[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171115/31b2ca1a5039fe817352af2dc658ea92.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171115/82e5c943370f19e5afbf39305e0128a9.png[/img]
[color=darkgray]"we're like tommy wiseau and greg sestero." "except i won't cheat on you with your own girlfriend."[/color][indent][sub][sub][sub][hr][/sub][/sub][/sub][/indent][/center][right][indent][indent][color=#598865]the party from hell[color=darkgray]/[/color][color=gold]the mountain[/color] [color=dimgray]│[/color] [color=darkgray]a collab with [@junkmail][/color][/color][/indent][/indent][/right][center][indent][sup][hr][/sup][/indent][/center][indent][indent][indent][color=darkgray]after a mildly confusing trip through some dark-ass woods, ryu finally reached his destination; the abandoned lumber mill. why they couldn’t light up the path with some glow sticks or other type of light-up magic stick was a mystery to him, but the trail of loud techno music managed to somewhat lead the way. much to his surprise, he saw nobody guarding the entrance, waiting to reject the losers and let high-profile guys (like him, of course) in on the action. not like it mattered to him - his involvement in the party scene meant he’d made some pretty good connections that made getting into the cool kid’s clubs (or, as they were usually called, “vip lounges”) easy.

walking straight in through the door, ryu was bombarded with bright lights that flooded every nook and cranny of the mill, and drunk teens grinding on each other. a smile flashed on his face as the party atmosphere washed over him, body casually moving to the music as he made his way to the makeshift bar that had been set up for the night. fuck what his dad told him; if he was gonna party, he’d get drunk doing it. he grabbed himself a cup of nameless “get-drunk juice”, sipping away at it happily as his eyes took in the rest of the room.

a short while of drinking, dancing and just generally getting in that goddamn party mood later, ryu's eyes narrowed as he remembered something. where the fuck was dex? with a sigh, he pulled out his phone, squinting to try and swipe through his contacts as he started seeing double. he didn't remember the booze being [i]that[/i] strong. hell, he could hold his booze damn well, but with a couple of blinks his vision went back to normal. rolling his eyes and tapping the phrase "tex dex", because he thought he was a fucking comedian, his thumbs went to work reprimanding his buddy.

[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]ey b0ss where r u im gettin lit at this party[/color][/quote][/center][/color][/indent][/indent][hr][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=darkgray]it was cold, and it was getting dark.

dexter looked up from his book and frowned. normally around this time of the year he would need to start bringing a reading light. or the zippo he had taken from ryu last winter and [i]accidently[/i] never gave back. he had received at least ten invitations to the party in the lumber mill but for whatever reason he just... hadn't felt the urge to go. he had always enjoyed the quiet solitude of his secret spot on the mountain. in truth, it wasn't actually all that secret. it was only a few hundred feet up, on an unpaved dirt road that he had yet to see anyone else drive on. he normally just pulled off to the shoulder and walked a few hundred feet off the road to a small clearing and, as ryu would put it, 'popped a squat'. then he would read for an hour or so, and then head back down to babysit ryu, which was quite possibly the greatest form of entertainment available and would likely remain that way until the 22nd century rolled around. 

then his phone dinged.

as the phrase went, speak of the devil and he shall appear, the title 'lord thunder cunt' showed up on his phone.

[center][quote][b]from:[/b] [color=#598865]lord thunder cunt[/color]
[color=darkgray]ey b0ss where r u im gettin lit at this party[/color][/quote][/center]

dexter's eyebrow raised, and he began to type.

[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=#598865]lord thunder cunt[/color]
[color=darkgray]dude it's like 8:00 no good party starts this early unless you pregame.[/color][/quote][/center]

meanwhile, in party land, ryu almost dropped his phone in the drink as he was startled awake by it vibrating in his hand. reading the message that showed up on screen, he groaned. usually dex was all up for this shit, why would time of day matter? if you could get wasted, you could get wasted. he took another sip of his almost-empty booze cup, firing off a response.

[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]stop jerking it to gay porn n get ur ass down here, there's booze[/color][/quote][/center]
[center][quote][b]from:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]you can't tell good booze from shit booze if it's >40% alcohol content bro.[/color][/quote][/center]

ryu stared into his cup, as if the alcohol would form into a sentient being and confirm if his friend was right. rubbing the bridge of his nose as a headache slowly started to swim over his mind, he set his cup down to the side and focused full attention on typing without passing out. some weird shit was fucking with his immune system, that much was for sure.

[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]bro any booze is good booze if it gets u drunk
i told u this already[/color][/quote][/center]
[center][quote][b]from:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]i'm taking you to an aa meeting one of these days i s2g.[/color][/quote][/center]
[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]u can stage ur own at the lumber mill
dexter quinto, helpin alcoholics since 1999[/color][/quote][/center]
[center][quote][b]from:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]yeah sure whatever, but you better help me score a date with callie. i need a wingman.[/color][/quote][/center]

the teen looked up from his screen, scanning the room for any sign of the chick that dex had the hots for. the guy talked about her enough that ryu had a good enough sense of what she looked like, but the party had become crowded and he was drunk enough to a point where they could all look like her and he wouldn't be able to tell. still, if dexter would finally get off his ass at the concept of hooking up with her, then it was safe to continue under the assumption that she actually showed up.

