I don’t know if this was sanism or just part of the abuse, but my sibling once attempted to convince me I had killed our younger sibling as a child, and that that the only reason I didn’t remember was because mom and dad put me through therapy to forget and so that I would “forget I was a psychopath.”
I found and old one-shot that I started writing a year ago after talking to @berensteinsmonster about their H!V Thsc AU. I decided to edit and finish writing it for your reading pleasure.
This writing is of the moment the Government from this AU took interest in my oc, H!V Carson. This moment was based on a small conversation I had with Brine about this situation. (If this is in anyway inaccurate... it's been awhile so I'm sorry 😅)
Quick warnings before you read this!
-While it isn't super descriptive, there is a case of violence between school children.
-The main character is written with early psychopathic tendencies
-The main character is also Trans, but the timeline where this is written is before any of the discovery is made about himself. Everyone in the story will refer to him as she/Her and by his dead name while the narration refers to him as He/him. This is only for story accuracy. Do not misgender him if you decide to speak about him.
Blunt and cold pain shot through his back as it made contact with the lockers that lined the school walls. His schoolbag, which felt like it was filled with bricks, pulled him off balance. He promptly hit his face on the colorful tiling of the school floor with a painful smack.
The snickers around him erupted into mocking laughter that pierced into his fragile pride. Taunting words hovered through the air like a cruel dance that never came to an end. He'd heard it all before, but that didn't dull the blow they provided. It never did.
He was sick of the pain, sick of the cruelty that would never end. No matter how many times he tried to report it, nothing changed. Because nobody cared.
His fists clenched against the floor while the mocking words and laughter began to blur. These bullies needed to be punished for what they were doing to him and some run of the mill punishment wouldn't cut it.
Something in him snapped and suddently everything was all a blur of shouting and screams. He was several punches in when his vision cleared and he was able to see just what he was doing. That didn't stop him.
"Woah! Hey! It was just a joke, Destiny!" He heard one of them shout.
Dragging the bully down, he grabbed their arm and pinned it down backwards. Something in their shoulder cracked, which earned a desperate and pained scream. One of the other bullies was trying to pry him off their buddy, but he didn't budge. His elbow jutted back to hit them in the stomach, and a new cry joined into the chorus of agony. He just smiled at it all.
"Oh my god! She's insane!"
"Get a teacher!"
The bully beneath tried kicking him off, but he was quick to use his knees to lock their legs in place. They were finally pinned down ans restrained for something. A final blow maybe?
That's when a stray pencil rolled from his fallen bag caught his eye. Without any thought behind it, he grabbed the pencil and raised it high above his head.
"WAIT! STOP! PLEASE!!" The bully begged with terror in their eyes, but his intrusive thought was already in motion.
His arm swung down.
The sharpened pencil stabbed into its target.
An agonizing scream ripped through the air, rattling the school.
A chorus of horrified gasps and screams erupted from other students and faculty that had flooded into the halls.
He was finally seperated from the bully and he figured it was a teacher that finally ripped him away from the bully.
"What is wrong with you?!" A scolding voice demanded.
Faculty swarmed the bully quickly while he was dragged away from the crime scene to the office.
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The receptionist glared at him from across their desk as he sat in an uncomfortable chair in front of it. The office was devoid of its typical busy noise and instead replaced with the panicked whispers of concerned staff. He sat there silently, feeling the harshness of the stare the receptionist gave him. He didn't feel guilty for what he had done, and the glare he was receiving didn't influence him to think so. Instead, he was more frustrated that he was being punished for something that the other deserved.
Messing with his fingers, he wiped the small dots of crimson off without thinking much of it.
Several staff members were in and out of the office for what felt like an eternity. Their stress left a palpable tension in the office that further served to suffocate anyone inside. But not him. This was their problem, not his.
It felt like an hour had gone by when a group of important-looking adults finally entered the office. The faculty had gotten more panicked at the sight of them. While the principal scrambled to come up with a way to explain the situation to these people, he just sat a few feet away, watching the whole thing. Some of the important people began to scold the faculty and the principal for the incident. Which was hilarious to him considering he was the culprit of the whole thing.
Finally, one of those important-looking adults approached him. He only met them with a slightly narrowed stare. He was ready to defend himself against someone who clearly though they were better than him. But this important person didn't even begin to scold him.
"Is she the one who did it?" They asked the principal instead.
The principal stared at the two with a nervous but slightly hopeful gaze while they nodded.
"Get them out of here," the important person commanded with an exasperated tone.
Their orders were followed quickly as everyone except him was ushered into another room. Probably to be given more reprimanding.
"What's your name, kid?" They asked him.
He stared at them for a moment before replying suspiciously, "Destiny."
"Destiny? Hm... Well, Destiny, what you did today was incredibly violent and wrong."
"They deserved it," he huffed, narrowing his eyes again.
The person just sighed, "Perhaps. But even then, actions like this cannot be tolerated. At least not in this sense."
He tilted his head. That was an odd way to word that. The important person seemed to notice his confusion before reaching into their pocket and pulling out a card of some kind.
"While I don't recommend you do something like this again. I can see your future with us."
He stared down at the card that was given to him and read over it. These weren't just any important people. These people were from the government!
"Now. Let's contact your parents so they can come get you. I don't think this school will be supported under the educational board for much longer," they concluded, assisting him up.
As they made their way to the office's phone, he couldn't help but admire the first person who didn't chew him out for something like this. Maybe a role in the government was in his future...
Apologies if this is a weird question, but do you think it's okay for people with ASPD traits to call themselves sociopaths / psychopaths? I have NPD + AvPD and a lot of ASPD traits (though I'm unsure if I qualify for a diagnosis of it) and I'm just wondering if it would be offensive for me to call myself those things since I'm not the "proper" thing?
So those words have no medical definition, they are just stigmatized terms. Just like with stigmatized terms for any other group being targeted, I believe it is the right of the people those terms are used against to choose to reclaim them. The only thing that I think is unacceptable when it comes to reclaiming (which means to me a person choosing to use stigmatized terms that apply to them in a positive or neutral way) is trying to use those terms for others. I don't take issue with any pwASPD or NPD using either of those terms for themselves because both are leveraged against people with both disorders (further proving that they literally mean nothing if they ever did). So in my opinion, you referring to yourself as either of those would be fine, but referring to anyone else besides yourself even if they have ASPD or NPD wouldn't be okay unless they are specifically okay with it. Basically, avoid making those "to all the soci0paths, I love you" posts (to be clear the stigmatized terms used are the only things I take issue with on those posts, the concept is very sweet/gen), at least so far as my opinion on this goes.
