@miserys-tragic-melody · The Echoing Silence (2025)

"In a way."

He answered, making a move to fix the bag he was carrying, the weight of all those fucking streamers and junk might've broke his wrist if he left them like that

"What kind of friend plans a hang out this late? Planning on hittin' a rave later or somethin'?"

💔: "ion know, cuh, hes always the one making plans."

<[he texts Xander to see where he's at, Jose noticed your bag]

💔: "what's in there? A dead body?"

Spencer laughed at that, although it seemed to be more of irony than it was from genuine amusement

"I wish! I could at least get riddof a dead body."

He opened the bag slightly, it was mainly things like oversized light up signs, batons. Average performance stuff, to make it short

"Ali'd slit my throat and hide me in the back of her car if I got riddof this junk."

💔: "daaamnnnn, cuhhh. Your friend sound mad bitchy, no offense."

<[he yawned and he received a voice message from someone your you heard Aliza talk shit about]

"joseeeeee~, it's me, Xander. I'm on my dads phone now cus mines dead as hell but I'll be there in a few, junkie"

"Eh... Bitchy ain't the word I'd use to describe her."

It definitely fit, but still, he had manners! He wasn't out here to talk badly about someone he considered a friend, bitch or not.

...but after hearing that voice, maybe he might talk badly about that guy

"You're just gonna stand there and let'm call you a junkie?"

It was Spencer's turn to raise an eyebrow

<[Jose quickly texted back while smiling at his phone]

💔: "cuh, that's like our thing. He calls me junkie and I call him a ratchet."

<[there was another voice message from Xander]

"mosquito, wheres your truck, I can see it -?"

"That's... a thing, alright. Where'd 'ratchet' come from? Is he some sortta wildcard?"

Spencer's eyes narrowed at the phone. He was tempted to mutter something to himself, but given the fact that guys nicknames included 'junkie' and 'mosquito', he decided that was probably the wrong move.

"How come he's asking where your truck is if he can see it?"

<[he shrugs]

💔: "no idea where the nickname came from, I just called him that once and it's stuck."

<[Jose looks around and shrugs again]

💔: "probably because I didn't bring it with me-"

"Then how the fuck didja get here–"

Spencer started, looking at a car that he could have sworn belonged to the guy. Mainly because it was beat up, leaking and looked like it'd been there for at least twenty-five years too long.

"Nevermind. If you do need a ride home, and that guy isn't driving either, 'm probably not gonna be leaving anytime soon."

A shitty offer, but an offer either way

💔:"uh huh..."

<[there's a dark figure looming over him. Jose gets tackled to the ground and he starts laughing along with the guy that tackled him. You could've sworn this was the guy Aliza had drama with]

"AGHwhattheFUCK–"

He practically jumped ten feet out of his own skin at the interaction. Even after hearing the laughter, Spencer stood tensed up. Oh.

That ratchet. Nowhere near as 'twinky' and 'emo wannabe' as Ali described, but he matched the pictures.

"Havin fun down there?"

<[Xander didn't pay attention to Spencer, just gave him the stank eye]

💔: "y-yeah!!"

<[Xander got on Joses back and sat on him while shoving 50 bucks in Joses pocket]

💔: "cuh, did you gain a few-?'

"SHUT UPPPP!!!'

"Alright then, partner, go fall in a thornbush with spurs on your rod for all I care."

He muttered, barely even audible to himself. Definitely the guy Ali was talking about. Maybe he was even bitchier than her. Whatever, he shook his head and plastered on a smile

"Glad for that at least. Ready to get up?"

He held out his hand to Jose

"who are you? Get out of his face."

<[jealous much?]

<[he crossed his leg and Jose sighed and stayed on all fours while holding up Xander on his back]

"'m Spencer and you're Ratchet."

He stated, not really wanting Xander to introduce himself. Ali and this right here, the mean glare, the attitude, the way he literally say on his friend. Douche much? Although he hesitantly moved his hand from Jose to Xander for a shake

<[Xander gave Spencer the stank eye and got off of Jose]

"only he can call me that, country rat. I'm not touching that-"

<[Xander looks at Spencer's hand and scoffed]

"its probably all gross and crusty from being outside and picking up horse shit- ew"

"Haha, very funny. 're ya like this to everyone or are ya just feelin' feisty?"

He retracted his hand, barely a little bit satisfied that at least Xander was off of Jose. Spencer wasn't glaring, but he definitely wasn't enthused with the guy.

"And if ya gotta know, I haven't been near any animals since I was ten, so my hands are just as clean as..." Yours? Nope, Xander's hands were probably filthy from some jerking off or whatever. "...anyone elses."

"highly doubt that, you smell like trees and dirt. Skank."

<[and he smells like a Victorias secret and cherry vape-]

<[Jose laughed a little and unknowingly encouraged Xander.]

"Skank? C'mon man, at least be original in your insults. You don't even know my body count."

Spencer prompted. He didn't seem upset at the tease, just expectant.

"yeah I don't know it but I doubt it's going up"

"Rather have that than a risin' one and fifty undiagnosed STD's."

"But, suit yourself y'know? Different strokes for different folks."

"you were probably born with STDs. You look like a hobo with that raggedy ass junk you have on that you call clothes. It's disgusting. "

"...Alright then?"

NO, Spencer was not going to insult Xander's clothes back. That's pathetic, even to him

"Whaddya want me do, change right now? Because if so I'm not doing that shit for free."

...He's joking, I swear-

<[Xander glared at you and began whispering with Jose. Suddenly devilish smiles appeared on their face]

"we can work with this..."

💔; "mkay..."

"your not too bad looking... But you dress like a hobo, you smell like shit, you look boring and not to mention your hands look like they've gone through hell and back-"

Okay, maybe Aliza was under exaggerating about how much of a douche this guy was. That'd be a first

"Pardon-?"

Spencer couldn't help but look at his hands after the end of the statement. Sure, they were a bit rough with light scarring, but not survivors of hell! That was way too much of an overexaggeration.

<[Xander lightly caressed your face in a creepy way and baby talked you while holding in his laughs]

"we're gonna- pfft... we're gonna make you gorgeous~! You'll gonna be the prettiest boy at the party ~!!'

<[Jose started laughing and went through Xanders duffel bag. He pulled out a spare change of clothes that Xander had in there if he got blood on himself. Xander gripped your chin and put some eyeliner on you and sprayed you with a ton of Victorias secret perfume and once Jose forces you into a new outfit, you got bathed in perfume again]

. . .

THEY ACTUALLY CHANGED HIS CLOTHES IN PUBLIC

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

"What the fuck?!"

"that was harder than expected- you look great tho! Thank god no one's here.."

<[Jose stepped back and tilted his head at Spencer]

💔:"not badddd"

Spencer wasn't a fan of horror movies, but he knew that if this was a film, this is probably when the psycho killer went and slaughtered the three of them

"...Thankya..?"

God, he looked like he kind of guy Salem would go nuts over. All in all, not that damn great

<[a truck pulled up and Jose screamed]

💔: "MY TRUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!"

<[a girl stepped out and waved at Jose and Xander]

🍭: "haiiiiii- ...who's that-"

<[she looked at Spencer and gave him a half assed wave]

Spencer just about jumped out of his skin at the screaming, blinking repeatedly out of shock before turning to this new girl. Seriously, it had to have been a party at this point. How did the saying go? Two is company, three's a crowd, yadda yadda.

"'m Spencer. You?"

Before she had the chance to respond, his phone rang. A muttered apology came from his mouth as he stepped away to take the call