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[ooc: tw for body horror/decapitation. set after this. open to fourth walls given this happens the same night as the throne-room party.]

[Peter has no idea how to do this. He's still shaking, hunched in a corner, having tried to contact Bonnie only to get no response, because she's probably just passed out. It's late. He figures no matter what people want to know about this. They deserve to know. He would want to know if someone he cared about here died (ha).

He has seen dead people before. He held his Uncle Ben in his hands while he died. He was there when Captain Stacy took his final breaths, but there is something else- There is something different about stumbling on someone's head detached from their body on the floor after the action is all done in the silence when he only expects to stumble on nothing. It's different to then realize he recognizes who they are, and now he's hunched over his network device, stuck to a corner of his own room.]

If you know Faith, I found her. She died. I'm sorry. Her

She's Her body and head

She's

Her body is in my room right now. I don't know what happened. I mean she was murdered but I don't know how or who. I just found her. Also I didn't clean stuff up down there but there's blood and stuff. [stuff being his own vomit. he still feels sick.]

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[audio to bonnie]

[saved]

[once peter first gets faith back into his room, he's scrambling for his network device, dialing the only person he can think to contact right now because she's the closest one to him. he presses her name, and it rings and it rings and there's nothing on the other side. there's no answer, but he leaves this message, rambling and incoherent]

Bonnie? I know you're probably- I don't know. I just-- I was walking down the stairs, and there was all this blood. I saw-

I don't.

There- [he fights the solid twist of his stomach, hand against the wall, trying to get a grip. he's spider-man, right? that's supposed to mean something, right? his jaw locks, and his eyes burn, and a sound escapes him as he shoves his fist into his wall and he sinks to the floor]

A head and a body. I knew them, and I don't know what to do but I didn't-

I don't know. I just wish- I just wish you were here.

[he shuts off the audio feed, tossing the device away and finds a toilet to be sick in before he- he makes the text post for everybody.]

through the black starless water, and the cold lonely air.

[goeth]

[ knocking on peter's door feels so stupid. the world is too quiet for this -- somehow the influx of visitors is muffled and dull. shouldn't she be bursting in, rushing to him and pulling him into her arms?

she should've been there. she shouldn't have been laughing and having a stupid sleepover, she should've... ]

Peter? You in there still?

through the black starless water, and the cold lonely air.

[saved]

[peter pushes himself up immediately from his spot on the floor. he's been fielding people and their questions throughout the time since he made the text. the audio he sent to bonnie feels like kind of a blur, because it happened right after, and it's hard to piece together everything that happened before-- after he found faith.

he moves to the door, still wearing what the suit he had on the night before but it has blood all over it, and his hair is a mess, and he obviously hasn't slept. and. his whole body aches from being so tense for all night.

all attempts at being strong are lost when he sees bonnie's face. his expression sort of crumples stupidly.]

Hi.

[prosecutorial]

[This is a kid. This feels like a kid.

Laurel hasn't been here long but she knows a kid when she hears one and this doesn't feel right to leave him to deal with this alone. She doesn't know what to be done about it here, but she can at least comfort this kid.]

I know this is a dumb question, but are you okay? Do you want help moving her somewhere?

[She doesn't know how death works here, beyond dead.]

[saved]

I'm okay

[Peter knows that won't be believable at all at the moment, but also, he doesn't know how to say what he is or how he feels. He's Spider-man. He just doesn't have his stupid suit on right now, and even if he did, there's nothing witty to say about this. There's nothing heroic to do.]

I got her up to my room. People say people come back after they die here, but I don't know how long it will take or if there's certain ways where it won't work.

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[therapize]

Where?

[Where did you find her? Where is she now? Cami honestly isn't sure which she means; not when her mind is full of Faith, powerful and strong and seemingly unstoppable, except now she's dead.

She should call Angel. She wants to call Klaus. She should say something more, but what can she honestly ask.]

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Where is she or where is the blood and stuff?

Sorry. I'm. She was in the mansion at the bottom of the stairs. Now she's in my room cause I didn't know what else to do.

6th floor. 027. You don't have to knock.

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[vampdetective]

Where's your room.

[No names, no explanations. Angel can't articulate any of that right now, not faced with the message Peter had just sent out.

He hits send, but only after tacking on a brief addendum:]

She's my family.

text

[saved]

[Peter was typing a reply even before he got the next message. He figures maybe he should be careful in case whoever murdered her is out there, but what are they going to do? Murder her again? Still his chest aches in sympathy because-- He's lost before, and he knew Faith but not super well and now she's in pieces on his bed.]

6th floor. 027.

You don't have to knock. I'm sorry.

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[bowsniper]

[ Damnit. This was at least the third person attacked- at least as far as had been made aware on the network. Clint didn't like this whole mirrors being able to walk around business. But right now his focus was on Faith and Peter, who had to be shakes. ]

Hey, kid. You okay? You need any help?

[ He knew Faith, he liked Faith he wanted to help get her somewhere comfortable to revive. Somewhere familiar. ]

Text

[saved]

[People keep dying. It feels like he should do something about that, but he doesn't know what or how. He's not the only superhero here, but how can they be everywhere at once? Murder happens so fast. He'd just been in that area earlier and then-]

Hey. Yeah, I'm okay.

