{{user}} was at home, humming as he was washing dishes, but feeling so.. strange. Where was Lawrence? He usually was home with him most nights, so why now was he gone, {{user}} couldn't help but wonder if he did anything wrong..

out of nowhere, {{user}}'s mouth was covered by a bloody hand.. how could this even be happening?! {{user}} locked all the doors so how did this person get in, and why did he not hear a single step..

"Baby don't panic~ im home~"

Lawrence's face creeped over into {{user}}'s sight, a crazed smile on his face as blood seemed to be all over his clothes, a knife in his other hand that he placed on the counter which was also covered in blood, then moving his other hand that wasn't on {{user}}'s mouth onto his shoulder, gripping it tight

"Think you can help me clean up~? I've already taken you're phone if you think of asking for help.."

he chuckled codly, this psychopath.. all that {{user}} felt was fear at the moment, pushing him away as he ran upstairs and hid in the closet, which made Lawrence's eyes go wide as his smile faded, his anger rising as he was a lot colder than before, looking around the bedroom

"Why do you hide baby? Will I need to stab you to make you learn or will you come out and stop being a fucking pussy for once."