yippee first Hazbin Hotel fic (excluding that really old one I wrote when I was like 14 😭)
I’m pretty happy with how this turned out. Decided to jump on the bandwagon of writing Ad//am fics. Enjoy.
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The Garden of Eden is the closest to the idea of perfection that is possible, in the mortal realm that is. Adam and his wife Lilith shared the beautiful paradise. Despite being “married”, the two didn’t always enjoy each other's company. However, at the same time, the only company they had was each other. Minus the archangel Saint Lucifer who often came down to chat with Lilith. Something about him left a bad taste in Adam’s mouth. Recently, Lilith had only wanted to be with Lucifer. Adam was a bit jealous to say the least. Who wouldn’t be? You and your partner have a beautiful home to live in together and all they want to do is talk to some goofy angel.
Today was another one of those days where the two had a disagreement and parted ways for a bit. It was always over the littlest things. This particular time it had been about Lilith never wanting to spend any time with him. Adam got fed up and walked a good distance away to be by himself. He found a nice spot in the shade under some trees by a pond. The area surrounding the pond and trees was littered with various flowers. Sitting down, he sighs. He closes his eyes for a bit and only opens them again when he realizes that a duck has made itself comfortable in his lap. “What do you want?” He glared at the duck. Lucifer often spent time rambling on about how much he liked ducks and even gave Lilith her own duckling, which she named Petal. Seeing this duck only reminded him of the two. “You and your little duck friends are always all over the place.” The duck looked back at him, cocking its head and quacking in response. Adam chuckles. “Am I really so desperate for someone to talk to that I’m conversing with a duck?” He gives it a pat on the head.
A gentle breeze blew through the trees and flower field. The duck fluffed his feathers to keep warm. Adam smiled seeing how peaceful and happy it seemed all comfy in his lap. A flower slowly drifted through the air and landed on the ducks back. Picking up the flower, Adam smelt it. He isn’t quite sure what type of flower it is, but it certainly smells nice. Maybe he’ll give it to Lilith as an apology for-
“-’dDSHh-EH!!” His newly found duck friend jerks its head up and looks at him. “Sorry buddy,” he smiles. “Didn’t mean to wake yo..” He paused for a brief moment, tilting his head back slightly. “hEDd’shoo!!” The duck quacks a few times. Whether it be sympathy or annoyance isn’t clear. Nonetheless, it remains on his lap. As the wind continues to blow, pollen from the surrounding trees and flowers drifts through the air. “HDd’tchoo! heEH’d-shEH!!” He rubs his nose, trying to relieve the itchy tickling sensation. He hadn’t been allergic to any of the flowers in the garden before. Maybe this was simply God's way of telling him to stop being jealous. Regardless, he was allergic to the ones currently around him. “ehH-!! hEH!! Heh-!! Ugh.” Yep. This was karma. At least that’s the only explanation he could come up with. His newly found duck friend shakes off some of the pollen that had collected on his feathers. Despite turning to face the other direction and holding his breath, the irritant still makes its way into his system. “hHED-shUH!! hIH heEH-!! Bringing his hand to his face, he holds his nose shut to try and keep from making too much of a disturbance despite being alone (minus the duck). “-ptschh! ‘ktchs!! -dschs!! -tschh!!”
Upon realizing that refusing to let them out was getting him nowhere, he gave up trying to keep quiet. “hED’ch-EHH!! HdD-tcsch!! Eh-t’choo!! I hihh!! ca-ah!!n’t st-stop sne-EH!! hHE’TSCH-UH!!” The force of the last sneeze leaves him with thick snot pouring out from his nose and running down his face. “Eugh”, he grimaces at the thought of what he could possibly look like if someone were to be watching him. A loud gurgling sound is made as he attempts to snort back what he can of the snot back into his nose. Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he absent mindedly glances down at the grass. It is only then that he notices a red and white corn snake. In a panic, he quickly grabs the duck, stands up and kicks the snake. We don’t recommend doing this under normal circumstances. “Get lost!!” The snake goes flying back in the direction of which it came. Sighing, he checks the area around him for any other snakes before sitting back down.
“Lucifer? Is everything alright? I thought I heard someone shouting.” Lilith wanders through the forest for a bit before finding the red and white corn snake draped over a tree branch like someone's laundry left out to air dry. “Lucifer!”