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So those words have no medical definition, they are just stigmatized terms. Just like with stigmatized terms for any other group being targeted, I believe it is the right of the people those terms are used against to choose to reclaim them. The only thing that I think is unacceptable when it comes to reclaiming (which means to me a person choosing to use stigmatized terms that apply to them in a positive or neutral way) is trying to use those terms for others. I don't take issue with any pwASPD or NPD using either of those terms for themselves because both are leveraged against people with both disorders (further proving that they literally mean nothing if they ever did). So in my opinion, you referring to yourself as either of those would be fine, but referring to anyone else besides yourself even if they have ASPD or NPD wouldn't be okay unless they are specifically okay with it. Basically, avoid making those "to all the soci0paths, I love you" posts (to be clear the stigmatized terms used are the only things I take issue with on those posts, the concept is very sweet/gen), at least so far as my opinion on this goes.
Summary: Dr. Richardson, the owner of a dental clinic, doesn't like dating clients. He wants to keep things as professional as possible. But sometimes, things don't necessarily go as planned.
Warnings: Blood, gore, yandere themes, detailed descriptions of murder/gore/blood/torture, character death, language, background checks without permission, needles, drugging, kidnapping, obsession, watching MC through hidden cameras , restraints, descriptive dental checkup, lying, euphoria from murder/torture, and Dr. Richardson is a psychopath/sociopath.
A/N: First off, thank you for your request! This was very interesting to write. Also, as for the last warning, I did some research and wasn't able to properly categorize him into one or the other. Which is why I did both. Finally, since you didn't include any specific gender for the reader, I made them gender neutral. Hopefully you don't mind. Enjoy! :)
P.S.: This story is about 30 pages long and unfortunately won't fit on the answer. I do apologize and hope that you'll still be able to see it.
As I typed away at my report, my eyes scanned over the documents splayed on my desk. Soft music played from the radio behind me, my foot tapping along to the beat. Printing out the document for filing, Penny swings the door open without knocking. A clipboard in hand, she flashes me a bright smile before skipping over to the chair in front of my desk. She giggles and tosses the clipboard to me. With a sigh, I turn around and turn off the music and quietly flip through the pages. My eyebrows raise at her, my fingers crinkling the forms.
"I told you that I was going to set you up," She taps the clipboard excitedly. I shake my head as I find something else to do on my computer, my eyes refusing to meet hers.
"I don't date clients." She rolls her eyes at me.
"And I don't take bullshit." My eyebrows raise. I watched her carefully as she motioned for me to come and follow her. Grabbing the clipboard, I went out into the lobby, casually looking at them from behind their forms. Outside, two people sat on opposite ends of the room. Both were flipping through magazines while waiting for their turn to be seen.
I looked back over to Penny, who was now sitting behind the front desk, "Which one?" They rolled their eyes and I smiled. "Again, I don't feel comfortable doing such a thing."
"Okay, well, they do need a check up." Penny shoos me away from her, "(Y/n)! Dr. Richardson is ready for you now." She looks back up at me with a wink before picking up a book. Looking back at their friend, I do my best to force a smile while I lead them to their room.
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Sitting them down onto the examination chair, I leaned them back and scanned over their forms. From the corner of my eye I watched as they squirmed, their hands playing with their shirt. Their eyes scanned the sterile room, trying to ground themselves. "Are you nervous?" I searched for their file on the computer.
They nod, "Yeah, a little." Nodding along with them, I offer a soft smile.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." After a moment of silence, I look back over to them. "This is your first time here correct?"
"Yup. Penny was the one who recommended me here..." I nodded and hooked a sanitary bib around their neck.
"Where did you go previously?"
"I uh... I think it was called Vista Dental...?"
Going back over to the computer, I search up the name and shot them an email, "We'll start in a moment, I'm just having a bit of trouble pulling up your file."
(Y/n) nods, patiently waiting. After a couple of moments, their information finally pops up. Quickly skimming it over, I wrote down their full name onto a sticky note and pasted it onto an empty sheet inside a black binder. "I apologize. I found it and now we can finally begin."
Grabbing a camera and some dental putty, I push the pink paste around their teeth. Making sure that it's fully pressed, we wait a minute or two before I carefully break it off. Placing the molds into a small blue container, I set it down onto the counter for Penny to collect. Then taking a camera and plugging it into the computer monitor, I started taking photos of their teeth. Jotting down more notes onto their file, I take a step back to change my gloves, my breath getting heavy. (Y/n) looks at me with worry laced into their features.
"Everything alright?" I nod, unable to trust my voice.
"I apologize, there's nothing wrong. I should take your molds down-- Penny should've taken it earlier..." Leaving the room, I go over to my office, the dental molds still in hand. Putting it into my bag, I open a window and take a deep breath. What the fuck is wrong with you? Get it together. They're just another client. Just another client.
Going back to their room, I take an explorer and examination mirror and poke around their mouth. Scraping down the sides of their teeth, I clean the bits of gunk that clings to their pearly white teeth. Then grabbing an electric brush, I wheel myself over to some cabinets. "What flavor do you want? Cinnamon, strawberry, or black cherry?" I look back over at (Y/n) with a smirk.
"I'll try the black cherry, I guess." Taking the polish, I roll back over to them, a small smile on their face.
"You're doing great, after this you'll be done." My voice suddenly wasn't able to go above a whisper. My eyes scanned over their face, heat rushing to my cheeks at the proximity. Their sweet scent filled my lungs, my skin prickling from the feeling. My grip tightens against the brush. Trying to clear my mind I continue to scrub their teeth. Just a client. Just a client. Just a client. Blood wells up near the top of their gums, my gaze hyper focused on it. Swallowing, I take the suction tube and place it into their mouth. Watching as the blood flows through the clear tube, I feel my mouth watering. Closing my eyes, I pull the suction tube out of their mouth.
"All done. Great job." Pushing back the overhead light, it shuts off automatically. Realigning the examination chair, I help (Y/n) off of it.
"Thank you so much." Nodding, I back away from them and go over to another part of the room. With my back turned to them, I try to steady my breathing. Turning back around to face them properly, I take a moment to find my voice while they stretch their jaw.
"...Did Penny mention anything before you came today?" (Y/n) shakes their head.
"Why?" A look of concern creeps up on their features. Quickly shaking my head, I cleared my throat.
