𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒; 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

oh dear simon

ships - none

fandoms - lord of the flies (william golding)

warnings - canon typical violence, mentions of gore, canon character death,

"and they are dead and they are gone"

before & after simon is killed
"there isn't anyone to help you. only me. and i'm the beast."

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simon stared at the pigs on the spit, as it talked to him, or at least something his mind is making it think it is doing.

"you are just a silly little boy. just an ignorant, silly little boy" the head told him

simon stared, not moving, saying nothing trying to reply to the pig.

"don't you agree? aren't you a silly little boy?" the lord of the flies asked.

yes. he knew he was, everyone on this island was, and the lord of the flies already knew that- so simon just shakes his head of thoughts and answers it in a silent voice.

"you'd better run off and play with the others, they'd think you're batty. you don't want ralph to think you're batty, do you? you like ralph a lot don't you? and piggy, and jack?"

of course, he liked ralph.. liked him more than a lot..
ralph was more than just his best friend, to him at least.

and piggy, he liked him too, and he didn't like how the other boys besides ralph, make a joke of him, and how they hurt him-

and jack.. he didn't like this jack.. he didn't like island jack, because he knew jack, and he knows jack isn't like this, it's the island, not him, and he'd wish to god if he was out there to get them off the island, so jack would go back to being his jack, the one he knew.

he knows they'll get off the island.. at least most of them anyway, then they wouldn't have to worry about a beastie or the lord of the flies, they'd be okay, or as okay as someone who was stuck on an island for god knows how long can be..

simon was caught up in his thoughts until the lord of the flies spoke again.

"what are you doing out here all alone? aren't you afraid of me?"

simon shook. was he?

"there isn't anyone to help you. only me. and i'm the beast" it told him.

he knew that.. simon tried to form words.

"pigs head on a stick," he tells it.

he wasn't wrong, it was, it was something that the boys had killed and put its head on a spit as a sacrifice to the beast- perhaps that's what it was talking about, that it wasn't something that could be given sacrifice to appease it, something that couldn't be killed.

the head laughs, the laughter seemed to shake and echo through the forest. it made simons ears ring, he wanted it to stop-

"funny thinking the beast was something you could hunt and kill" it laughs once more.

he didn't- he knew that there wasn't really something out there that you could kill- he knew it had been-

"you knew, didn't you i'm part of you"

yes.. of course, he knew.. it's what he's been trying to tell the others- but they didn't listen, always thinking the beast was a snake or a monster squid or even a ghost- when he knew, always knew.

"i'm the reason why it's no go? why things are the way that they are?"

yes-

the laughter came again and simon covered his ears as it echoed through the forest again.