“You would never hurt me, right my love?”
Tw: graphic(?) descriptions of murder, possible vomiting, hallucinations and nightmares
Franks face froze in a state of shock as he felt the felt the intertwine of his and Eddies fingers slip as the other ran into the void outside of home, a hallucination, Frank thought quietly to soothe himself, though a muffled turmoil in his head questioned things it should not.
A voice shot through the eerily quiet static of the black pit, heart dropping as he turned his head to be greeted with blue hair.
“Wa-“ Julie? It was Julie, she dyed her hair blue.. for some reason—how could he forget such a detail? “It’s me, Silly!” She beamed, his hands in hers, awkward, wrong, they felt almost corpse-like.
“..oh.” He blinked “hi, Julie—you see I-i just need to go do something I’ll be right back! I promise—“ She gripped tighter, his breath hitched.
“Frank! You know you can’t just leave a party like that! What could be more important than having fun with your friends?” She tried to persuade in her usual cheery demeanour but Frank heard the unusual urgency despite it all. He always noticed.
“Julie.. are you oka—“ “IM FINE!” She squeaked before freezing and staring with a piercing gaze, an expression he couldn’t read. And he knew all of Julie’s faces. A pit formed in his stomach.
He loosened his grip—a test, she didn’t recuperate “Fine.. Julie, I won’t leave but can you let go of my hand please?..” She faltered, pupils subtly trembling as her gaze flicked around before her hand hesitantly pulled away slow, though, she looked ready to pounce if he even dared to try anything.
Sweat dripped as he studied his best friends face, her eyes were hollow, as if she died standing up, her mouth tugged down slightly—though, not quite a frown, he noticed.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Julie? I could always—“ his words fell short, Julie disappeared.
Wally took Julie’s place. His face overcast with a shadow and his eyes wide, pupils blown.
“W-what?” Wally didn’t even seem to register his taller counterparts startle, head tipping not unlike a guilty mutt who did something it wasn’t supposed to.
Frank shakily breathed in heavy, giving a quick glance inside of Home only to realise everyone was gone, ‘they definitely didn’t leave through the door’, Frank noted ‘did they? I—‘
Drip. A red stain weeped into the carpet of Home beneath Wally’s feet.
Franks face scrunched in confusion, looking back to Wally to see his face is now only halfway overshadowed, face smeared with blood and worst of all—dressed with a frown. Wally can’t frown. He never has and never should.
“What..?” He breathed “Darling? What happened?”
His felt hands daringly placed themself on top of Wally’s shoulders, he tensed suddenly, lightly trembling “I.. I can’t kill you, not you. Never you.” His slow tone was hard to place. Frustrated? Maybe, though he looked as if being held at gunpoint.
“Kill Me?—what are you talking about?—“
With a sharp intake of air, the shorter suddenly shot forward, a sudden pain exploding in Franks chest, burning, throbbing. His Innards clawing to heal what had been torn as a pained pathetic sound wound up in his throat, only to be freed in a faint, dying squeal.
Wally fell against him, twisting the knife in Franks chest, The darker grunted, body jerking as a metallic taste burst and stained on his tongue, blood tore its way out from his throat and pouring down his chin like puke, a splatter falling onto Wallys now tear streaked face. He gagged.
Franks voice box weakly croaked as if to mock his attempt at getting one last breath, his eyes glossed over, strength sucked from his body. Deaths cold phalanges covered his eyes and now only pressure of where the wound once bled buzzed lightly.
His eyes tore open wide and he sat up sharply from where he led, breathing shallow and quick. Wally, his Darling’s eyes bore back into his with worry, face illuminated in the warm, orange glow of the lamp on the bed side table—their bed side table.
Grey hands grabbed at his partners yellow cheeks and gripped them in disbelief, much to the shorters confusion.
Franks heart race slowed, though his chest still felt heavy “I’m sorry..” he breathed. Wally’s small hand gently set itself atop one of Franks “it’s okay, Frank. What happened?” …. “I had a nightmare.” .. “oh.”
One last deep breath and his heart race slowed.
They sat together in silence before a sob broke through Mr. Frankly’s restraints, pressing his forehead against to the others.
Wally leaned into it, thumb stroking over Franks.
“You would never hurt me, would you, my love?” Frank whimpered pitifully, the Darlings heart squeezed in confusion and pain at the thought “no. I would never hurt you.” The shorter would conclude, his free hand laid flat to Franks chest where he had been stabbed in his nightmare.
The dull ache there faded with the warmth of his sweethearts hand, it comforted Frank to an outstanding extent “Thank you.. I love you.. I love you so much..” “I love you too, Frank”
Wally laid Frank back down carefully and cuddled up to him, holding his head to his chest lovingly as he stroked his hair, a relived sigh leaving Franks lips.
Frank decided he wasn’t going back to sleep for a while.
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