"She mentioned that she was going to be bringing in a new client is all... I thought she was just messing around." I chuckle. (Y/n)'s body relaxes and for whatever reason, so does mine.
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Entering my apartment, I kick off my shoes and sit down onto the couch. Throwing my backpack to the side, I pulled out a black binder and flipped to the blank entry. The sticky note from earlier now stuck further down the page than from where it was originally. I pulled out my laptop and launched a couple of background checking apps. Entering (Y/n)'s name into all of them, I searched through the information it managed to provide me. Then plugging in their name into a search bar, I looked for their social media. After about an hour of research and careful combing, I managed to fill out two pages of information on them. Closing the binder, I stretched my limbs and rolled my neck. Suddenly, the sound of a power drill and some hammers broke me out of my calm mood. Making my way towards the front door, I take a peak out through the peephole. Many men and women with stabilizing belts carry various furniture pieces as well as boxes into the unit next door. Just as I'm about to pull away from the door, (Y/n) appears in my vision. My heart stops. This must be some sort of dream... I pinch my skin, hoping for any sort of result. Nothing. A grin makes its way onto my lips.
(Y/n) carries two boxes in hand, carefully moving out of the way of the other workers, I watch as they bounce on either foot. A smile gracing their pretty little lips as they head inside. I feel my mouth start to water once more, my chest tightening. Pulling away from the door, I rush over to my binder and scratch out the address I had found online, replacing it with the new one. Cackling to myself, I head into the kitchen and start preparing the ingredients for some cookies. "You're making it too easy for me, little one..." I sigh, my body buzzing. After the dough was completed, I scooped it out onto a lined baking tray. Letting them cook in the oven, I got on a step stool and raided the cupboard just above the fridge. Taking out the mason jar stuffed inside, I grab a disposable spoon and start stirring the caramel colored continents inside. Once the cookies were done, I drizzled the thick liquid over the cookies and placed the sweet treats on a cooling rack. Every rise and fall of my chest felt heavier than the last, my eyes wide as I do my best to stabilize myself against the counter. My fingers tighten even more around the white laminate, my head buzzing at the sound of their voice.
"Control yourself... Fuck, you need to control yourself..." Closing my eyes, I took in deep breaths, "There's no reason for you to feel excited like this... They're just another person... Just another person who happens to be like an absolute angel..." I can't control the whine that escapes my throat, my eyes watering. "Oh, you will be the death of me, little one..."
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Entering the clinic, I noticed as Penny taps away at her phone. Her teal painted nails move quickly along the screen, her eyes never leaving it as she greets me a good morning. Suddenly she erupts into laughter, a hand covering her mouth as she looks away from me. Standing in front of her desk, I try to mimic a smile, my eyes drifting towards the clipboard on her desk. Clearing my throat, I wait for Penny to hand it to me, my foot tapping against the wood flooring. After a moment of confusion, a little gasp leaves her as she quickly grabs the stack of papers and hands them to me. Rushing into my office, I quickly run background checks on each patient, my eyes skimming through the generated information. After finishing a couple of clients, I lean back into my seat, a wave of frustration settling into me.
"This isn't as exciting as it usually is... It's like these people aren't worth the effort anymore..." I mumble to myself, eyes fixated on the papers inside my binder. Pulling out my phone, I opened up the cameras installed inside (Y/n) unit; they were originally used on previous victims. I scanned their whole apartment for any signs of life. Nothing.
Flipping back to their profile, I start writing down the date and time. A grin creeping back up on my face. "(Y/n)! Are you home?" A man with tan olive skin and curly black hair enters the unit with a sad looking plant. Switching cameras, I get a better look at him and what he's doing in their apartment. A growl vibrates the column of my throat, my frustration growing. He sets the plant down onto the coffee table before stretching his back. After a couple of twists, he explores the apartment, his shoes still on his feet.
"Hope I'm not interrupting!" He shouts knocking on (Y/n)'s bedroom. Their bedroom still has yet to be decorated, cardboard boxes strewn about the floor of their room. The only thing that has been completed was their bed, a soft green sheet covers the mattress, matching pillows propped up nicely against the headboard. I watch as this man sits down onto the bed, his hand reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small velvety box, just big enough to fill the center of his palm.
Just then (Y/n) enters their unit, immediately going over to the plant, they pick it up, their head shaking. "What a poor little plant..." They mumble. Continuing on their way, they shakily ask, "Whose there?"
The man bounds over to the door, the box no longer in hand, a wide grin spread along his face, "Hey! Sorry, I let myself in..." (Y/n) shakes their head.
"Don't worry about it. I'm glad to see you Hector." Their lips mimic his, arms outstretched, they pull in close to him. His arms immediately wrapped around their form. Way too excited for my liking. I set my phone down near my keyboard, keeping the volume up, I started searching for 'Hector'. Only I was interrupted by Penny, a man behind her, his hand clasped around his jaw.
"I'm very sorry to bother you but, Mr. Smith's caretaker dropped him off here. He doesn't have an appointment— but he needs an emergency cavity removal, his gums are quite infected." She steps to the side, Mr. Smith walks forward, eyebrows furrowed into a singular unit, "Do you think you can take him? His caretaker already has all of the forms filled out and I can take care of most of the paperwork for you."
Turning off my phone, I nod. "Of course, please put him in room four if it's empty." Penny nods letting him take her arm as she guides him to his room. With a groan, I turn off the radio before grabbing my binder and heading off towards his room.
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Coming back into my office, my head pounding, I find Penny sitting at my desk on a call. Her personal phone was pressed against her ear, the glittery case making my eyes strain.
Penny's eyes widened in shock, "I'll have to call you back." She quickly hangs up the phone as she rushes to get away from my desk. Putting as much distance between us as possible. I watch as she backs herself into the open window tipping backwards. Rushing forward, I grab her hand, pulling her towards me. Her body now flushed with mine, her face heats up, fingers twisting out of my grip. Shoving me away, she breathes heavily. "What... What are you doing."
"What?"
"I saw what was on your computer... I know what you did. You're sick. Absolutely sick. The police will be on their way..." I feel my heart stop, it drops down to the pit of my stomach. The hairs on my neck stood on edge.
"Penny," My voice is soft and comforting, "I don't know what you saw, but I know that you didn't tell the police." Slowly, I make my way back towards her. She sways, eyes darting towards the door.
"Don't come any closer!" Slowly raising my arms up near my head, I take another step before staying still. "I know what I saw on your computer. It-It's sick!" Shaking my head, I let my arms lower, my fingers sliding into my pants pockets.
