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@creepylullabies.
“Well? Don’t just stand there, you degrading slob, pick up my bags. That’s what you get paid for, isn’t it?”
Dandy thought the other standing next to him was a packer at the store. Maybe, if he didn’t wear so much white, Dandy would think different.
“Hello? Are you deaf? Retarded? Do---you---need---me---to---talk---slower?”
“gone girl” (2014) starters
Trigger Warnings: murder, abuse, slurs, manipulation, violence
Feel free to alter to fit muses.
“What are you thinking? How are you feeling?”
“[Name] is gone.”
“Well, we have our first clue.”
“To fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.”
“Your parents literally plagiarized your childhood?”
“Of course I’m with you. I was with you before we were even born.”
“You fucking cunt!”
“When two people love each other and they can’t make that work, that’s the real tragedy.”
“I swear, you two are the most fucked up people I’ve ever known. And I specialize in fucked up.”
“You’re probably the most hated man in America right now.”
“Whoever took her is bound to bring her back.”
“I’m a big fan of the lie by omission.”
“I’m so much happier now that I’m dead.”
“I didn’t touch you!”
“My God, this place literally smells like feces.”
“I deal with fucked-up people for a living.”
“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy some of it.”
“You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.”
“I blew him, semi-regularly.”
“Let the punishment fit the crime.”
“You. Fucking. Bitch.”
“You ever hear the expression the simplest answer is often the correct one?”
“And for him, I’ll admit, I was willing to try.”
“[Name], you’re my voice of reason. I need you with me on this.”
“Tra and la!”
“He actually expected me to love him unconditionally.”
“Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone.”
“Did you kill your wife, [name]?”
“[Name] teased things out of me I didn’t know existed.”
“Life. I don’t remember the point.”
“Do you really want to be the couple that has a baby to save their marriage?”
“I’m the cunt you married.”
“Everyone knows that ‘complicated’ is code for ‘bitch’.”
“Come home, [name]. I dare you.”
“You fucking idiot!”
”I will drill you as if you were doing a deposition. What to say, what not to say.”
“Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other pain.”
“You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.”
“I will practice believing my husband loves me, but I could be wrong.”
“Fuck. You’re delusional. I mean, you’re insane, why would you even want this?”
“Grownups work for things. Grownups pay. Grownups suffer consequences.”
“All I’m trying to do is being nice to the people who are volunteering to help find [name].”
“He became someone I did not agree to marry.”
“Men always use that, don’t they? As their defining compliment – ‘she’s a cool girl’.”
“I want a blood test! I want a paternity test!”
“We were the happiest couple we knew.”
“You need to bleed. A lot.”
“This man of mine may kill me.”
“[Name] loved a girl I was pretending to be.”
“Whatever they found, I think it’s safe to assume that it is very bad.”
“What’s the laptop for?”
“We’re so cute, I want to punch us in the face.”
“The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like.”
“You know what’s hard? Faking a pregnancy.”
“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”
“That’s marriage.”
“[Name] took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder.”
“I know what you can do. You go home and fuck her brains out.”
“What have we done to each other?”
I’m a god.
This is where I belong…
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It was unusual for Dandy to step into a room and not be the center of attention, or so he thought anyway. The young Mott had a walking God complex. If he wasn’t the center of every conversation, he simply chose not to be part of it. So, when passing the giant of a man, Dandy had to stop, stare and ask:
“You must be the new attraction Elsa dragged up from the south, yes?” Dandy wasn’t one to think before he spoke. The man before him was tall, taller than anyone he’s laid eyes on, so he simply assumes he’s a ‘freak’ and therefore, joining the freak show.
“Can you talk? Or haven't they taught you yet?”
Dandy demanded a lot. Dandy was very needy.
How incredible that the mind compensated for everything humans couldn’t for this wild young man. Dandy was, at the very core of himself, the only thing who could fulfill his own needs.
Keith didn’t grow or change gradually. That’d imply he was some sort of thief of form. That he wasn’t what Dandy wanted him to be. And they both knew what they wanted him to be.
The perfume was called Rose Vanilla and it was in a little red bottle on the dresser, and the lipstick didn’t have a name but it was the same maroon shade Mother always wore, and it was already on Keith’s lips when he wrapped an arm around Dandy’s broad shoulders.
He led him to the bathroom and went, “Oh, Dandy, you’re so wonderful. You’re so great and beautiful, you’re so capable and handsome. I love you so much. You’re the only person I love.” His nails were red as blood and he screwed on the faucet of the bath to fill it with hot bluish water.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Dandy. I’ll take care of you.” The ghost of a kiss was pressed to Dandy’s temple, the mirror of the soft, familiar cosmetic sticking to his skin–but only in their subconscious. He thumbed at his pink-rimmed bottom eyelid.
“Please don’t cry–it breaks my heart to see you sad, love.”
Dandy missed his mother but that was to be expected. Dandy was like a fly around shit when it came to his mother, he clung to her. He could spot her from a crowded room, it wasn’t as if she was anything special to look at but it was her scent.
The perfume she wore was strong, it was expensive and very few ladies on this side of town wore it. The smell would forever linger in his nose. It was the first thing he smelled when he awoke with the pancakes she had set by his bedside table, and it was the last thing he smelt before he drifted off to sleep while she told him a story.
Not so much a story, but a childhood memory. If Dandy wasn’t the main topic of a conversation, he didn’t want to be included. So, every story she was to tell, she’d replace the knight in shining armour’s name with his.
“Oh, mother,” Dandy sunk into the water and leaned into Keith’s phantom touch. “I am sorry for what I did, but I had no choice, you pushed me to it.” He turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss Keith’s wrist. His arms small and dainty like his mothers.
