there are muscles that move without having to think(1/5)
michael/gavin | pg(for this part) | 1100 words | ao3
dedicated to ash xoxo
“This is Gavin,” said Geoff, yawning and then cramming some of Jack’s fries into his still-open mouth. “He’s my foreign exchange student. I have to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed during school hours, or else we’ll get a fine or something.”
What is that noise?!
Stop it!
It’s scaring me!
The familiar demonic chants and chuckles filled the small guitarists ears. Noodle screamed and thrashed away, but somebody was holding her down, a hand shoved over her mouth.
“Shut up, you little slut.”
She attempted to scream, but a pillow was pulled over her face. Unconsciously, that is.
In her mind, darkness took over. She could only let out a muffled, “Help!”