"Penny, please... You don't understand..." My eyes watch the outside, ears tuned in for any sirens that may be passing by. My fingers grip the smooth metal. Quickly pulling it out of my pocket, I throw the knife at Penny hitting her right shoulder. She wails, her body hitting the floor. Rushing over to her side, I ripped a small piece of her shirt and stuffed it into her mouth. Taking another knife, I shoved it into her side. Ensuring it went all the way through, I rushed over to my desk and grabbed some duct tape and zip-ties. Binding her limbs together, I sprinted out to my car.
Rushing to clear my trunk, I grabbed a rolled up tarp and laid it flat along the bottom. Smoothing it against the sides, sirens blare nearby. Sprinting inside, I unlocked a storage closet and grabbed Penny. After shoving her inside, I locked the door. Freshening up in the staff bathroom, I sat down at my desk and pulled up Mr. Smith's file. Completing and submitting the paperwork, I waited for the officers to come to me.
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"So, she just disappeared?" I nod, my fingers lacing together in front of me on my desk.
"She was acting quite weird all day honestly..." I paused, leaning back with a sigh, breaking eye contact briefly, "We all have those off-days so I tried to take it easy on her. She asked to take a break but there was a client— we don't have anyone else to fill in for her— so I asked if she could wait just a little longer before then. She was quite upset so I let her cool off." Both officers nodded, one writing down my statements, "I left her here while I took care of our client and when I came back she was gone. I assumed she just went to take a break and..." I gestured to them. They nodded.
"Do you think we can see the surveillance cameras?"
"Of course." Pulling up the surveillance cameras on my monitor, I turn it around so they can look at it properly. After going through what they needed to, both stand up. The one who wrote down notes, looks at me, his eyes studying my figure. His partner nudges him, head jabbing towards the door.
"One more thing... You need to come down with us to the police station to file an official report." Nodding, I logged out of my computer.
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I kicked off my shoes and ripped off my jacket. Tossing it onto the couch, I paced my living room, my head pounding. How could I be so fucking careless? She saw everything and almost ratted me out. That little bitch... Storming through the hallway, I ripped the key off of my neck and unlocked the door to my second room. Slamming it shut behind me, I took a deep breath. Using a step ladder, I used plastic sheets to line the walls. Stringing them up, my heart rate started to spike, my mind overflowing with ideas of how to properly take care of Penny.
Gosh, it's been so long... I can't remember the last time— A knock at my door interrupts me from my job. The plastic sheet in my grasp slips from my fingers. With a sigh, I head back over to the front door. Peering out through the peephole, (Y/n)'s smiling face greets me with a tray covered in aluminum foil. Quickly opening the door, I do my best to stay calm. I smile at them, as I catch my breath.
"Uh, hi. I'm your new neighbor... I just wanted to say hello and apologize for the noise." They fumble with the tray in their arms, extending their right hand towards me, they wait for me to take it. My hands tremble as I gripped their soft flesh between my fingers, I shake it gently, afraid to crush them.
"It's nice to meet you... Well, again at least." They let out a soft giggle, the noise sending my soul flying. I watch as heat rises to the tips of their ears, their gaze dipping away from mine. I feel my heart beat unsteadily. It's pace increases the longer I stay near them. "My name is, Luis by the way." They smile, nodding.
"It's really nice to meet you again." I stepped to the side, watching their every movement as they walked into my home. Their eyes scanned each inch of the place, little emotion passing over features. I watch as they stop momentarily, their gaze locked onto something. Clearing my throat, I gestured towards the couch. As I went to sit down, my eyes followed their gaze, my heart dropping.
"Are you renovating?" Their little innocent eyes looked up to mine, an eyebrow raised. My fingers gripped my shirt, nails scraping against my skin.
"Oh— yeah. I-I've been meaning to paint that room a different color but..." My voice trails off as I go over to close the door. Ensuring that it's shut, I go back to my original destination, my hand reaching out towards them. As they make their way to me, they drop off the tray onto the coffee table. "So... What's in the tray?" They smile, their eyes crinkling.
"I made some brownies. It's my apology gift." I can't help but break out into a smile.
"Do you mind if we dig in?" Just as I reach over towards the treat, I notice the sparkling rock sitting on their left hand. A growl leaving my throat.
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A couple of days after their visit, I knocked on (Y/n)'s door, the container of now warmed cookies in hand. Hector answers the door, his dark wavy hair was pressed against his forehead, a towel wrapped around his neck. His grey shirt was pressed tightly against his skin showing a faint outline of his body. He looks me up and down and nods. "Can I help you?"
"Is (Y/n) home?" He nods, an eyebrow raised. "I wanted to welcome them to the apartment complex." Raising the container of cookies, he nods looking behind him.
"They're pretty busy but I'll tell them you stopped by." He reaches out and I hand him the container, taking a step back I watch as he closes the door. Going back into my unit, I sat down on my couch and pulled up the cameras. I watched as Hector opened the treats. I watched as he grabbed a couple of them, placing them onto a plate. I watched as they both started snacking on them in (Y/n)'s room.
As I continued to watch and wait for them to fall asleep, thuds came from my locked room, I sighed and got up to check on her. Pressing my ear against the door, I could hear metal clanging together, scraping against the walls and floor. I feel my teeth start to grind together while heat works its way up my body, flooding my face and neck. I clenched my eyes shut and shook my head. Swinging the door open, I watched as Penny squirmed harder upon seeing me, muffled noises following the sound of her chains clashing together. Blood dripped down her forehead, eyes and mouth. Both eyes were swollen, angry cuts littered her skin. Most of her bruises, still fresh, were a discolored yellow with greenish spots. Penny groans as I walked towards her, narrowly avoiding the teeth that litter the plastic tarp. Bending down near her face, I flex my hands, my discolored skin straining along with the movement of my fingers. My eyes darken as I glare into hers. Ripping off the gag from her mouth, I watch as her breathing increases to dry heaves, blood splattering out of her mouth and onto my clothes.
"W-Why? Why are you doing this?" My lips quirk upwards, my eyes crinkling. My breath was heavy as I leaned in closer. My eyes darken as I peer up at her through my lashes.
"Oh because it's fun, dear." Getting up, I go over to the corner of the room. Ensuring all of my tools are present and accounted for, I roll over the metal cart, the instrument tray rattling with every crease and bump along the way. I stop it just next to a wooden chair with straps attached to the legs and arm rests. Penny looks up at me with blood shot eyes, and uneven breaths. Pink, almost yellow, tears roll down her cheeks. Her head starts shaking frantically. My head tilts to the side, a smirk raising my features, "What's wrong? You don't want this?" I scoff at the sobs that grow louder.