“I think I may have sssscared him a bit. Oopssss.”
She rushes to take him out of the tree and sets him on the ground. Turning back into an archangel, Lucifer smiles. His hair is a bit messed up but other than that he seems fine. “He is a short way down there. He’s sitting with a duck on his lap.” Lilith smiles. “Thank you, Lucifer.” With a small puff of smoke, the archangel turns into a small dove. Adam is much less likely to be scared that way. Flying alongside Lilith, the two find Adam sitting under the tree. “Adam, dear?” Adam looks up at his wife, smiling. “Hey.” As she sits next to him, he holds out the flower. “I snf wanted to give this to you.” He tucks it into her hair. Lilith giggles. “Thank you Adam.” She kisses him on the cheek. “I thought you’d like it. I know purple is your fa-..heh..hEH-Choo!! eEH’ShOO!! Hed’DCHOO!” He turns away to keep from sneezing on her. Laughing, she wraps him in a hug. “Thank you Adam. I love it.” Adam blushes. “I’m snff glad you li-iIH!!-ke i-IIHT’sSH-Eh!!” Lilith kisses him again, this time on the mouth. “Bless you, love.” The dove lands on Liliths shoulder and she looks at him, nodding. He flies without their field of vision before returning to his angel form and going back to heaven.
God forbid Adam slip up and hurt Lilith. Lucifer now has something he can use against him. But that won’t be necessary. Angels are merciful after all. Right?
Alright, here we go. This is probably the longest thing I’ve written in such a short amount of time and been happy with. It’s probably not 100% what you are used to, but what matters is that it was fun for me to write. If this somehow magically happens to blow up, who knows? Maybe you’ll get more content like this.
I’m thinking about writing a different ending for this, just so that the people who enjoy more fluff can appreciate this.
Regardless, enjoy.
All Good Things Come to an End
3k words
CW: trauma(?), brief mention of character death, angst
Fandom: Eddsworld- Red Army
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It had been nearly a year since the falling out of Tord, otherwise known as “The Red Leader”, and his 3 former roommates. Everything had gone fine up until he nearly killed Tom, did kill one of the neighbors, and blew up the house. But that was ok. Who has time for friends when achieving world domination? The world isn’t going to take over itself, you know. Besides, he had other friends. Well, not exactly friends. More like people who were forced to obey him. Two in particular; Paul and Patryck. Not to say that they didn’t care about him. They were the ones who rescued him after his giant robot exploded. Although they obeyed Red Leaders every order, that doesn’t mean that they did so correctly. They were the ones who crashed a plane which resulted in a zombie apocalypse. Despite all of this, Red Leader finally accomplished his goal. With him in control, things slowly began falling apart. For civilians at least. For Red Leader and his army, everything was sunshine lollipops.
For the most part.
Recently, Red Leader often could be found thinking about his old friends. Especially Edd. He could live with never having to see Tom or Matt ever again, but not Edd. He was different. For some reason, he felt almost..guilty? The look of pure shock, sorrow, and betrayal on Edd’s face when Red Leader had said that they weren’t friends had haunted him for years. He longed to see him again, even if it were only for a second. Just to make sure that he was safe and hadn’t been killed off in the war. He would never forgive himself if he had indirectly killed his best friend. He kept this all to himself, but that doesn’t mean that no one noticed his change in attitude. Paul and Patryck sometimes asked him about what was on his mind. He eventually opened up and explained how he was feeling. He trusted the two of them more than anyone else. Despite him often being snarky and blunt towards them, they held a special place in his heart. They were the first people to join his army and were always the first to offer assistance with whatever he should need. While they did their best to comfort him, it didn’t help ease the pain much.
With fall rapidly turning into winter, Red Leader longed for Edd to be there with him. He was always so kind and nurturing during the cold days of winter. They would sit on the floor in front of the TV, wrapped in blankets, drinking hot cocoa to their heart's content, and spend time talking about whatever came to mind. Now it would never be the same.
