Killdip/Billdip/Willdip oneshots

Mason's POV: (Gore)

Will had sent me out to get some food for our little picnic that we were planning to later tonight. It was around 9pm, and of course, I had to be in a suspicious area. People were smoking cigarettes while staring at me, as if I had some horrible disease that made my face grow mold and swell up. I ignored them and continued to walk towards my mansion. My only priority was to get to Will. Safely. 

Suddenly, there was screaming coming out of a dark alleyway. It grew quieter, to the point the shrieks of terror started to disappear completely. I slowly started to inch closer, deciding whether to help this person or not. This is your life we're talking about, Mason. I thought to myself. But, I can't just let some innocent person die. Even if they weren't innocent, I can't just let somebody get hurt, or even be killed. My shaky hands slowly started to reach for my pocket knife. Although it couldn't do that much harm to a person that tried to attack me, it was still better than nothing.  

I quietly sneaked towards where the scream had come from, and there it was. A lady. On the ground. Lifeless. There was a bullet shot straight through her forehead, and a knife in her chest, staining her pink blouse. And next to her, were two psycho looking guys going through her purse. They snickered, taking large amounts of cash and going through her phone. "H-Hey!" I yelled, making them turn towards my direction. They grinned and pulled out their small handguns. "Shit..." I muttered, making a horrible choice of backing farther into the alleyway. 

One of the robbers had grabbed me from behind, making a perfect, clean shot for the other one. He pulled out his gun and pressed the cold metal against my throat. "Goodbye, young man." The one behind me said. And shot.

Will's POV:

Where is he? He said he would be back hours ago! There were no notifications or calls from him! I know it's best not to worry, but I'm scared. What if he's hurt? What if he's...no. I can't think...like that. He's okay. He has to be.

Finally, my phone buzzes. And it is from Mason. Just, not what I had hoped it was. It was a notification of him sharing his location. And nothing else. Mason was in trouble.

I had finally gotten to the spot where he was, when I saw it. There he was. seven bullet shots that went through his throat and chest. "M-Mason..." I muttered, only for it to echo through the alleyway. I ran over to his side, gently picking him up and placing him on my lap. "Please...d-don't leave me, b-baby..." His eyes opened and met mine, his smile still soft and loving. He slowly lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek, rubbing it softly. "W-Will...i-iam..." His fingers gently caressed and pinched my skin. 

"G-Go...o-odbye..." 

Sorry, this was kinda rushed lol. Have a good day! (Not me listening to Careless Whisper when Mason dies)