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Psychopaci

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#159

A možná jsem opravdu hodně duševně nemocná, když jsem si to všechno vybájila? A jak se toho zbavit? Odmítám už býti otrokem vlastních nesmyslných pocitů.

[virgil-patton-roman-and-logan]

Sshorrorfamily fanfic

I know there is already a fanfic being made for this au, but I decided to write out an extra scene because I love it too much. Credit to @dailysandersidesaudoodles for coming up with the au and @spectralheartt for writing the official fanfic.

This is horror, so don’t read if you are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

Trigger warnings for torture, abuse, manipulation, food, dysfunctional family, and altogether darkness. Please tell me if there is anything I missed, and be careful.

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I looked at all the cheerful memorabilia that brightened my room. Each object was special in its own way, representing a memory made with my perfect family. Photo albums, trophies, and similar objects filled the room, with sunshine filtering on them all. On one shelf was a stack of pictures I convinced people to draw of us. It wasn’t too hard to convince them, really. And why should it be? My family was perfect.

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“Good morning, LoLo!”

Silence. In the past, Logan could be a bit… cold, sometimes. I thought I had fixed that, but maybe I was wrong. Most likely, I just needed to try again.

“I said, good morning, LoLo.” I dropped my voice a level and stopped smiling to get my point across faster. It was a good way to get people to listen to me. They always listened now.

“Oh-- uh, good morning, Patton.”

I smiled again. “Better.” I walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. People always said cooking was hard, but I didn't see why. You just put ingredients into a bowl and cooked them. I hadn't gotten any complaints, at least, not in a while.

I mixed the instant pancake mix and water in a light blue bowl, then poured in a bunch of sugar because you can never have too much sugar. What else would be good in pancakes? I added fun size candy bars, marshmallows, m&ms, pieces of raw pop tarts, crushed Oreos, lucky charms marshmallows, maple syrup, and chocolate syrup. That seemed good. While cooking the pancakes, a very sweet smell came over the kitchen.

Some might call it sickeningly sweet, but I thought it was perfect.

And so would my family.

They had to.

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All of us sat at the breakfast table, eating.Well, everyone ate except Virgil. I forgot that he couldn't eat, but could only drink liquids with a straw. He could get food some other time, anyhow. Virgil picked at his pancakes with a fork, watching the sugary goop get stuck to the utensil.

Logan, Roman, and I ate in silence, no one saying a word about the food or anything else. Tension was pressed deeply into the air, like something could go wrong at any second. But that was ridiculous. I fixed everyone and everything. Nothing would ever go wrong again.

And then something did.

Roman projectile vomited all over the table. A storm of anger wrapped around my chest, but I wasn't going to express it just yet. Better to wait. I forced my face to remain stony and impassive.

It looked like I'd have more work to do to fix everyone.

Roman’s eyes widened and his mouth stretched into a shocked O. His entire body stiffened for a moment, but then he turned and ran, knocking his chair over on the way out.

I took a couple of deep breaths. Mindless rage wouldn't get me anywhere-- I had to be more disciplined than that. Soon, my usual cheery demeanor returned, even though it didn't match how I felt inside.

“Come on, LoLo! We have a lot of work to do!” I said with false brightness, getting up from the table. Slowly, hesitantly, he followed suit. On my way out, I saw Virgil glance over.

The familiarity of his face calmed me.

The messy bangs.

The black eyeshadow smeared under his eyes.

His mouth sewn shut like an obedient doll’s.

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It had been almost a week since the breakfast incident. I preferred to wait before punishing misbehavior. That way, the punished wouldn't see it coming. I finished sharpening my knife and looked towards Logan.

“Where did you last see him, LoLo?”

Logan pointed to a hallway to the left, staring at the ground. I knew he was telling the truth. He knew what would happen to him if he wasn't. I put down the sharpening tool and picked up my leathery whip. I had made it myself from an old belt, and it worked quite well.

“Okay! Come on, I need an extra set of hands for this!” Knife in one hand, whip in the other, I started down the hall. Logan followed unenthusiastically behind.

I was going to make Roman bleed until I was sure he regretted his disobedience.

It seemed a little harsh, sure, but it was what had to be done to fix my family, to make us perfect.

And the thought made me euphoric.

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Humming, I walked to check my mail. The punishment the day before had gone well. I ended up using more tools than expected, but no matter. People could survive losing a surprisingly large amount of blood. My family would be perfect now.

Today was a good mail day. We got lots of drawings.

Drawings of Virgil, with his stitched-up mouth. He’d never frown or say anything snarky now.

Drawings of Roman, posing flamboyantly. He had been so gloomy for a while. No matter. He couldn't act gloomy anymore.

Drawings of Logan, the doodles carved into his chest oozing the same color as his favorite jam. I knew for a fact he wouldn't act like such an emotionless robot again.

And drawings of me, the one responsible for all of it. The drawings wouldn't stop coming anytime soon, I was sure of it.

After all, the artists knew what I would do to my family if they ever stopped.

[bagdyernoke]

Man Mistaken For Doorman | @DramatizeMe

Napi Pszichopata

[jub33]

Borrowed Time

remember how our life revolved around the times that we are hanging on from the bottom that we had,

committed to bad decisions we never expected that will bring us to our grim, pero ngayon we are living in a life na better for the both of us.

I know we talked about WHAT IFS a while ago and you said that my choice even back then never changed, I dont want to regret the part that I left you behind, because I know for myself I was not the BETTER MAN, the BETTER CHOICE.

I just wanted to say that I am sorry and I am happy for the current you that have fought for so long until now to be where you are right now. I still remember the time I told you, how I'm in "AWE" towards you, sh*t just got real but Im just plain stupid na sinabi ko un kahit di ko completely understood ang meaning nun, I thought it was just plain amazement to someone. but nah, it was not just that, maybe it was the wrong word for the wrong time. But right now I realized, yeah, it was something I could tell you now and even back then, B*bo ko lang talga umintindi nun.

AMAzing sabi nga sa school naten, and you are AWEsome, someone I am in awe of your presence, a person which can understand my words and theories, the phenomenal stories and comparisons that I can gather just from your words of simple hanash, we are like the 3rd person POV ng bawat isa. Like a soul watching a movie on the benches.

sh*t is the life that we had, but remember even sh*t can make someone get disgusted with, but someone can get a laugh from it, some can feel relieved that they got to sh*t after a week. those borrowed times that we had, and maybe that last time with the time lapse could have been the last borrowed time I can have with you.

thank you soul(sh*t)mate.

_Jub33

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#178

Opět pochybuji o své příčetnosti.

[susenasunka]

Something inside my head makes me be really evil and mean and I don't know how to stop it.

[pohlad-skrz]

Otec ma označil za psychopata. Som rada, že ma po 21 rokoch konečne spoznáva.