“You have a fever.” Paul removed the thermometer from Red Leader’s mouth. 38.4°C. Red Leader got up from the couch where he had been sitting. “I’ll be fine.” He headed towards the door, but not before Patryck had seized him by the wrist. “No.” He began leading him back to the couch, but Red Leader wasn’t going down without a fight. “Get off me!” Patryck normally would have obeyed, but not this time. Not with his leader in such a state. Paul got up to assist Patryck in putting Red Leader back on the couch. His attempts to free himself from their grasps were all in vain. He just didn’t have the energy. He eventually gave in and allowed them to sit him back down. Red Leader crossed his arms and frowned facing the ground. “You are to stay on the couch until we say otherwise.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Red Leader looked up at Patryck with only his eyes. “I didn’t realize you were the one giving orders around here. I expect you would like me to go out and watch the prisoners for you as well?” Being low on energy wasn’t going to stop him from speaking to his men in a disrespectful manner. “Well, I am today.” He pointed at himself with his thumb. “And I will be until you are better.”
Red Leader sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” He fell over onto his side, his arms still folded. The Norski muttered some sort of foreign profanity under his breath. Patryck faced Paul. “Come on, we need to go get supplies.” Turning back to Red Leader, he very sternly said, “And you better stay put. I don’t care if we have to tie you down with rope. You are resting.” The two headed out of the base, leaving Red Leader alone in the common area.
It was just him and his thoughts with nothing to distract him. He once again began to think about old times with Edd. He was always so gentle and understanding when he was ill.
“Lay on the sofa. I’ll be back with some medicine. I promise I’ll be quick.”
“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t worry, when I come back, you’ll have me all to yourself.”
Edd would never force him to do anything he didn’t want to, although he would heavily suggest doing so. He almost always would give in to Edd’s requests. How could he not? He was always so patient and kind. Red Leader shivered. He felt like he was outside in the snow with nothing but a t-shirt, despite having on his hoodie and his uniform. He aggressively rubbed his nose in an attempt to relieve the itching sensation. He tilted his head back slightly as his breath began to hitch. “Hhh hH-nkkt!” He held his nose shut as he sneezed.
“Come on. Don’t do that. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“So what? It’s better than me sneezing and getting you sick.”
“I don’t mind. Just as long as you’re feeling better. So please, don’t hold your nose. Besides, you’ll feel better if you let them out.”
He sniffled, not wanting to drip snot onto himself. “H’tkkchh!! H’kkccht!” He had to admit, not allowing his sneezes to come out at full force hurt his already pounding head. It hurt. Everything hurt. He ached all over, his throat was sore, his head was pounding. He was overall miserable.
“Here, I have some medicine for you.”
“snDff, th-thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to heat up some soup for you. Stay right here.”
What he wouldn’t have given to have been back home, his real home, curled up on the sofa with Edd, watching whatever happened to come on the TV. He sniffled, trying to think of something other than the already perfect life he’d once had. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept going back to memories of him and his friend.
“Please take the medicine.”
“No, it tastes like chemicals.”
“And there’s probably a reason for that.”
“Case in point, I’m not taking it.”
“Your nose is so stuffed up, you probably won’t be able to taste it anyway. Please just take it.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Memories of the strong relationship he’d once had had taken over his mind. He had bottled up his feelings of sadness for too long. He reached his breaking point. He began crying, tears rapidly running down his face. “God DAMNIT!” He grabbed a pillow from the sofa and chucked it full force at the wall. He brought his knees to his chest and sobbed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I-I-!!” He shouted in emotional pain as he lowered his head. He had no problem being loud and letting everything out. He was all alone. No one was there to see him as such an emotional wreck.
Right?
Having tired himself out from crying, Red Leader fell asleep for a good long time. Not to say that it helped much. When he woke up, he was still exhausted. Someone had thrown a blanket over him while he was asleep. He glanced out the window wondering how much time had passed. He looked around the room. Paul and Patryck still weren’t back? He groaned. His head was pounding and his nose was so stuffed up he could barely breathe. Upon further inspection there were some grocery bags on the ground by the door as well as a note that had been left next to him on the couch.
“ ‘There’s medicine, tissues, and some cough drops in one of the bags along with other supplies we needed. Be back in a bit.’