"Please... Don't do this..." She gasps. Her eyes search the room frantically as I raise her from her spot on the floor. Her limbs limp from exhaustion, barely able to fight back anymore. Shoving her into the chair, her body squirms. Backing away from her, she stumbles out of her chair and tries to scramble away from her place on the floor.
"You're really something special huh?" Kneeling down, I grab her chin to which she snaps away. "Be a good girl for me and I'll go easy on you okay?" Her body freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. Helping her into the chair, I strap her hands and ankles down to prevent injury. Then going over to the cart, I grab a scalpel. Kneeling down to her feet, she starts to struggle once more. Hushing her I try to find the appropriate spot to start digging in. Her skin felt like dollar store tissue paper. Like it would tear from the slightest pressure.
Suddenly, her sobbing quiets down. Worried, my eyes raked up her form, settling on to her eyes. They looked like whirlpools, constantly drawing me in more and more. Green flecks floated around her iris'. She sighed, "...Luis... You're a great person. You don't have to do this...!" Blood catches in her throat, the liquid muffling her words. I give her a sad smile, my head shaking.
"I'm not doing this because I want to be a bad person— the villain. I'm doing this because it's fun and quite relaxing." I let my hand catch her cheek, my thumb rubbing away the trail of thick crimson that stains her skin. "You know, you really are something special..." Quickly, I dug the tip of the scalpel into the scaly skin of her heel. Digging it around further, I dropped the medical instrument and used my fingers to separate the tissue. Pulling it further and further apart, I pushed the skin away from the bone and started pulling her Achilles tendon. The more I pulled, the more excited I got. The warm blood spilled onto my hands, staining my clothes. Penny erupted into a scream, "Oh Penny... If you don't shut the fuck up, I will sew your mouth shut next." Yanking it one final time, the tendon snaps with a satisfyingly wet pop. Penny's screams grow louder, her eyes widening, liquids pouring out of her.
I watch closely as her eyes flutter closed. Her breathing slowing down. I grin, my blood flowing faster through my veins. My face starts to heat up more and more. I'm unable to control my grin as my hands strike against her skin again and again and again. Penny remains unresponsive, her body now slumped over in her chair, the faded blue waves of hair covering her features. Going over to the second shelf of the metal cart, I opened a black-stained wooden box and pulled out a small white bottle with a black label. Opening the cap, I pull the bottle away from my face before wafting it underneath Penny's nose. Her head shifts up, her body straightening in her seat, eyes open, pupils wide. Removing the bottle from her face and capping it, I smack her cheek a couple of times.
"You with me Penny?" A laugh erupts from my stomach, "Try to stay with me okay, dear?" Her eyes search around the room frantically, her body fighting against the restraints. "If you're good, I'll make your end as quick and painless as possible." Grinning, my hands fly to the side of her face to steady her. Tears pour from her eyes like it's the only thing she knows how to do. Too impatient for her response, I pull out a remote from my pocket and press a button. Rock music blasts from speakers hidden around the minimally furnished room.
"Please stop. I did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing wrong." She struggles harder against her restraints. Cackling, I shook my head.
"No, you did. Trust me." Kneeling back down, I went to work on her other tendon. Repeating the smelling salt process, I continued on with my work. Grabbing a metal chair, I set it down in front of her. Taking a seat, I grabbed a melon-baller from the tray and lifted her eyelids. Pulling it back from her eye, I used the serrated edge to dig it into her eye socket. Pushing it all the way back behind it, I force it forward by popping it out of its socket. Her beautiful eye bobbed up and down, the optical nerve still connected. Almost instantaneously it starts to leak blood. Her violent thrashing causes it to swing back and forth, the other eye watering. Taking it into my hands, I squeeze the eyeball, the natural moisture causing it to slide around in my palm. A shiver runs down my spine as I let it pop, blood running down my hands. Pulling the cord I rip it from its socket. Another wail erupts from her. Incoherent pleas come out between sobs, blood pouring out of where her eye used to be.
"You're doing so well..." I moan, "Want to take a break? Or do you think you can keep going?"
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Once I was satisfied with my work, I took a look over Penny's unconscious body. Her features were indistinguishable, both eyes were scooped out, the optical nerve on her left eye still hanging. Her nose was bashed in and her teeth pulled out. I cut the cord that held her tongue in place, out of curiosity mainly, and ended up cutting off her tongue in the end. Her nails were ripped out before I smashed her fingers with my favorite hammer. Her arms were mangled, body cut up. My breath was heavy and my mind felt fuzzy. Almost like it was buzzing.
After cleaning up the room and stuffing Penny into my trunk, wrapped in tarps and plastic sheets, I knocked on (Y/n)'s door. After a couple of minutes with no answer, I pulled out a small pouch from my pocket. Unfurling it, I grabbed a jiggle key and shoved it into the lock. After wiggling it a couple of times, I hear a soft click. Pushing the door open carefully, I'm met with the pleasant sight of (Y/n)'s boyfriend laying face down on the floor. Crumbs littered the area around his body. Arms stretched out around him, a plate pinned beneath his torso.
Taking a closer look at him, I noticed his knees were bent underneath him, drool leaked out of his mouth and pooled on the floor below him. I kicked him in the jaw with my foot a couple of times. No response. Afraid I might've killed him, I pressed two fingers against the pulse on his wrist. Counting each beat, I dropped his hand. Standing back up, I looked around the room. Shit, where's (Y/n)? A light groan emitted from him. With a growl, I lifted up his face with the tip of my shoe. I scanned over his features. He was still relaxed, eyes closed and serene. My eyebrows furrowed as I dropped his face back onto the floor.
I continued my way throughout their place. Checking all of the rooms, I was relieved to find that (Y/n) was fast asleep in their room. They laid on the mattress, face up, a blanket wrapped around their delicate form. The soft blue comforter pressed against their body beautifully. Each dip and curve was now visible. Getting closer to their face I let their soft breaths fan against my skin. The warmth that radiated from them loosened my tense muscles. Looking around the room, I picked up each photo there. Some included (Y/n) and their family, others were with their friends. When I came across the one with Penny, I observed both of their features.
