Fs sleepover 2
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0It started with a completely normal, completely reasonable decision:
“let’s just do a quick sleepover, nothing weird.”
That was the last intelligent sentence anyone said.
The house itself was fine at first—generic, slightly too clean, the kind of place that feels staged, like it’s waiting for something to go wrong but hasn’t decided what yet. Seven people showed up. Then eight. Then… eight again.
“wait who’s the second eight”
“No idea but they got here before me”
“that’s not comforting”
Shoes got kicked off, snacks got dumped onto the table, someone immediately claimed the best spot on the couch like it was a competitive sport.
“don’t touch my blanket”
“it’s not your blanket”
“it is now”
Everything felt normal.
Too normal.
Suspiciously normal.
Then someone tried to count how many people were there.
“okay hold on—1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8—”
Pause.
“…9?”
“we invited 7.”
“yeah but I brought a friend”
“which one”
“…good question”
Everyone looked around.
Nobody looked out of place.
Which was exactly the problem.
“okay whatever, it’s fine”
“yeah it’s fine”
“it’s probably fine”
It was not fine.
The first sign was the pizza.
There were supposed to be two boxes.
There were now three.
No one had ordered a third.
No receipt. No knock. No delivery.
Just… there.
“oh sick more food”
“don’t eat that”
“why not”
“because it wasn’t here before”
“yeah but it’s here now”
That was apparently a good enough argument, because someone opened it.
Inside: perfectly normal slices.
Except every slice had already been bitten once.
Not a big bite.
Just enough to be rude.
“…nope”
“absolutely not”
“who pre-bit the pizza”
“I feel disrespected”
Someone closed the box slowly, like that would undo the situation.
It didn’t.
Across the room, a sleeping bag unrolled itself.
“did anyone bring that”
“No.”
“then why do we have it” its a nightmare, 1x1x1x1 rages
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