-Patryck”
He tossed the note off to the side. Where the hell would they have gone? Technically they weren’t permitted to leave the base without permission, but Red Leader was too tired to care. He mustered the energy to get up on the couch and walk over to the door and grab the supplies. He found several packs of tissues, cold and flu medicine, cough drops, and cans of soup. He rolled his eyes. Having to pay for guns, tanks and other various weapons and technology didn’t exactly leave them with much money for common household utilities. They didn’t even have a can opener, let alone a microwave. He staggered back over to the couch where he put the supplies on the couch next to him. He picked up one of the soup cans and attempted to open it with a knife. He eventually managed to make a big enough hole to be able to drink the broth. Despite this, his stomach still hurt from not having consumed any actual food. “Hhk’tcch!! Eh’schh!! H’mptch!!”
He tried to go back to sleep, but he was abruptly woken by chaos from outside the base.“Hold still, you’re only making things harder for yourself.”
“Get off of me. I didn’t do anything illegal.”
“You are being ordered to remain silent.”
Red Leader groaned. From what he could hear, Paul and Patryck had a new prisoner. The last thing he felt like was interrogating someone and finding a new cell to keep them in. After a bit more struggling, Paul and Patryck entered the base, leading a man with his hands and legs tied. A cloth had also been shoved into his mouth. From what he could see, Paul and Patryck had had to beat him up a bit in order for him to comply. “Jævla, what did you two do this time?” His already hoarse voice was even more shot from yelling and crying. Paul shoved the man to the ground causing him to fall to his knees. “We decided to hunt him down.” Red Leader groaned, getting up from the couch. Removing the cloth from the man’s mouth, Red Leader kicked him in the stomach, to which the man fall forward onto the floor. He might have felt like hot steamy shit, but for now, he had to look professional. He was about to carry out his usual routine of laughing and going through the whole process of what being held captive would entail, but he suddenly stopped.
“Edd?”
The man glared at him. “What the hell do you want?” It was clear that the man had no difficulty recognizing his former friend/roommate. Red Leader looked up at his men. He was suddenly filled with rage. “What did you do to him!!” He pushed Edd to the side with his leg so he could confront the two. “What is wrong with you? Why did you capture him! He hasn’t done anything bad.” Patryck had no problem retaliating. “What we did was bring you your precious friend. All you ever do now is mope around telling us how much you miss him. So we captured him and brought him to you.” Red Leader sighs. “Untie him.”
“Are you certain? He is most likely going to try and-”
“Now.”
“…yes sir.”
Patryck and Paul left so that the two could be alone. Red Leader glanced in his direction every so often. Edd had been tied down to a chair by Paul so that he had no chance of escaping. Red Leader took some time to study him. He had changed a lot since he had last seen him. He was taller and more muscular. He had a much paler complexion than he used to, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He had grown facial hair, making him look older, despite only a few years having passed. “Edd-”
“Shut up.” The man glared at Red Leader, flipping him off. After a few more minutes of silence, Edd looked back up at him. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” Red Leader sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to happen the way they did.”
“Bullshit. You knew what you were doing. You would have killed us if you had gotten the chance to. You almost did kill us. You’ve killed so many other people. What’s to stop you from killing your friends too?”
“I-”
“Oh. Wait. You have none.”
The heater turned on, humming quietly. It had been a while since it had been used, so it was covered with a layer of dirt and dust. The air filled with the smell of burning dust. While Red Leader was happy that it was starting to get warmer, it came with a small price. He rubbed his nose, trying to be as discreet as possible, but Edd knew him too well. He sat quietly, waiting patiently. “H’ktcch!! Kt-CHss!” He did his best to be as silent as possible, but it would be near impossible to expel the irritant from his nose while doing so. “Hmpt’chh! Hh hhH-!! Hh’gGesshs!!” Damn it.
Edd smirked. “You’re pathetic. Just as weak as you always used to be.” Red Leader couldn’t help but agree with him. While Edd’s reaction to him showing signs of illness felt like a stab in the chest, he knew he had no right to complain. Not after all that he had done. “He’schh! H’chhs! K-tchiih!!” Edd rolled his eyes. “Are you quite finished?”
Nope.
“Hn’kkchh!! Hhm’pptcch!! Hek’tchh!”
“You disgust me, you know that? If I get sick because of your disease ridden ass, you will have hell to pay.”