They were in a bar leaning against each other. Penny's smile was wide, a drink was in her hand raised above them both. The table in front of them was littered with empty glasses, a snack bowl between them. (Y/n)'s smile was tight and uncomfortable. Their body felt rigid and their posture posed in an unnatural position. They looked away from the camera and down towards their lap. A stray hand from someone unknown was placed on their shoulder. The fingers were clasped to their shirt, almost like the unseen person was ready to brawl. On the side of their hand was a tattoo of a mono-colored hummingbird. Its head was twisted away from (Y/n), towards the faceless patrons enjoying themselves in the back. Turning back towards (Y/n), I ran a hand down their cheek. Their features contort at the feeling. So cute... Sinking into the mattress next to them, I lay over their blankets, my arm wrapping around their waist. My hands smooth over their blanket. Pressing myself against them, I breathe in their scent, letting it settle down in my veins. For a small moment, I felt one with them. With their body pressed up safely against mine. The world didn't matter. It wouldn't matter without them. I know that now.
——
I sat by my door, an ear pressed against it as I listened to (Y/n) check their mail. An exasperated sigh could be heard moments before their mailbox slammed shut. Quickly, I walked out of my unit and headed towards my mailbox. Carefully I passed them by and took out the stack of papers from the metal box. I pretended to sift through them as I watched (Y/n) from the corner of my eyes. I watched as they paused in their tracks and turned around. I watched as they made their way back towards me, tapping at my shoulder. Looking back at them, they smiled.
"I heard you stopped by yesterday and left some cookies for us." Their eyes turned away from mine for a moment, "They were quite tasty, thank you."
I let my smile widen, "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you liked it." Excitement spread on their cheeks tinting their skin a shade darker. My heart starts to race at the thought of them consuming it.
"I'd return the container but, I can't find it." Their foot digs into the carpet below, "I promise I will though..." Just as I'm about to make my way back into my apartment, they grab my arm. "I was wondering... Did you happen to see Hector leave yesterday? He was the one who answered the door..."
"No, I'm sorry." They nodded, their lip catching between their teeth, eyes turned downward. As I continued my way back into my unit, my mind raced with the image of their face. The look in their eyes that expressed so much worry for a man who didn't even love them the way they deserved. A man who holds no respect. No concern for someone like (Y/n).
I went back into my locked room, more than ready to seek justice in their name. Upon opening the door, I'm greeted with the sight of an empty chair and chains. I scanned the room, my heart racing, only for Hector to pop up from behind the door with a can opener. He does his best to attack me, swinging violently at my face. In response I dodge, pivoting on my dominant foot, my hand clutching his wrist and the other at his neck. Pushing him so that his body is in front of me, I shove him into the ground, twisting his wrist I pin both of his hands behind his back. With the hand around his neck, I bash his face into the ground. I only stop once his chest slows down to exhausted puffs. Strapping him back down onto the chair, I take a wet rag and drag it across his face. The once grey rag darkened to a deep red. I wrung out the cloth into a separate empty bucket. The thinned out liquid crawls down my fingers and wrists. Repeating the motion, I inspected the damage. They always think that something like that could really stop me... I chuckled.
The bridge of his nose is now crooked in two different areas. A large, throbbing cut separated them with blood flowing down to his upper lip. He spits in my face, the blood splattering onto my left cheek. I moan, my eyes now focusing on him. My head tilts to the side smirking at him. He growls in frustration. "You're sick." Blood continues to splatter against my face as he tries to talk.
"So are you." My eyes drift towards the humming bird tattoo that was engraved into the skin of his hand. Leaning forward, I press my lips against his ear, "People like you don't deserve to exist because all you do— your only purpose in life is to get in the way of other people. This is not your story. You're just another side character in it. A mere place holder for their true love." I spit, my patience running thin.
Leaning back I kneel down towards the floor and pulled out the picture from yesterday. My index finger tapping against (Y/n)'s uncomfortable form. A memory that they would've wanted to forget but is, for whatever reason, still there as a reminder. I raise my eyebrows at him, my eyes scanning his features for any tells. He's blank. Or maybe just stupid. "What about it?" He mumbles.
"You're touching them in this photo and they're clearly uncomfortable. Why is that?"
"Why are you assuming that I was the one to make them uncomfortable?" My body grows warm, I take a deep breath, a scoff running through me.
"(Y/n) and Penny were good friends. I have a lot of doubts that Penny would be the one to make them feel uncomfortable." Hector frowns, eyes squinting at me. "Besides, when I met you, there was something off about you..."
"You're one to talk." He mumbles, my shoulders tensed up. Pulling myself off the floor, I walk over to the corner of the room. My tray of instruments now cleaned, I rolled the cart over to him. His eyes scanned over it.
"So are you saying that you didn't do it?" my tone was light and amused as sweat built up just above his brow.
"O-of course." His voice raises. "You don't know the full story between Penny and (Y/n). I'm honestly so surprised that you didn't hunt her down or something..." His head turns, eyes swiveling around the room for a way out. I shake my head at him, a chuckle bursting out of me. Hector's eyes widened.
"I'm already bored of you. Let's just get this over with." Picking up the can opener, I grab one of his fingers only to laugh at his struggling. "Hush now... If I have to turn on the music," I place the opener onto his lap and grab some flat nosed pliers, "it would only make this whole ordeal less fun than it already is." Hector starts to hyperventilate, his chair rattling as he tries to escape. He screams for help, my eyes rolling. Reaching into my pocket, I press the button and let rock music blare in the background. Positioning his uneven nails between the metal, I let it clamp down for a second before slowly pulling the nail closer towards me. His breathing increases as I slowly pull the nail out, increasing the pressure bit by bit before ripping it clean off. I chuckle at the childish wail he emits. Putting the pliers to the side, I grab the can opener from his lap and latch his bloody fingertip between the sharp metal. Slowly, I twist the handle, forcing the sharp metal through his finger.
"Oh come on now... I haven't finished with you just yet. Besides, the chorus is just about to begin." Hector continues to cry, his body shaking.
——
It has been about two months now. Hector and Penny's missing person's posters were all over the lobby walls. Anytime I'd see them outside of their apartment, they seemed uneasy and frustrated. Even that pebble on their finger was missing. After a while, the tight feeling in my chest wouldn't leave unless I had them near me where I knew they were safe. At the clinic, with Penny now gone, I managed to convince (Y/n) to work for me. It eased the pressure a little bit, but when I got home, it was never enough.
"Mr. Smith has been dropped off by his caregiver. His implants aren't working out for him anymore... He said Mr. Smith would do better with implants." (Y/n), handed me their papers.
