To say ChromeSkull was a bit on edge after the murder of the kid was like saying the ocean was a bit wet. Pulling Ghostface towards him with his drink in hand, ChromeSkull quickly typed up a message and held it in his face.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS, MICKEY?
Ghostface looked over his shoulder and then back at Rita's corpse.
"..We didn't do that did we?"
NO. WE DIDN'T. NOW KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.
Truth be told ChromeSkull wasn't sure who killed this brat. But he sure as hell wasn't being framed for this. Ghostface could take all the heat, sure but not him. Which is why ChromeSkull started to head towards Rita's body for any kind of clues.
Mickey also didn't think he killed this girl. Killing without a purpose was fun at times. But not when you ran the risk of being in the same company as a being who could drag you down to hell.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS, MICKEY?
Ghostface looked over his shoulder and then back at Rita's corpse.
"..We didn't do that did we?"
NO. WE DIDN'T. NOW KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.
Truth be told ChromeSkull wasn't sure who killed this brat. But he sure as hell wasn't being framed for this. Ghostface could take all the heat, sure but not him. Which is why ChromeSkull started to head towards Rita's body for any kind of clues.
Mickey also didn't think he killed this girl. Killing without a purpose was fun at times. But not when you ran the risk of being in the same company as a being who could drag you down to hell.
"Chrome, you better figure this out. I'm not ready to meet the Devil yet. I still have so much I want to do!"
That was what someone who had just seen a murder would think right? It was hard getting into the headspace of the same people he usually gutted with a hunting knife.