After a short moment, the sneezing had subsided. For now at least. Sniffling, he thought about something he could do to try and make Edd not completely hate him. After a moment, he got up and walked over to the pantry where he dug around and found a can of cola. He stashed them in the back of the pantry. He walked up to Edd and put it in his lap, refusing to make eye contact. “I thought you outlawed this years ago. Or was it more of a direct target?” Edd looked down at the can of soda that lay in his lap. “You think this is going to change my view on you?” He looked back up at Red Leader. “You said it yourself, Tord: who needs friends when you have control of the world? For you everything has been perfect. No one in your way and being able to do as you please. Not for us though. Our lives have been nothing but hell. Even the slightest mistake can result in capture and being held hostage by you and your army.”
Damn, it had been forever since someone had called him by his true name. No one in his army even knew his name. He made himself clear that they were to refer to him as The Red Leader. Being called Tord almost hurt. Too many memories.
This was a mistake. He decided that having Edd there only made him feel worse. He wasn’t the same sweet, gentle, caring Edd he used to be. This whole thing was a mistake. Why couldn’t he have just been happy with what he had? All the time they spent together, all those adventures. They were nothing now. He had just taken it all for granted.
He pulled out his knife and walked over to him. Edd laughed. “What, you're going to kill me off as well? I wouldn’t put it past you.” Tord carefully sliced through the rope holding him to the chair. Before he could back up to let him stand, Edd shoved him out of the way, picking up the fallen cola can. “Good bye, old friend.” Opening the can of cola, Edd headed for the door. “Should we meet again, I hope you’re able to put up a better fight.” He slammed the door behind him, once again leaving Red Leader alone in the base.
“I’m sorry. It’s our fault.” Tord was curled up in the corner of the room, quietly sobbing. The two soldiers felt horrible. They thought bringing his beloved friend to him would help, but it only made things worse. Once Red Leader was over his cold, they would most certainly be punished. After a moment of thinking, Paul walked over to him, kneeling down. “Hey,” he smiled at him. “Why don’t we watch a movie? Then you can get some sleep. You’ve had a long day.”
Reluctantly, Tord nodded, getting up from the floor. Perhaps this was the start of a new friendship-
No. This wasn’t the same. And it never would be. Nothing could ever fill the empty space in his heart which had once been occupied by his dear friend. There was no fixing what had been broken.
As he slept that night, he dreamt of himself asleep with his head on Edd’s lap. Even if it was just a dream, it made him happy to be with the real Edd. The Edd that he knew and loved. The Edd that he had broken and destroyed. He would have loved to stay there forever. But all good things must come to an end.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. It’s easiest to just wait it out. Besides, I don’t have to burden you with taking care of me.”
“You’re not a burden to anyone. Never say that about yourself. We’re best friends. We’ll always be there for each other! Now, try and take a nap, alright?”
Howdy. I found this story I wrote for a speech project in 10th grade. Just thought I'd post it here just so I could have it somewhere else. People then seemed to really like it, but that was 10th grade and they could have been very much lying to me. Regardless, I hope someone enjoys this. This is not snz related whatsoever. I wrote this for a school assignment.
If ya'll end up liking this and want more of Kellen, who knows? Maybe you'll see him again in the theme of this blog. If not, I don't care.
Some of you CreepyPasta fans might be thinking, "Wait, this is similar to the BloodyPainter story." Yes. This is a cheap ripoff of that story. While most of the stuff is different, there are definitely some clear similarities.
Regardless, enjoy. Or don't. I don't give a crap.
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To protect the families affected by the events of this story, all names have been altered except for the murderer.
I don’t know how long I have, so I am writing this all as quickly as possible. I don’t feel safe in my own house anymore. I work for a police station in town. I didn't do anything too exciting. Just parking and speeding tickets. At least, that’s how it used to be. Before the murder case, that is.
I went to a tailor because I was given a new uniform which was a bit too big. The police station wasn’t far from the tailor, so I was able to walk back. When I entered the store, I noticed something about the man behind the counter. He seemed strangely familiar. I had a feeling that I had seen him before or even knew him at one point. “Kellen?” The man looked up at me, his cold, tired eyes making contact with mine. “Do you need something?”