"Did the family consent as well?" They nodded, handing me a separate pack of papers. "Alright, please escort them to an empty room and I'll be right there." I watched them leave, the scrubs I had picked out for them were a wonderful fit.
As I finished submitting the paperwork, for our client, screams could be heard from the other side of the clinic. My fingers twitched. My eyebrows furrowed, heat settling into my bones. Getting up and heading over to where the source of the noise was, I was met with the sight of Mr. Smith touching what's mine. His hands were clutched around their arms, eyes wide and mouth open. Spit shooting out of his mouth as yelled, I rushed over to their side. Prying his fingers off of them, I pushed them back and behind me. Mr. Smith's caregiver rushing into the room. He helps me calm him down. My blood felt like it was boiling my insides. Ready to melt the flesh off my bones in an instant. Without thinking, I shouted at (Y/n) to leave the room as I made my way over to a cabinet at the back of the room. Locking the door behind them, I pulled up a metal stool, Mr. Smith's caregiver taking it. Grabbing an IV kit filled with anesthesia, I slid the needle into his vein. As we waited, I stalled by pretending to look something up on my computer.
"Sorry, it'll just take a minute... I'm having trouble pulling up his file." His caretaker nodded, his eyes focused on his phone screen.
As soon as Mr. Smith's eyes started to flutter closed. I struck. After forcing a scalpel into the side of his body, I took out my personal knife and stabbed him again. Slicing open his stomach in a c-section like manner, I watched as blood pooled out of his body and onto the floor. His caregiver looks up at me, my hands bloody, his client now open. Taking out the knife from his body, I watch as he trips over the stool, stumbling towards the locked door. Twisting the knob frantically, he starts pounding on the door. Quickly I shoved the knife into the nape of his neck, blood getting caught in his throat. With a deep sigh, I cleaned myself off and calmly headed into my office. Luckily, (Y/n) was already waiting there for me, their hands wrapped around themselves.
"Are you alright?" They nodded.
"How is he?" I nodded.
"He's out right now, his caregiver will take care of the rest." They let out a shaky exhale. I let my eyes scan over them. I swallowed, letting myself get closer to them. My fingers slowly danced over the side of their arms, my mouth watering. Letting my fingers grip their sleeves, I pushed myself closer to them. Upon seeing their confused look, I held back. If I don't do this now, I'll never have the chance ever again... Taking out a small syringe from my pocket, I slowly walked behind them, my hand on their shoulder.
Stabbing their arm with the syringe, I pushed the plunger down. Their eyes flutter, confusion and betrayal laced on their features. They stutter struggling to get words out of their pretty little lips. I watch as they drop down to the floor, foam spilling out of their mouth. Kneeling down to their level, I catch their chin between my fingers. Coming closer to their face, I smile. "I realized, without you. I mean nothing. I don't have any purpose in life if it's not to protect you. To show you just how wonderful love can be when done right. I realized how beautiful and addicting it can be." I watched as their body went limp, their eyes blinking up at me.
"I'm devoted to you more than you would ever know in this timeline. You are my deity and I am your most devoted worshiper. I want only to serve you. To be with you. To love you... One day, I know you will love me the same."
The old "lip syncing this like a real psychopath/sociopath" trend on tiktok kills me.
I love watching people fight about "oh real sociopaths don't act like that! They have no emotions!" or "Psychopaths don't act crazy like this - then you would recognize them!". Then they go on to make their own one and its full, 100% flat affect.
Haha, no. If I show my flat affect even for a few seconds, the people around me become visibly uncomfortable, like they're listening to a constant dissonant chord. They do everything they can to get away from me. I can't use that to manipulate people (the way they're trying to in those vids).
Sure, flat affect is super useful when I wanna be left alone, and sometimes can get me minor things I want as they just want to Make It Stop (TM) and they don't know what exactly is off, but they know it has something to do with me. However, it is entirely useless any other time.
Most often, I'm not trying to manipulate anyone, which means I'm projecting what's called appropriate affect - aka acting like a normal person, because I don't want my loved ones' skin crawling all the time. If I could safely live speaking in my default (flat affect), I would, but I can't because no one would ever want to be around me. I'm more likely to overshoot emotions than I am to undershoot. One looks like I'm just sensitive, maybe a bit high-strung, but the other makes me appear in the wrong part of the Uncanny Valley.
(Tagging the stigma tags to reach the people who need to understand this most)
AN: Hey! This is a new au I’ve been working on, be sure to check the ask blog @smallsecrets-sanderssidesau for new updates!
TW: tagged for not spoilers!
Dorian walked through the hallway of the building, heading to his boyfriend's apartment, this was only their first month anniversary, he played nervously with the bow tie around his neck, Patton said it wasn't anything formal but he had put it on just to contrast with what he thought was his way too casual outfit, which was just a pale yellow t-shirt with black jeans.
He was nervous to say the least, most of his relationship didn't end well, and he has become too attached to Patton in the las month, but he was sure Patton had too.
He arrived to Patton’s apartment and knocked on the door, adjusting his bow tie once more before his boyfriend opened, he looked at him with a smile “Dee” he said leaning to give Dorian a quick kiss in the lips “You’re here early”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to arrive late, is that a problem?”
“Of course not hun, come in” Said Patton as he moved to let his boyfriend into the apartment.
Dorian entered looking around as Patton closed the door behind them “what’s with all the boxes?” He asked, as the living room was practically full with them.
“Oh, that’s actually part of what I wanted to talk about” answered Patton “Can you help me to put the table?”
“Of course” Dee followed Patton to the kitchen, it was in the same state as the living room, Patton handed him two plates and some silverware and he accommodated them in the table on the dining room, Patton took the lasagna out of the oven and placed it in the center of the table, serving a portion for both of them, Dorian pulled the chair so his boyfriend could sit.
Patton giggled and sat “Thanks hun” he said smiling.
Dorian returned the smile did and sat in front of him and started eating “so, are you going to explain the cardboard box invasion in your house?” He said smirking.
“Yep” Patton managed to answer while he finished chewing his food “I’m going to move”
Dorian’s eyes went wide “move? To another apartment?”
Patton shook his head “I’m moving to Florida”
The shock almost made the food to get stuck on Dorian's throat, he coughed a couple of times before speaking again ”F-Florida? Isn't that like 6 hours away?”
Patton sighed and nodded ”Since I got fired from my work here, I've been having troubles with the rent, it was the best option if I didn't want to be kicked out”
”You could always stay with me hun”
”Oh, no no, I don't want to be a nuisance, besides I have family there, they're going to help me find a job and that”
”You know you'll never be a nuisance” Dorian said, he had stopped eating and reached to grab his boyfriend's hands while looking at him ”But if that's what you've decided, what does that mean to us?”
