Warning: Homicide and Anthropophagy.

Evan hesitantly knocked on Michael's front door. Jeremy had texted him to meet him after school, but Michael still freaked him out a little bit. Something was just... off. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

He fiddle with his shirt. Evan didn't want to be in the same room as Michael, but he knew that Jeremy would listen to him talk, and he needed that right now.

"Hey Evan! Come on in!" Evans fears came to play when Michael opened the door. Evan took a deep breath before stepping through the door.

"H-hey M-Michael. W-w-where's Jeremy? I was um, waiting for him?"

"Oh yeah, he'll be here soon. You wanna sit on the couch?"

Evan nodded his head slightly. "T-thanks."

"No problem, man!l he headed to the kitchen to get what he needed. "Want anything to drink while we wait?"

"U-uh no thanks, but thank you!" Evan said meekly, trying to disappear into the couch. He got out his phone and began scrolling through his pictures to pass the time. He didn't notice Michael creeping up behind him.

Or the rag in his hand.

Michael positioned himself directly behind Evan. Holding the rang in his right hand, he quickly shoved it in Evans face, and used his left hand to hold Evan down. 

After a few seconds, Evans struggling stopped, and he slumped on the couch. Michael smiled, pleased at himself, before going to grab the body and drag it to the back door.

The front door opened, and in walked Jeremy, looking down on his phone. "Sorry Micha, it's just the Evan texted me saying he was here and asking where I was, so-" he cut himself off when he finally looked up.

The two sat in a heavy silence before Michael broke it with his happy attitude.

"Hey baby! How's your day going?"

Jeremy paused, struggling to figure out what was happening.

"Is... is that Evan Hansen? IS HE DEAD?" Jeremy dropped all of his stuff and walked slowly, inching his way over to Michael.

"Wow, rude." Michael jokingly rolled his eyes. "Yes it's Evan. And no, he's not dead. He will be soon though!" Michael's smiled grew when he realized something.

"Hey, maybe you can help me! I'll let you do the fun part." He said winking.

"I-I-I, the fun part?"

"Yeah! You know, the," he adjusted the body so he could cut throats motion. "Chop? I'll even let you used me favorite knife~."

Jeremy hands started shaking a bit, but he ignored them. "Michael, you're scaring me."

"Baby, why? I'm just helping Evan out!"

"H-helping him?"

"Yeah! He said earlier that 'he wanted to go the same way Connor did'! I'm helping him. It's what he would want. But of course, people are weird sometimes. They say one thing, but then hours later they're like 'No please don't kill me, I don't want to die!'" Michael said in his high pitches voice before chucking. "People are weird. Anyway, do you want to help me?"

Jeremy didn't answer right away, so Michael continued.

"It's fine, take your time deciding. I won't rush you. We can do what my momma and my dad always do! Papa grabs the people because people trust him, then my mama does the actual killing!" Michael opened the back door with his free hand before adjusting Evan so he was on Michael's shoulder.

"So I won't be mad if you don't come out. Take your time deciding, baby!" He went over and kissed Jeremy's cheek. "I love you, sweetheart!" He turned back around and made his way to the shed.

Jeremy's heart fluttered at the kiss, and he raised his hand subconsciously to his cheek. Michael always made him so happy.

Wait. This was important. Michael is about to go and kill one of his friends, he can't just, let him! And it seems like he's done this before! Jeremy reached into his pocket to call the police, but then he stopped.

If he called the police, they would take Michael away, and Jeremy would never see him again.

If he didn't call the police... Michael would still be with him forever.

Jeremy quickly made his decision, and headed out back to the shed. He opened the door, to find Michael adjusting the belts that were holding Evan down.

Michael let out a small gasp and beamed when he saw Jeremy. "Baby! I'm so happy you came! Do you want to help me?"

Jeremy just nodded his head, not trusting his voice at the moment. He could see the wall behind Evan, and it was just full of weapons and different bloody tools. He could also see several racks full of what he assumed to be poison.

Michael raced over to the wall, and pulled down a long, sharp, and perfectly cleaned, knife.

"Now personally I prefer my axe, but I think that'd be too heavy for you. This ones perfect!" He handed the knife over to Jeremy, who took it with shaky hands.

"Don't worry, I was a jittery as you are on my first go. I just couldn't wait!" Michael smiled and looked like he was about to say something else before his phone went off.

He reached into the pocket and pulled out his phone, reading the message from his mom. "Oh. I'm so sorry baby, I have to go pick up some 'Medicine' from the front door. You can do the job now, or wait until I'm done, but doing it without people watching tends to be easier...." he trailed off, reaching the door. "I'll be back right back, okay?"

Jeremy nodded before the shed door was slammed shut. He took a deep breath, and raised his knife. "I'm so sorry Evan." He whispered. But just as he was about to cut Evans head off, Evans eye lids fluttered open.

"J-J-Jeremy?" His eyes snapped open when he saw the knife in his hands. "W-what are y-you doing?" He tried to move, but he realized he was bonded to a slab, standing upright. "J-Jeremy?" He asked again.

"I'm so sorry." Jeremy's knuckles were turning white because of how tight he was gripping the knife. "I-I-I have to do this f-for Michael."

Evan turned pale. "W-what do you mean?" His eyes gazed to the bloody floor. "I-I-is that b-b-blood?!?" He studied it closer. "Is it... is it fresh?"

Jeremy nodded his head. "B-but I didn't... I didn't do it. He... Michael... he he wants me to..." he trailed off, not wanting to say the words out loud.

"Did he kill Connor?" Evans voice rang out with confidence. Jeremy didn't make eye contact, but nodded again. "Y-yes."

Evan let out a dry laugh as tears fell down his face. "S-So you're doing his bidding for him?"

"What? N-no! I just... I just." He raised the knife up. "I just... don't want him to get caught. I'm sorry Evan, you're a really good friend." He choked out.

Evan looked away. "Before I go, can you... can you... maybe bury me with Connor? Please. I-I understand if you um, if you don't want to but I just-"

"I will Evan. I promise."

"T-thank you, Jeremy. I'm... I'm happy to be with Connor. And I hope this works out for you." Both boys were sobbing now.

"I'm so sorry Evan." Jeremy used all of his strength, and sliced Evans head clean off, rolling to the floor.

He dropped the knife and would have fainted if Michael didn't catch him.

"Awe baby, don't worry, you get used to it after a while." Michael kissed Jeremy's temple, making Jeremy forget about what he had just done. "You did so well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

Jeremy stopped shaking, and he looked lovingly into Michael's eyes. All of his fears were replaced with comfort.
He loved it when when Michael praised him. If Michael would praise him every time, he'd do it a million times.

"Now, go on sweetheart. I'm going to go finished this up. I'm assuming you don't want to see the meat grinder part..." he trailed off while getting the body off of the slab. Jeremy nodded his head, avoiding looking at the body.

"Uh um, before I forget, he um... he wants to be buried with Connor..."

Michael chuckled. "Oh don't worry, he will be! But bury is a strong word."

Jeremy looked at Michael questionably.

"Well, let me put it this way, sweetheart," Michael put the body down in front of the machine. "Tonight, for dinner..."

Jeremy hummed back in response.

"I'm making 'pork' sandwiches."