“It’s me, David. From high school? We had U.S History together.” His expression remained neutral. He paused for a moment. “Yes. I remember you.” He hadn’t changed much since 12th grade when I last saw him. He still had dark circles and bags under his eyes, his hair pulled back in a messy bun, his pale complexion. He still dressed in the same dark clothing: a simple black t-shirt and jeans. I smiled as I went up to the counter. He smelt of cigarette smoke, as he almost always had. “How are you? It’s been a while.” His expression remained neutral. “I’m fine.” We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. Clearing my throat, I put the clothes on the counter. “I just need the bottom shortened a bit.” He nodded, and asked me to go change. I came back out and he measured the length of the pants. I could feel his cold, ice-like hands on my legs. “It’ll be ready next week,” he said in his usual monotone voice. “You can pay for it when you pick it up.” I thanked him and left the shop.
During the time I knew him in highschool, Kellen was one of the more reserved kids. He always wore dark clothing, usually a black jacket with a hood. Never did anything sketchy. He always did his work and showed up to class. He never did any extra curricular activities. From what I know, he had very few friends, if he had any at all. Other than that, I don’t know much about him. I had him for a group project. He didn’t discuss his part of the work with the rest of the group, so we were skeptical that he wouldn’t have done it. When it came time to present, his research made the rest of ours look shameful.
I was on break at the time, so I hadn’t missed anything too important. When I got back I was told that the sheriff wanted to talk with me and one of the other officers. I walked in, a bit nervous. Certainly, I couldn’t have done something bad. All I did was hand out tickets, which is pretty hard to mess up. The sheriff thanked us for meeting with him. He said the department had recently gotten several missing persons reports. Five in total: A 16 year old girl, a man in his late 20’s, a pair of twin boys, and a college age student. He was putting me and the other officer in charge of the search party. Finally, an opportunity for me to be of some actual help. No more handing out stupid tickets. At least, not for now. He proceeded to give us folders with information on the missing people. It wasn’t enough for us to start searching, so we had to get more information from the families. When it came time to ask the families about the victims, many of them were emotional. This one specific lady was so shaken up by the situation, we had to leave and come back later once she had calmed down. The questions were pretty basic; where were they last, what were they wearing, who were they with. We learned that the 16 year old, 20 year old and college student were all near a strip mall. From what we could tell, none of the three were associated with each other. They had all been chosen at random. As for the twin boys, they were at an ice cream shop not far from the same strip mall. We drove to the strip mall, which was a good 30 minutes away from the college campus where we had questioned the last people. I wasn’t the one driving, so I wasn’t paying much attention to where we were going. We pulled up behind the strip mall and found an alleyway behind it. After scanning the area, we didn’t find anything that could have helped us. Just some soda cans and cigarette butts. Seeing as we didn’t find anything useful, we walked to the front of the mall to question the nearby shop owners and employees. When we got to the front side of the mall, I noticed that it was where I was getting the pants tailored. Since it was the shop closest to us, we went in there first. Once again, Kellen was behind the counter. He was preoccupied with some sort of costume looking thing. I greeted him, asking him what he was sewing. “It’s just for fun.” He put down the fabric and looked at the officer with me. “Is there something that I can help you with?”
“There have been some missing persons cases. The families and other witnesses have told us that they were last seen in this general area.” I showed him the pictures that we had been given of the victims. “We are here to ask if you know anything about these people.” He picked up the photographs and examined them. After a moment of silence, he looked back up at us. “No. I do not recall seeing these people. They didn’t come into the shop. Not that I am aware of.” We apologized for the inconvenience and thanked him for his time. Knowing what I do now, I wish I had asked more questions. I suppose I trusted that he would tell the truth. I had known him for several years. Not to say we were close friends or anything. Still, it was stupid of me to be so trusting. After questioning the rest of the employees in the other shops, a few of them had seen the victims, but didn’t know where they had gone once they left the shop.
