WN

Y/n and ashtray have been friends for a couple years now, y’all have grown very close over the years. You were there the night the cops showed up, the night ashtray, locked himself in the bathroom. You were there when the cops pulled the trigger. But a body was never found. But there was blood everywhere. You loved ashtray with your whole heart even more than just the best friend. Your head is clouded with confusion and anger, you start smoking weed a lot more often and sneaking out at night. Just stopped caring after he died or disappeared. You never knew what to believe if he had just disappeared or if he actually died. Then one day everything changes.