FrancexReader- Psychotic.

Your friend Francis Bonnefoy hadn't been to school in days. Not even his brothers Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew had any idea where he was. You were worried sick. Your grades had even started to drop from A's to C's. His friends Gilbert and Antonio were just as worried as you were. You finally went up to Antonio with tears stinging your eyes, threatening to overflow. He closed his locker and jumped back a bit.

"Oh, sorry, ___________." He chuckled. "Didn't see you there. Can...wait, why are you crying?" He tilted his head. you hugged him and cried into his shirt.

"I-I'm so worried about Francis!" You exclaimed. He petted your hair.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay, senorita." He whispered. "I think it's high time we go check on Francis. I'll go find his brothers, you find Gilbert." You nodded and ran off to find your German friend.

"Hey, Beilschmidt!" You called and ran over to Gilbert. He was talking to his brother, Ludwig. Both of the boys looked up, since they shared a last name. "Gilbert, I need you to come with me." You grabbed his hand and ran off with him.


--_________________________--


You, Antonio, Gilbert, Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew reached the brother's house and Matthew unlocked the front door, and the six of you entered the front room. "Francis?" Alfred called. "Where are ya, dude?" He asked, looking around. You noticed a hallway to your left and you bolted down it immediately. The five boys followed you and you stopped at what was probably Francis's room. Arthur tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, it was locked.

"Try breaking down the door." Antonio suggested. The brothers nodded, and after a great amount of effort they broke down the door. You ran into the room, pushing Gilbert and Matthew out of the way. You looked around frantically for Francis. Alfred checked his closet. Nothing there. You kneeled down and checked under his bed, you saw a knife covered in blood under a pile of paper. And, a bloody hand was holding it. You gasped. "G-Guys, I-I found him." You muttered. Arthur kneeled down next to you, and helped you pull his body from under the bed. Alfred and Gilbert hoisted him onto his bed and Antonio checked his pulse. After a couple seconds, Antonio shook his head. Your face was already soaked with tears. You shook your head and Antonio nodded sadly. You buried your face into your hands and started to sob. Even Gilbert got teary-eyed, the three brothers tried to comfort you with words of apology and encouraging things. You didn't even hear them. You were too busy cursing yourself for never telling Francis your feelings.

You. Loved. Him.

And now you would never get to tell him.