Patton looked down at his hands and smiled, intertwining his fingers with Dorian's ”nothing has to change between us” he said, looking up at the other's eyes ”we'll make it work, but there's another thing I have to tell you”
The way Patton rubbed Dorian's hands indicated he was nervous, he rubbed them back and nodded to affirm it was fine.
Patton took a deep breath and finally spoke ”I'm polyamorous”
If Dee's eyes weren't opened as much as they could be already, they definitely were now, he was clearly not expecting that and the news left him speechless for a couple of seconds.
Only his boyfriend's voice got him out of his thoughts ”Dee?” he said, Dorian looked at his eyes once more ”I-I know that this can be a lot to process, a-and if you want to leave me i-it’s okay I-I unde-“
“Patton” said Dorian, cutting the other’s rambling, Patton was never this nervous and he could see that this is something that made him a lot worried, scared even, Dorian knew a lot of people where bothered or even disgusted by polyamorous people, and he could only assume not all of Patton’s boyfriends have reacted well to it, but Dorian didn’t mind it at all “I’m not going to break up with you, this is a part of who you are and it shouldn’t be a reason for me to leave you”
Patton smiled slightly “you really mean that?”
Dorian returned the smile and nodded “I do”
His boyfriend’s smile grew wide, he stood up and leaned across the table to reach Dorian’s lips, kissing him passionately for a couple of seconds before pulling apart “I’m so thankful you’re my boyfriend” he said while still smiling.
“I could say the same” said Dorian, leaning and pulling Patton into other short kiss.
Patton was a bout to sit down again once they stopped kissing but he noticed their glasses were empty “How forgetful of mine, I didn’t even gave you some water, what can I get you?” He asked, picking up the glasses.
“Water’s fine hun”
Patton nodded and went to the kitchen, leaving Dee alone with his thoughts, he started wondering if Patton had other boyfriends already, he knew he had moved a lot so maybe he had mates al over the country, and now he was exaggerating, but Patton could find another boyfriend while he was in Florida, would he forget about him? What if that’s what happened with his other boyfriends? Maybe he promised to keep contact with them but eventually met someone and stopped replying, exaggerating again Dorian.
He took a deep breath, he could ask everything to Patton after dinner, they would most likely cuddle with a movie in the background like on every date on Dorian’s house.
“I’m back” said Patton cheerfully as he sat back on his place, he left the glasses full of water on the table.
Dorian smiled and took a sip from his glass.
They finished dinner half an hour or so after their conversation, Patton gathered the empty plates and glasses and left them in the sink, Dorian stood up while Patton returned, both of them were ready to cuddle, Patton gave his boyfriend a smile and extended his hand for him to take it, Dorian returned the smile and reached to grab the offered hand, just to fall straight gay into Patton’s arms.
“B-babe are you okay?” He asked trying to keep his balance, he walked to the sofa carrying Dee with him.
“I-I don’t know, I just... felt dizzy all of sudden” Dorian said while he grabbed the couch behind him and leaned on it to avoid tripping again or make either of them fall.
“Do you need something? I can bring you another cup of water or-“
“No no” interrupted Dorian “I’m fine... I-I just need to lay down for a...” he tried to say, but the whole room started spinning around him “f-for a bit” he said, before fainting on the couch.
Dorian opened his eyes, his head hurt a bit and his mind was fuzzy from before, but at least the room was not moving anymore, he sat on the bed he was on and looked around, he could only assume it was Patton’s room, but it didn’t matched him, it was decorated in shades of yellow and black, there was an almost empty bookshelf except for a couple of books that Dorian recognised because he had recommended them to Patton, the rest of the room was empty.
He stood up and walked to the door, he wanted to let Patton know he was awake, he tried to open it but he couldn’t, he tried again with more strength but it seemed it was locked, weird.
He was about to scream his boyfriend’s name when the room started moving again, but this time it wasn’t spinning, it felt more like an earthquake, multiple little earthquakes that seemed to get stronger every time, then they stopped, Dorian headed to the window to see what had happened on the street, instead there was a giant eye looking back at him from outside, then the room started moving again and the wall with the window opened to reveal a giant smiling face, Patton’s giant smiling face.
“I’m glad you’re awake, I brought you food” he said giggling and leaving a small (gigantic to Dee) plate on the room’s floor “I know it seems like you just had dinner, but you were asleep for almost three days, you need to eat something hun”
Dorian was petrified, he almost fainted again, he leaned on the opposite wall starring at Patton with eyes full of fear, despite this he managed to talk “P-Patton why w-what what is going on?” Or something like that.
His giant boyfriend giggled a bit more “You’re going to Florida with me hun” he reached into the small room to pick Dorian up who ran to the other side of the room at the sight of the giant hand, which was useless because Patton caught him either way “But I couldn’t take you at your normal size, I had to be practical and this way is much easier to be together” he said bringing his shrunken boyfriend close to his face and giving him a kiss on his forehead.
Dee tried to lean away from the touch and Patton’s lips, again without success, he was trapped in Patton’s hand, completely helpless “w-why did you do this?” He asked, trying to hold back the tears.
“Well” Patton petted Dorian’s head “I was afraid you will run away like the others just as you heard my biggest secret, but you didn’t, which means you really love me, and I wasn’t going to let distance separate us”
Dorian was pressed against Patton’s chest, he leaned on it, it felt like a hug, but Dee didn’t know if he wanted a hug from Patton, he had somehow shrunk him and planned to keep him on what appeared to be a dollhouse, and now just acted like they could still have a normal relationship, he fought against the tears, he didn’t want Patton to see him cry now.
Patton’s phone started to ring and he picked it up “sorry hun I have to leave you, but I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can walk around your new home” Patton got his hand into he dollhouse and did something to the door, now Dee could see the dollhouse, it was very big and it seemed like each room had a door to open them and play with the dolls inside, because only the room where he was before was exposed, the rest was closed “there, and promise me you’ll eat something” he said leaving Dorian back in the room “I’ll be back shortly” he finally said, closing the room and leaving his shrunken boyfriend alone, who could finally let himself cry.
I’m kinda pissed because there is another tag game going around about “are you a psychopath or sociopath” and people are making lowkey saneist jokes about it
I’ve been tagged a few times, I don’t want to play because I feel like it’s pretty offensive and I don’t like how immature people are reacting to it