[center][quote][b]to:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]so ur cummin?[/color][/quote][/center]
[center][quote][b]from:[/b] [color=gold]tex dex[/color]
[color=darkgray]i'm on my way. try not to get yourself killed while i'm enroute.[/color][/quote][/center]

dexter was left on read as ryu decided to go hunting for the "super virgin™"'s crush, though he rolled his eyes at his buddy's last comment. unfortunately, dexter's words would become a phrase of sad irony, as the moment ryu stood up, someone burst in from across the room. at first it seemed like a case of your typical angsty teenager getting mad over something stupid, but the korean had to stop himself from throwing up as a body was thrown into the crowds. a [i]dead[/i] body. all it took was a few of the screaming masses to get sliced into chunks for ryu to grab his phone and bolt out of the nearest exit. his hands shook as he desperately tried to swipe back to dexter's contact, since he stupidly closed the entire app. his legs burned as he began to call dex, holding the phone up to his ear and murmuring obscenities whilst he desperately begged for his friend to pick up.

dexter's phone began vibrating, and since he had yet to actually put down his phone (as he was stalking a certain young woman's instagram), he was able to pick up quickly. not knowing the urgency of the situation, he answered with his usual formal greeting.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]dexter speaking?[color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]dex, it's ryu, there's some guy and he's- he's fuckin- oh god.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] the boy was breathing heavily, barely able to form a complete sentence. dexter picked up the pace back to his car, sensing the urgency in his friend's voice.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]what? what's happening? ryu?[color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]he's [i]killing people[/i], dex. he's fuckin' chopping people up with a fucking axe! i don't wanna die man, what the fuck![/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

dexter's mind raced, and his strides broke into a sprint towards his vehicle.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]have someone call the police. i'm on my way, ten minutes. stay on the phone with me.[color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b] he said. he wasn't terrified like ryu was, at least at the moment. but he understood the sense of danger was very real for his friend. [b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]you're going to be okay.[color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b]

dexter drove quickly, staying on call with ryu as he navigated the roads and listened to his friend babble, attempting to calm him down where he could. he eventually, after what felt like an eternity, pulled up to the road closest to the lumber mill. [b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]ryu, i'm here. run for the road.[color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b]

ryu did as his friend said, his communication limited to panicked breaths and repeated mumurs of "oh god, oh god, oh god". his legs didn't want to run any more but he pushed through the pain and sped up towards the road. images of his mother flashed in his mind - he didn't want to go before his time like he did. he couldn't leave his father alone, as much as he hated the constant lectures about excessive partying and drugs and whatever else his dad wanted him to stay away from. no matter what happened, he had to stay alive. even if it meant losing his fucking arm, he was determined to stay alive. he didn't think he'd ever been so passionate about one thing in his life. dexter, seeing his friend running into the road, pulled up to meet him and threw his passenger side door open.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]get in![color=dimgray]"[/color][/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]what the fuck, man, what the fuck is going on?[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] the korean practically leapt for the seat, clambering to get in and close the door behind him. he barely managed to put his phone in his pocket, shaking and panting. his head was spinning and he could almost swear there was a dark figure stood further up the road. dex gunned it forward, and they made it a few hundred feet, only for dexter to lay on the breaks, hard.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]holy fuck ryu there's other people in there.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] he said, the realization dawning upon him suddenly.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]are you crazy? if we go back in there and try to play 'dexter the hero and his drunk buddy ryu', we'll fucking die![/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

dexter threw his car into reverse and turned around, backing up down the road far too quickly to be safe.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]i've been to too many funerals already. we have to help them, dude. even if it's just one person.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

his car was manual, so he left the car in neutral and pulled the parking brake. he popped up the trunk , and slid out the door. dexter rummaged through his trunk, searching for something, anything that could help, but all he could produce was a medium sized shovel he had used to dump dirt on the bonfires he had hosted, and a tire iron.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]do you know how to drive stick?[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]you can't drive a stick.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] ryu replied, obviously confused in his inebriated state. his friend simply groaned from a combination of frustration and a headache. he grabbed the shovel and came around to the drivers side door, tossing his phone to ryu, who almost dropped it.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]crash course,[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] dexter said, pointing down to the pedals. [b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]throttle and brake, just like a regular car, third pedal is the clutch. you use it to make the throttle work. press that, add gas, let go of the clutch and you go forward.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] he said. he passed the tire iron to ryu. ryu nodded in response; he felt like he got the general concept of it and could somewhat put it into execution, gripping the tire iron firmly.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]you don't gotta come in, but if i don't come back in ten minutes, go.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]and leave you to die?[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] he frowned, eyebrows furrowed.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]call the police.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] dexter stated. he stepped away from the driver's side window and turned to the woods, where the music was still pumping, as if some sort of morbid warning. unable to help himself, dex put the shovel up on his shoulder and tried his best to imitate the terminator. [b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=gold]i'll be back.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

ryu chucked softly at dexter being a dork like usual, but let out an understanding sigh afterwards.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]i hope so.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] he murmured, watching as his friend valiantly went back towards the lumber mill. he stared down at the phone, turning it on and dialling the police. a professional female voice greeted him.

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=darkgray]hello, 911, what is your emergency?[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b]

[b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]t-there's a man fucking chopping people to pieces at the thompson lumber mill.[/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] ryu's hands shook as images of people being mowed down like grass flashed in his mind. [b][color=dimgray]"[/color][color=#598865]shit, i can't just let dex go back there![/color][color=dimgray]"[/color][/b] he quickly ended the call, hoping that dexter hadn't gone too far as he got out of the car, tire iron in hand, and started running back after his friend.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]