Coiny's PoV

"Hey, Pin?"

"Yeah?"

"Want to go on that walk?"

"Uh, ok-"

I yanked her by the arm towards the door.

"COINY!?!?-"

"What?" I playfully teased.

"..."

"Ok, sorry."

She smiled.

Damn it's cute...

"Where is Coin and Pin going?"

We looked down.

"We're just going for a walk Grassy."

"Okay!" He said, giggling off.

'Man, he's hyper' I thought as we went through the door.

Pin's PoV

I'm scared as heck.

In every way possible.

Yeah, just walking with my friend/crush that I want to confess to.

In a godAMN MURDER GAME...

What's going on with the rest?

I'll find out later...

"Hey, Pin? Something goin' on?"

"Oh, I urr- I ummm..."

"Pin, are you sick? You don't look so good..."

"I-I'm fine! O-ok?"

"You're stuttering..."

"E-err..."

Oh good golly...

"I-I-I k-kind-da l-like s-som-someone-e..."

"Ok, well that's fine! Who is it?"

"Urr, I-It's y-y-yo-o..."

"What?"

Screw it.

I threw myself at him, lips on his own.

I pulled away after 5 seconds, swinging my head in the opposite direction.

"Uh..."

"I know you hate me, end our friendship if you have to-"

Coiny slammed back into me.

Turning my head back round.

And kissing me back.

He pulled away.

I snuggled up to him.

"I love you..." I muttered.

"I love you too..."

Foldy's PoV

Ever since the last accusation I haven't seen Stapy. Where did he go?

I'll ask Bell.

I trudged over to her.

"Hey Bell?"

"Yeah?"

I paused. Why should I bother asking someone who is just as clueless as I am?

No. She has to have some kind of clue.

"Have you seen Stapy recently? 'Cause I haven't."

"Last time I saw him he went into the bathroom. Why'd you ask?"

"No real reason. B-Bye!"

"Ok..." Bell ended, kind of confused.

I started towards the bathroom.

As I got closer, I felt a sense of unease ripple in me. Why though I wonder?

It's almost like I'm being warned by something.

Or someone...

The door was in sight now.

When I got to it, my senses were trying to pull me away from it.

But nevertheless, I went through it.

Regretting it immediately...

Sprawled out across the floor, was Stapy, his head bleeding like crazy, a gun in his left hand.

Next to the sink was a note, hand written by Stapy.

Wait...

That means...

He committed suicide...

I shakily stepped over to the note.

Picking it up, I read it.

And every word on that note sent me to complete despair.

I don't think I can go on in this game any longer...

I have to be up there with them...

I noticed a pen in the sink.

I grabbed it, wrote my own message on the note, put the pen back in the sink, and reached for the gun in Stapy's hand.

I loaded it...

Pointed it at my head...

And pulled the trigger...

My vision turned to red.

Dear anybody who reads this.

I'm sorry, but I just can't go on any longer. Here is the reason. I've always loved Marker, and after his death, I felt empty, like I didn't matter to anybody. But, Foldy, if you're the one reading this, you need to understand that I also loved you as much as I loved Marker. And I still will. This is my farewell. Stapy.

I've always loved you too Stapy. I hope we (Marker included) have a happy afterlife. Anybody else who reads this, goodbye for good. Foldy.