"Where'd Socks go?" Laff said suddenly, stopping and looking back.
"I... don't know." Woolf admitted.
"He had Meme! We need to find him, what if he doesn't know how to treat him??" Nadwe said, panicking a little.
"Do any of us know how to treat him?"
"Who shot Meme anyway?"
"It... it has to be one of us. No one else knows about the wedding..."
"Didn't Socks plan it? What if he..."
"That does make sense..."
"If that's the case, then we need to find him NOW! He has Meme! If he has any chance, it's not going to be with the killer himself!"
Everyone started talking at once.
"Oh, wait, we're looking for Socks?" Muffin said suddenly.
"YES!!!" Everyone screamed.
"He stopped right over there." Muffin pointed.
"Would've been good to know sooner." Tbh mumbled, barely loud enough for Muffin to hear. "Hey! It's not my fault I wasn't paying attention to the conversation." Muffin argued to no avail. Everyone ran to where Socks was, and Muffin, having nothing better to do, grudgingly followed.
He followed behind the group, wanting to know if Meme was ok. He hadn't considered Socks being the one who shot him... he knew Meme and Socks were great friends, he thought Meme was in good hands with the orange spaceman. But... what if he wasn't?
Muffin crashed into Woolf. "W- oh, sorry, d-didn't realize we stopped." Muffin stammered, expecting to have angered the furry.
But, for whatever reason, Woolf hadn't even flinched.
"Uh, hello?" Muffin said, his confusion growing.
Woolf remained frozen.
"Okay seriously what's going-"
He was interrupted by Woolfsters shocked growl.
"Socks, what did you do?!?"
Muffin pushed passed Woolf, not really sure what he expected to see.
Whatever he'd expected, this wasn't it.
Socks was sitting over Memes dead body.
The 14-year-old froze, staring in shock at the scene infront of him.
"I KNEW IT!!!" Tbh screamed suddenly.
"YOU DID THIS, DIDNT YOU?!? YOU PLANNED THIS DUMB WEDDING, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!"
Socks didn't even look up.
"This really doesn't look good on you." Oompa hissed.
Socks still didn't look up.
"FRICKING LOOK AT ME YOU MURDERER!" Tbh shouted.
Socks let a noise Muffin had never heard out of him before.
A sob.
He'd never seen Socks cry before. He was typically always joking around, teasing everyone for random things, or raging when he got trolled. Never... cried.

(—— Switch to Socks POV ——)

Socks was vaguely aware of everyone shouting, but he ignored it. Why did anything matter? His best friend was dead.
"I say we put em in the Gulag." Laff said flatly.
"Agreed." Nadwe huffed.
Tbh smirked. "You hear that Socks? You're gonna pay for what you did to Meme."
Socks didn't object as Laff and Tbh grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the prison. he deserved to be locked up. He was the one who had planned the wedding, HE had killed his best friend. he was just as guilty as whoever had shot him.
Everything was a blur after that. The next thing he knew, he was sitting on the floor of the gulag with nothing but darkness and his own thoughts.

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Sorry this chapter is so short, I've been literally banging my head against the wall, I'm so mad at myself, I've been staring at a blank page for days and I hate it, You have no idea how glad I am that I'm finally done with this chapter