My Best-Friend Is A Plastic Surgery Monster

It was horrifying watching my best friend, Emma Edison, turn into a plastic surgery monster. She had a sister who was beautiful, blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes, amazing tan skin. Perfect nose, perfect figure. We all used to be friends. Emma wanted to be beautiful, she said she'd save up money to turn into the perfect person for her crush. I lost my best friend to a boy. She was already pretty, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, fair skin, thin. She was pretty. She always said I was extremely pretty and that she wanted to look like me. I said "You're already beautiful, don't get the plastic surgery, it's not worth it for a boy." She argued and finally "gave in", or I thought so. A week after arguing she came to school completely different. She had perfectly blonde hair, tan, perfect nose, thinner jawline, perfect figure, her eyes were bigger, she even expanded her boobs. I almost didn't recognize her. She had recovered so fast, it was almost unreal. What made me sad was that she didn't tell me before.

I wanted my old best friend back, she got her boyfriend Job. Another month past and she looked even more different, it was unreal. Not in the good way either. She looked like a failed doll, boobs too big, eyes too big, eyelashes too long, legs to thin and long, same for the arms. Her jawline was even thinner, I was surprised she could even chew. She also was extremely thin, like the starving kids in Africa thin. I decided to go to her house after school, I always knew the key was under the doormat, to I unlocked the door and saw the house. It was a mess, but that was usual, I walked up to Emma's room and saw a bunch of plastic surgery stuff. I heard Emma coming upstairs so I hid in the closet, I smelled a dead body of... Emma's mom! I heard and saw Emma shaving away her jawline, it's a sight and sound you NEVER forget. I decided to go to the plastic surgery place I found in a call book and asked if they had a patient named Emma Edison. They said yes, and the boy around my age showed me something after I begged. "I'm not allowed to show you this, so don't tell a single person!" he said nervously. "I won't...," I said worried. I saw my friend's dead body in a 6 feet deep hole. "I-is that Emma?!?" "Sadly, yes. Don't tell a soul what you saw tonight. You said you saw someone shaving their jawline?" I replied with a yes. "Whoever that imposter is, they have to be stopped."

Part Two I prepared to get the gun from the house and shoot the imposter, but... they found me and killed me...

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