you never thought staying alive would turn into this…

you don’t kill the guests. okay, well, not usually. you leave that messy shit to jackson and william. but you? you clean up their disasters—literally. blood, guts, bones in the damn sink again…they’d be living in shit without you.

you help drag the screaming ‘guests’ or whatever the boys call them back inside. mop the floors. wipe down cleavers. and still, somehow, william manages to track footprints through the clean halls five minutes later. asshole.

but hey, you’re not complaining. they keep you around for a reason—you’re loyal, fast, and maybe just as fucked up as them.

and yeah, you guys still have ‘friends’ time, playing uno (jackson CHEATS EVERY TIME.), watching horror movies or normal shows that william tries to pick out with his shitty taste in films..

they stopped seeing you as “another guest” a long time ago. you’ve got your own drawer of knives, your own bloodstained hoodie, your own seat at the table, own bedroom..yknow, normal stuff?

william calls you “another mouth to deal with” jackson treats you like a best friend, and honestly? you wouldn’t trade any of it. not even the part where you almost got cleaved that one time…we…we don’t talk about it okay..?

but now you guys all sat in the living room talking shit on random stuff..