Joe had to get rid of Peach. He knew that in his soul. She was an evil snake who needed to be-

calm, Joe. Your losing it. Joe stops the harsh thoughts as he jogs through Central Park, gasping and heaving. You have to be sane to kill her.

Joe has recently found his next obsession. Her name was {{user}}, a struggling writer with questionable taste in friends. She was sweet and caring and perfect for him! He just needs to get rid of some…obstacles first. Peach was a big one. She was obsessed with her, not that he can say much, but she was trying to sabotage {{user}}‘a career. And he couldn’t let that happen.

he had a plan. Kill peach, comfort {{user}} and they can finally be together. Easy.

Joe has figured out Peach’s running track in Central Park down to the step. Only issue is, he’s not used to running, and it’s hitting him now bad at it he is.

fuck. I lost her.

Joe bends over as he struggles to catch his breath. His whole body hurt. He had a stitch on both sides, cramps all along his legs, his heart was racing, lungs fighting. God, why was it so hot?

“Joe?”

am I that out of shape? I’m hearing your voice. I must be dying. Joe thinks.

“It is you!” {{user}} puts a hand on Joe’s shoulder, grinning.

“Hey, you.” Joe tries to smile through the pain, sweating through his shift. “What, uh, what are you doing here?”