He opened his eyes and looked up at the mirror of his mother, “You did make a fantastic puppet and if it wasn’t for Keith telling me to throw you away, you’d still be hanging from my bed post.”
“Come closer, I would like to whisper something.”
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Ailen had asked her to cover for her, however; she’d promised that the person she’d be spending the day with would be next to no trouble for her. And that was a lie. Well she wouldn’t have actually cared about it, had he not been able to ignore. Needy, and extremely childish came to her mind first for words to describe him. Also, incapable.
“ So what do you do in this house for fun? “ she asked.
“Didn’t Ailen tell you?” Dandy ran his index finger along the mantel of the fire place as he walked closer to his new ‘companion’ for the day. Ailen had warned Dandy the week before she had some business to attend to and would be sending someone to take her place in keeping the young Mott entertained.
“We terrorize the neighborhood, grab the fattest kid we can find and feed him chocolate until it’s spilling out of his nose and then we sacrifice him to our lord and savior Satan.”
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“Hey! That dude was supposed ta be my kill!” he shouts, gesturing wildly to the marred body the other was standing by, blood staining the man’s pants and shoes. “Not cool, man, I’ve been scoping out for a chance to kill him an’ you get the chance first? Nuh-uh. Ain’t fair. Unless you’re also in fer the job, we could split the cash an’ all.”
Removing his mask, Dandy turned his attention to the other and frowned. “What on earth are you talking about, child?” The young Mott wasn’t on a ‘hit’, he didn’t set out to kill certain people but murdered those at random. Shirtless, Dandy didn’t like to get his clothes bloodied. He may be a serial killers but he wasn’t an animal. Have you ever tried to wash blood out of a Louis Vuitton suit? It was almost impossible and a lot of work, work Dandy was not willing to put in.
Using his arm, he smudged the blood splatter up his face, “You’re going to make me angry, and if you don’t tell me who you are, you’ll end up like little Bobby here,” he gestured to the man, mid forties, pot bellied and spluttering blood. He was still alive, well, barely. Dandy was just having a little fun with him.
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The junkie glanced over at the newcomer. His twisted, wicked energy radiated throughout the bar area, instantly snatching her attention from whatever solitary and sullen thoughts that were currently clawing at her mind. Sally slipped her cigarette into semi-parted lips as her dark orbs scanned the other head to toe from afar… then making the decision to stalk a little closer with a simple change of seating, like a predator closing in on its prey; however, she wanted to be noticed.
The Cortez wasn’t Dandy’s first choice when it came to hotels but with the recent rise in murders around in and around the hotel, Dandy couldn’t help himself. He had to get a bit of the action or at least greet whose committing the killings.
After unpacking and expecting the room, Dandy thought it was time to wet his tongue and so he marched to the bar. The hotel had a weird, and somewhat deathly vibe to it and boy, he loved it. He felt at home. He could smell the fear between the walls, if Dandy was a sexual man, he sure as hell would be rocking a boner.
The bar was pretty empty, the only others was the finely dressed bartender, a couple in the corner who look to be on the their last leg and an extraordinary looking woman sitting at the bar.
Bingo.
Slipping onto the stool next to her, Dandy flashed a grin exclusive to himself, and those who have lost their minds. “Well,” as Dandy began to speak, he clicked his fingers to grab the bartenders attention, “---aren’t you just the most bizarre looking thing.” It came out a little more patronizing than Dandy had liked, so he corrected himself.
“I mean that in the best possible way, of course,” and then he held his hand out to the other, “M’name is Dandy. Dandy Mott---may I ask the name of the lovely lady before me?”
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bob’s burgers sentence meme
“my crotch is itchy.”
“no one sheds like this family, it’s like a bunch of chewbaccas.”
“i loved you. i loved you like a horse, which is my favourite animal.”
“you know what, let’s stop before we say something we regret. like horses are better than cows.”
“so you’re not going to get revenge today?”
“I’M WARMING UP MY INSTRUMENT! unbelievable!”
“YOU FREAKIN’ IDIOT! YOU DON’T HUG FOR LUCK IN THE THEATRE!”
“i’ll see you in hell, _____! I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL!”
“your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jockey.”
“oh my god! why do you talk so SLOW!”
“great. why don’t you learn something and become a lawyer.”
“whatever. it’s true, you are whack.”
“when i die i want you to cremate me and throw my ashes in tom selleck’s face.”
“hit him in his handsome groin!”
“you wanna play dodge ball in the hospital?”
“are we just going to ignore the fact that ______ pooped in the pool?”
“you’re a hurtful slut, _____!”
“never make her pancakes. force her to make you pancakes, in the middle of the night.”
“time for the charm bomb to explode.”
“don’t have a crap attack!”
“i did a booze cruise through your living room!”
“you’re supposed to love each other, not kill each other; this isn’t the bible!”
“you don’t want to mess with my ______. s/he’ll wear down your self esteem over a period of years.”
“do you really wanna stay here and get pee-ballooned?”
“great. now my candy tastes like guilt.”
“if you think about it, any box could have vibrators in it.”
“you did not mean that. you sounded very insincere as i recall! you said it and i was like, ‘nooooo.’”
“we’re adrenaline junkies. we like our rides pure, uncut and assembled in me-hi-co!”
“you should know, when you hold hands with me you’re holding hands with everything i’ve ever eaten.”
“i’m no hero. i put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else.”
“he gave us his magic, and then he disappeared. just like toad the wet sprocket.”
“wine helps me drink.”
“why’d you headbutt me?!”
“i was going to punch you, but i’m holding wine.”