I got her up to my room, but I think I left some of her stuff down where she was killed at. I know there was a sword. I don't know whose it is but it's what killed her I think.

[text]

[assembles]

[ Steve hasn't heard much from Peter as of late, but that's also because he hasn't made much of an effort to reach out to him. It's gotten complicated after his trip home. Not because he met a version of Peter back home, as Steve's almost used to that kind of thing by now. It's more that he isn't in a place to be leading anyone, let alone some kid who probably looks up to him a little too much already.

So when the message pops up on Steve's phone, it's completely out of the blue. Even worse when he realizes he's met the person who's been murdered. He and Faith had only spoken once, but it had been a pretty memorable conversation. For someone to have killed a person as hardy as Faith, it must have been bad. ]

You might want to look into moving her to her room. That's going to be the easiest place for her to come to. Let me know if you need help, all right? [ Steve's handled dead bodies before, he can do this. Peter shouldn't have to deal with it on his own.

And with that piece of business aside: ] I'm sorry you were the one who had to find her.

[text]

[saved]

[Peter does look up to Steve a lot so there's almost some kind of intense sense of relief to see his reply, knowing he's a hero, knowing he might understand what to do. He knows he went home. He knows stuff happened there which changed things somehow (home can doe that), and he knows there's a Peter that exists in that world even if no other superheroes exist in his own. Sometimes it makes him jealous of this other version of him that he has others he can count on. Someone else he can go to for advice, but here-- here Peter's just grateful for Steve, for Clint, for those who have been through hell already so if he royally screws up, they can set him right again.]

I don't know where her room is at, but that's a good idea. I just don't know how to. Sorry. I mean I've seen people die before. This is different. [because of the whole decapitation part of it all, and it's not just moving a body

it's moving a body and a head. he has a sheet covering her right now.]

Someone had to. Might as well have been me instead of someone who was really close to her or someone who hasn't ever run into something like that before.

text;

[allaboutme]

wait wait wait

FAITH faith? psycho slayer?

text;

[saved]

[okay, so. that's. a response. that just happened, and peter doesn't know what to do with it except rear up his shoulders defensively for someone he hardly knows but is VERY MUCH dead and in pieces in his bed right now. it's probably why the words get jammed out of his fingers as he texts back too fast, without thought.]

What the hell?

[failedparenting]

[Jesus fucking Christ, what's with all the fucking murders lately?]

What happened?

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I don't know.

I walked down the stairs and I found her. Dead. And there was a sword that was probably used to kill her.

[Audio]

[littledhampir]

[Rose is too angry to text to be honest, so poor Peter merely gets a very hostile sounding;]

Who did it?

[Audio]

[saved]

[Peter doesn't trust himself to speak very steadily at the moment. It's the reason he went with text so the sudden audio startles him so bad, he nearly jumps. It's stupid. He's got super powers. He's-- He should be better at this.]

I don't know. I found her after-

[krmvgivv]

[No no no no no. This is Faith. She's a superhero. Scary strong and fast and no. She can't be--

It's not permanent. He just has to keep reminding himself. She's not gone. She's just... not here yet.]

How many times has she died before?

[Focus on the facts. Figure out how long it'll be til she wakes up. Stay calm.]

[saved]

[Peter met Faith because of Dipper, and it's why he knows there's a lot more going on there beyond the question he texts. He bites down hard on his tongue, swallows.]

Dipper...

I'm sorry. I know she was

is

She's your friend. I don't know. I wish I did. She was dead when I found her.

TEXT.

[accelerate]

[ if anyone knows what it's like to watch someone die, it's barry allen. how many times has he seen someone he cares about die because of him? it's not something anyone can ever come back from, not even the flash. ]

[ he doesn't know much — who's faith or what's transpired — but peter's someone he likes, and even if he didn't know him at all, stumbling upon a dead body, whether stranger or friend, is something that sticks with you for life. ]

Are you okay?

TEXT.

[saved]

[peter shifts. peter swallows. peter shakes his head like he can somehow shake the visual from it but no, it's there to stay for good. the question half takes him by surprise. it's not like he was writing this for anyone to just.

care about him. faith's the one who is dead, whose head was removed from-]

Yeah. I mean. I don't know.

Not the first dead person I've seen. It's just.

Different. This time.

text;

[heroica]

[ Robyn isn't very good with the texting, being from the age that she is. Still, this is someone she considers a friend, or at least a friendly acquaintance, and what he's experienced is... awful. It makes her think of coming across the bodies of her family in Highever and her stomach seizes with the old fear and grief. ]

I am so sorry that you had to see that and to go through it.

Have you gotten help? Is there anything I can do?

Please let me know.

text;

[saved]

[Peter likes Robyn too. She was really nice, and they had a good talk the first time they ever spoke. It's grounding to hear from people he knows and people he cares about. He's an expert at texting, and he thought it would be better than him rambling unending-ly on the network in a way no one could understand. This way he can type it out. Edit it. Before sending it. Make sure he says what he means to instead of something stupid.]

It's okay. It's better that it was me instead of someone else.

People have helped. I mean, people who know her have helped. We got her into her own room. It's just there's a lot of blood. People are with her now, but I feel like I should clean it up or something.

Does Wonderland clean it itself?