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Jonny
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You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way.
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((Charlie DuClare continued from Farday's Cages))

Oh, she'd been there the whole time. You wouldn't have noticed it, but she'd been there.

And she'd seen the note, which came as a relief. No, don't look at her all funny. It was a fucking relief and she wasn't going to apologize for thinking that. Because after a morning spent talking and talking and talking in the hopes that somebody would smile godammit, just smile, just tell me that I'm not doing all of this for no reason, just tell me that if I wasn't doing this it'd be even worse, somehow, somehow, she was sorta ready to quiet down. Give herself a rest of a little while. Yes. Rest. Not a word not a sound. She could live with that.

And she'd seen the games of tic tac toe, the little words scribbled, the rhetorical questions, the ways of passing the time while they let whatever was happening happen. She laid down some X's and O's. She pulled a little face, a little I'm so conflicted face, when it came time to give her answer about killing Liz. She drew some formless doodles on her piece of paper, and then the doodles started to look a little like an elephant. So she drew an elephant. This was how she participated.

And she'd seen the two new kids walk in, and they were gonna play by the rules too, they were gonna stay quiet and they were gonna be cool, which was nice, which was relaxing. Which made her feel calmer because everything was just so quiet right now, just so peaceful, just so

No it wasn't.

No it wasn't.

How long was it now? How long had it been since she'd started screaming (oh, but silently, of course silently, she'd never endanger the group by screaming for real) and screaming and feeling the cold terror well up again? Hours. It had to be hours by now. How fun. How fun that she, who had just been improbably spared for the offense of saving the life of the girl who was mercilessly fucking with Danya's game, was now caught up in I don't even know what the fuck I'm caught up in.

Something scary. Something terrifying.

Something that nobody could know about, nobody could even speak a word about. It was- how long till she tripped up, till she started humming, all absent-minded like how the fuck could HUMMING get us killed, surely it would never do that! How long till someone sniffed, or cough, or dropped a pencil, or how the fuck was she even supposed to know which sounds would and wouldn't get their collars all blown?

Couldn't live like that. She couldn't live like that. But everyone around her could, apparently.

Oh, she was entertaining the thought, alright, that everyone else was just as spooked as her. It'd be nice to know, nice to have that feeling like she wasn't alone and she wasn't crazy. And so she tried looking everyone in the eyes. Found excuses for it. Little taps on the shoulder, asking for another game of Tic Tac Toe, asking if you like her elephant- Do you like my elephant? Also, are you hiding the fact that you're just as terrified of this situation as I am? Please answer non-verbally if at all possible, since answering verbally might get us all killed.

If they were hiding it, they were doing a better job of it than she could ever hope for.

It wasn't- no. Couldn't live like this, couldn't die like this. Had to get out. Sorry. So sorry to everyone. Really, she was. Didn't want to do this, but

Had to. Had to write a little message of her own, a little I'M GONNA HEAD OUTSIDE FOR A BIT. NEED TO STRETCH OUT. The implication being that stretching out inside might make the floor creak, might kill them all. That was a realistic concern, right? Probably. Look, there's more to the message. I'LL BE BACK IN A LITTLE BIT. Promise. She finished writing that great big lie and put the pen down. Picked it back up again, drew a big circle around her words and then a tail so it was suddenly a speech balloon. It was the elephant saying it now. That was pretty cute. Pretty stupid, too. She didn't care.

She tapped some shoulders, showed the message, smiled (so convincing!), stood up as quiet as she could. Tiptoed over to her bag, started to unzip it a little, stopped dead in her tracks when the zipper made a tiny noise. Cringed a bit. This wasn't going to do, this meant she had to take her bag outside with her to retrieve whatever it was she wanted from it. Silly clumsy loud girl, nobody could blame her for taking her bag with her even though she was just gonna be gone for a minute or two.

She left the piece of paper behind, elephant and all. Something to remember her by.

((Charlie DuClare continued elsewhere))
Jeremy Franco is alive. You can write a better ending, goddammit.

Charlie DuClare is dead. And nothing was easy anymore except to smile.
Julian Avery is dead. Courage was the man with a gun in his hand.
JJ Sturn is dead. Fuck it, all good things gotta come to an end.
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