(GT Angst/Horror)
Promptober 2021 🍂
Print/trinket universe. In which Will does some harvesting.
Warning: Blood, graphic imagery
The cutting board was covered in chopped vegetables, the pile growing larger every second. Will pulled a carrot from the counter, freshly harvested.
Ramona sat nearby, legs swinging over the side of the counter. She twisted around to see his handiwork. "Hey! You're making the pieces too big," she griped. "I planted those carrots myself—I should be able to enjoy them!"
"Well, I need to eat too," he teased back.
Sighing contently, he stared out the kitchen window. The sun was just setting, casting the sky in an array of warm colors.
"We should go on a walk before dinner," he said.
She didn't answer.
She wasn't sitting where she had been.
Will look down and found her pinned under his hand on the cutting board. Blood flowed from where he had dismembered her. She stared up at him, red bubbling past her lips as she choked out a single word.
"Why?"
Will gave a shout, awaking violently. He clutched his chest, shoulders heaving with heavy breaths that ravaged his throat.
"Will!"
Ramona was at the edge of the nightstand, waving her arms to get his attention. There were tear tracks on her face as though she was upset from trying to wake him up for some time.
Hand shaking, he reached for her. He stopped himself from touching her, gripping the edge of the nightstand and covering his eyes with his other hand.
"Will," she said, her voice steadying. "Will, look at me."
He shook his head. "I can't."
She closed the distance, gently touching the back of his hand. His instinct was to pull away, but he didn't. She rubbed his knuckles soothingly until his hand relaxed.
Moving with reverence, he scooped her up and brought her to his chest. She leaned into his embrace readily. With each murmured assurance that came from her tiny voice, his breathing slowed.
Clutching her gingerly, he lowered himself back down. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping again tonight, but he could at least make sure she was comfortable to drift off if she wanted to.













