Warning: Death
also idk how death penalty works so forgive me únù
ur gonna hate me for this, just as much as I hated writing it qwq

They were thrown into another room. Again, thrown quite literally. Then, a few officers came in and forced them to stand up and walk over to a chair. The officer, a guilty-yet-smug looking blond male with blue eyes then took ahold of Darryl, forcing him into that chair.

Darryl tried to struggle, but soon was buckled into the chair, straps on his arms and legs. When he realized he couldnt escape, he let out a shriek of pure terror, finally realizing what the chair was.

"PLEASE-- THIS- I DONT-," Darryl choked out, squirming alot. He kept lashing and writhing in the chair, desperately trying to escape. "YOU SAID- YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT PUNISH ME!" He yelled, tears forming in his eyes and streaming down his face.

The murderers could do nothing but watch. Clay had a look of deep sadness and anger, Nick had a rage-filled scowl, and George was confused and angry. What's that chair, and why is Darryl afraid of it? He wondered, watching as Vincent stepped into the room with a remote. Nick started to walk forwards, but the officer behind him held him in place.

As Vincent spoke, his voice was alot more menacing, as if he wanted to stab through someone's body.

"Darryl, you thought you wouldnt go without a punishment? Silly boy, you were helping them kill people!" Vincent waved his arms at the 'Nightmares'.

"But I- You said..." Darryl trailed off, beginning to sob. George felt his heart twist, Darryl seemed so... sad, so guilty, so full of regret.

"I may have said, but I didnt mean it. Now, what are your last words?" Vincent smirked, holding the remote towards Darryl.

"Tell Geppy to take care of my dogs..." Darryl choked out through his sobs. "I'm- I'm sorry..."

Tw: death

"I just... I just wante-," Darryl cut off, letting out a short cry of pain, before going limp. His eyes began to cloud over, and that's when it hit George.

That's an electric chair.

"BAD!" Nick yelled. Clay's eyes were wide, and he fell to his knees, a tear rolling down his cheek. George was frozen, not daring to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he wanted to leave. He wanted to run as far as he could. He wanted to be anywhere except there.

The officer behind Nick, the boy named Wilbur, shoved Nick forwards into the guilty but smug boy, Tommy's arms. The same thing happened, Nick was strapped to the chair after they removed Darryl's body, except Nick was wriggling alot more, screaming for help. He kept thrashing so much, that Wilbur and Vincent even had to help push him into the chair.

Nick had an expression of fear and rage, glaring at the officers and yelling curses at them, still thrashing around. Vincent simply rolled his eyes, held out the remote, and pushed the button. Nick let out the same piercing cry of agony, before falling limp, his eyes clouding over. The officers removed Nick's body, taking him through the same doors they took Darryl.

Clay was next, except he didnt struggle. He walked in a graceful yet sad way to the chair, and Tommy didnt even try to get him in the chair. He sat in the chair by himself, allowing them to easily strap him down.  His tears were now dry, and he had a gloomy expression on his face.

"I deserved this anyways." He said, hanging his head low. Vincent pressed the button, and Clay's reaction was a simple flinch, before he stopped breathing. You couldnt see his eyes, but they were indeed now a milky green color.

George stood frozen again, crying as they removed Clay's body. George felt the officer behind him, Harvey, give him a small nudge. George turned his head towards the officer, his eyes reflecting a little amount of light. Harvey had a guilty look on his face, and was looking away as if he didnt want to watch.

George nodded, shaking himself, before cautiously stumbling forwards. Tommy came over to him, putting the fourth male into the chair. A sudden surge of rage came over George, looking Vincent right in the eyes as the remote was held towards him.

He let out one last hiss before a terrible pain struck him, rattling him from head to toe.

"Fuck you."

And everything went black.

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LAST ACTUAL CHAPTER AAAAA

things will be explained in the next chapter, which will be an A/N published shortly after this one. The chapter after that will be like a prologue, explaining things that happened afterwards.

Just know I'm in pain for having to make Darryl die, as well as the rest. At least it made me feel better to make Tommy and Harvey feel guilty qwq