Several days after we had questioned the shop employees, we got several calls reporting a rotten smell coming from the back alley of the same strip mall. Excited that we could possibly get some more information, we rushed to investigate. Several other officers came with us, just in case something goes wrong. Even from inside the car, we could pick up the horrible scent. I can’t even put into words how awful and repulsive it was. Getting out of the car, we braced ourselves. To the best of our abilities, we searched the area as quickly and as carefully as possible. There was a trail of blood, which was a clear sign that something or someone had dragged a corpse on the ground. One of the officers with us opened the dumpster, which seemed to be the source of the smell. What was inside, I will never forget. You can’t just forget seeing something so grotesque and disturbing. Inside were severed limbs from various people, such as two halves of different torsos, several arms, hands, legs and feet. There were four heads, one of which had the side of the face ripped off. We were able to identify the four heads as the 16 year old girl, one of the twin boys, the college student, and the 20 year old, who had the skin on the left side of his face ripped off. I nearly threw up. Who in their right mind would do such a thing. Everyone has the same question in mind, “Where was the other head, and the other limbs?” From the pieces we found, none of them made up the entirety of a single individual. It was quite obvious that the person who did this was okay with the evidence being found. If they truly wanted to get away with it, they would have done a better job disposing of the bodies. With that being said, that doesn’t mean that they made it easy for us to figure out who it was. All that was found was more cigarette butts. Half of the officers collected the body parts and went back to the station. I was one of those who stayed behind, but I really wish I hadn’t. I could have spared myself the trauma.
We had everyone in the area evacuate and questioned the employees again. None of them seemed to know anything about the bodies. When we went into the tailor, we noticed that Kellen wasn’t there. The door was unlocked, and there was that horrid smell again. The smell was the strongest towards the back of the shop, which was covered by a curtain. When we pulled back the curtain, we turned on the light and it revealed blood, entrails, and other various parts were scattered around. Drawn in blood on the wall was a smiley face. One of the eyes was scribbles, the other was an ‘X’. The mouth was drawn with sharp teeth and the right side formed a smile while the left side formed a frown.
We were examining the various organs, when someone let out a blood curdling scream. He had found the rest of the bodies that were in a room off to the side that had been boarded up. When he busted through the wooden boards, the foul smell hit harder than ever. He screamed louder than I had ever thought anyone was capable of. I entered the room to take a look for myself. If I could go back, I would tell my past self not to look and just take the others’ word for it.
Upon entering the room, I was blasted with a wave of heat and the suffocating stench of rotting human flesh. We shined a flashlight around the room. I don’t think any sort of training or experience could have prepared me for what I saw. Hanging from the ceiling, two halves of different torsos and limbs form different people all sewn together to make one body. The limbs were of all different sizes, not matching up. The head, presumed to be the missing one from earlier, was too small for the body it was sewn to. The face had been mutilated beyond recognition. The mouth was sewn shut, the left eye replaced with a brass button and the right had stitches in the shape of an ‘X’. The left side of the face had skin of a different person sewn on top of it. The heat from the vents made the rotting, bloody body smell even worse. Kellen was the only one who was in the shop. The shop had been closed for the past few days and none of the other shop keepers had seen him. I couldn’t take it anymore. The smell, the mutilated bodies; it was too much. I ran out through the back door and threw up in the alley way. Kneeling on the ground, bile spilling from my mouth, violently shaking, surely it wasn’t him. Someone framed him. Kellen would never do such a thing, right? Such a horrid, horrid thing. But who else could it have been? That was the deciding factor. I needed to take time off.
Someone is banging on the door. He’s here. I’m writing as fast as I can. I don’t have much time. Last night, I heard a noise coming from outside of my house. I had been pretty paranoid since the whole murder case, so I did my best to convince myself that it was just a cat and go back to sleep. For what felt like hours, the sound continued. After mustering the courage to investigate, I slowly got out of bed and walked over to the window. I prayed that I was being dramatic and that it was nothing to worry about. When I got to the window, I saw him. A black cloaked figure with a mask. The cloak dragged on the floor, covering the whole body, not having any arm holes. There were various patches messily sewn on. Beneath the hood was a mask with the same face that had been drawn on the wall in the back of the alterations shop. The right side was white and dripped onto the left side which was black. I grabbed my phone to call for other officers but when I got back it was gone. Maybe I was losing it. When I woke up the next morning, someone had spray painted a message on the wall. “Why sew scared?”
I just heard the door unlock. He’s broken into my house.
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This letter was found in the drawer of Officer David's house. While investigating his house, his corpse was found lying on the bed. He had been sewn to the mattress with a makeshift needle and thick rope which were found on the ground. In addition, his eyes and mouth were stitched and stapled shut. The cause of death is most likely blood loss. No arrests have been made, but there is a suspect, who hasn’t been seen for days. If anyone knows any other information, please call the authorities. Remember to lock your doors at night.
