October 10, 2018; Something Strange in New York

Ok, I can do this. I need to tell you guys what happened.

Bones were everywhere. Most of them were still a pristine white, eerily untouched by the blood they lay in. The three others with me all stopped, none of us wanting to enter the scene of carnage. We all waited for someone else to make the first move.

Finally, I stepped forward and opened the door. The strong metallic scent made me want to flee, but I held my ground. I couldn’t see any Fuckboys in the store, only the blood. Everything but the bones seemed to be red, as if a Crayola factory that only made red crayons had exploded. I began to walk into the store, stepping carefully over bones. My mission was to find out what had happened, and I was determined to do it and get the hell out of there.

I looked behind me and saw that the others were following, equally cautious. I noticed one of them, Felix, holding the cross that he wore around his neck and mumbling. Turning my attention back to the store, I looked for any signs of what had occured. The clothing of a Fuckboy, a hidden weapon, footprints, anything. I saw nothing.

When I had reached the first aisle, I began to get a similar feeling. The same ripple in the magical field as a few nights before. I perked up, searching all around for a possible cause. The store looked the same, but I could tell the other skeletons could feel it to.

Felix looked at me. “Marty, what is that?”

“I don’t know,” I began to say. “I felt it the other-”

There was a loud crack, and I stopped speaking as Felix… as he… he started to…

I can’t. I’m sorry. It’s too much.

-M A R T Y

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