt over that one year. Surprising to think that two of his friends had almost made it to the next year. Meme and Joocie were the last ones he had before they turned up dead. Each on the last two days before it became the new year. He never bothered to celebrate holidays anymore. Most of the deaths were on the holidays anyways.

He laid down on his bed, not intending to go to sleep. After a few minutes of nothing but silence, he picked up his phone and tapped onto YouTube. He kept scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling, until he could find the videos to his channel. He hadn't posted since the first death. And he wasn't planning to now. What with no one left to keep him happy.

But regardless, he clicked onto a random video with everyone included and turned the volume all the way up. He could hear Joocie and Laff's British voices that he always mocked, Oompa's crazy theories he randomly came up with, Meme and him arguing about the man's fake medical degree, the two kids meddling in the background, Woolf and Dino bickering as they always did, Blaza and Tbh secretly trying to troll everyone, TBVG making loud chewing noises to annoy Oof which worked since once they cut the video Oof went on a rant about it. They all joked about everything afterwards and even decided to on a walk all together. Even if some of em almost got hit by cars. But they had fun that day. Unfortunately, those days are long gone. They're never coming back.

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"Dude." Socks whispered, following Oompa down to the basement. "Shut up! I'm trying to get free food here man!" Oompa whisper shouted as he crept through. He made a proud hum and opened a door. The room was filled with random snacks of choice. "Oh lord. You know stealing from Laff never goes well. He's gonna kill us." Oompa shrugs and tries to quietly open a bag of popcorn. It was a little loud but it worked anyway. No British sounds were heard so they felt fine.

"Jesus- it's chilly here." Socks rubbed his arms and looked up, taking note of the open window. "Just shut it man." Socks rolled his eyes and tried to close the window, though it didn't budge. "Dude let me." Socks turned around and ducked as a chair was thrown at it. "DUDE!" He suddenly heard running footsteps upstairs. "Shit! Hide!" Oompa threw the popcorn bag away quickly and licked his fingers before he dived under a table. Socks took a different approach and hid behind a few boxes that were stacked.

The door was slammed open, the person inspecting the window. That's when Sock's realized something. Laff didn't HAVE a basement. Whose house were they IN? Socks could feel his chest tighten and silently slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from hyperventilating. He heard the cock of a gun, Oompa flinched.

Socks moved his hand, unaware of the can he was next to. The can rolled to where Oompa was, making a loud sound. And then it was over. The person peeked under the table and fired a shot, instantly killing Oompa. Socks sat there astonished before the gun was disposed of. After a few seconds of earily silence. A chainsaw revving was the last thing he heard before Oompa's body was dragged off. He sat there for what felt like a good few minutes before he decided he HAD to fucking leave. He got out quickly, and ran. And ran.

He told the police once he made it to the station. They arrested the man as quickly as they got there. The man was known for cannibalism, Oompa's body parts were found shortly after and the news was delivered to what was rest of the friend group. Laff was outraged once Socks told his story. And he never let it go.