Story Type: Angst
Requested: No
Trigger Warnings: Death/Murder, Gore(?), Depression, Suicide, Needles/Blood(Don't ask how I wrote about my fear of needles because I have no idea-)
A/N: This is a pretty messed up one-shot. I do not recommend reading it if you're sensitive to heavy angst and/or horror. I also do not recommend reading at night if you get nightmares easily. And this has nothing to do with my human Au, Ink and Dream are just humans in this. And both are non-binary for this. Please do not blame me/report me if you get sick or scared due to ignoring the warnings and reading this anyways. Only reason this exists is due to the fact I'm watching a Layers of Fear gameplay , which this isn't following the story-line...I think it isn't, I haven't finished watching it yet so I don't know. Anyways, enjoy.
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Dream's POV
Ink's been acting off lately.... I can feel it. They've been pacing back and forth for hours now, mumbling about how to do the best art masterpiece. They occasionally glanced at me before looking away and mumbling again. I don't understand why they think they need the best masterpiece, I think all of their masterpieces are great! I sigh, getting up. "Hey Inky? I'm going to bed, okay? Don't stay up late. I know you have insomnia and you're drinking coffee to keep yourself awake to do art but it isn't good for you." I spoke gently before slightly tensing. Ink was staring at me with this crazed look in their eyes, being purely silent. "Inky, you okay?" The staring was creeping me out but I wanted to know that my little rainbow was alright. The doctor's recently mentioned Ink might have a mental disorder but they couldn't say what it was yet. Ink started to giggle. "I'm fine sunshine. I finally found out how to create the perfect masterpiece! Let's go to bed!" Ink replies as they grab my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I smile a bit, assuming that we're finally going to sleep together at the same time. Once we were in the bedroom, I pull my hand away and went to change into my pajamas before Ink stopped me, leading me to the bed and pushing me into it before tying me up. "I-Ink?" I stuttered. "Shhhh my beautiful ray of sunshine, don't freak out." Ink spoke before taking out a butterfly needle with a tube hooked to it. The end of the tube was in a bucket. I started to get scared. "I-Ink please untie me." I spoke.
Ink's POV
I put the needle into Dream's arm, watching the blood flow from the tube and into the bucket. "Why would I untie you Dreamy? You're going to be my masterpiece!" I smiled proudly. Dream's skin would make a great canvas since it's soft as silk, their blood would be great to use as paint, and their flowy, straight blonde hair would be perfect for a paint brush. "Ink please I don't wanna die. You're taking too much blood!" They sobbed. I frown, wiping their tears away. "No, you won't die. I promise. I don't want you dead." I reassured them. It's true. I didn't want them dead. I wanted them to see the masterpiece! I held their hand before getting confused as their sobs suddenly stopped. I looked at their face and see it drained of color and life. Their eyes are emotionless and unmoving. Maybe they fell asleep...yeah, that's it. I pull the needle out once the bucket was full. I then grabbed a sharp knife from my pocket and skin Dream's legs, putting the skin aside once off the leg. After both legs were properly skinned, I cut off a small bit of Dream's hair to use as a paintbrush. I start sewing the skin together to make it a canvas. Once done, I attach the small amount of hair to the ferrule of the brush. I dipped the new paintbrush into the crimson blood before starting to paint on my canvas. After half an hour, I finished painting. I had made a crimson lake. I think I did well. "Sunshine, wake up." I gently shook Dream but they didn't wake up. Odd, they were a light sleeper. I checked their pulse before paling. "Dreamy?" I held back tears. Why didn't they have a pulse? They were supposed to be alive! I soon realized I murdered them. This wasn't a masterpiece anymore...this was depressing. I grab the needle I used, cleaned it before inserting it into my arm and watching the blood flow into the empty bucket. "Don't worry Dream, I'll be with you soon so I can apologize!" I felt my tears fall down my face as I kissed the corpse of my dead partner before holding their hand again. I look at our wedding rings before noticing the world around me is spinning and fading to black. I smile and embrace the darkness flooding my vision before I felt my body go limp.
Police Report
Victims: Dream Joku, Age 21 Ink Comyet, Age 19
Date of Death: May 12th, 2021
Estimate Time of Death: 10:00 PM - 11:00 PM
Cause of Death: Dream Joku was murdered by their lover, Ink Comyet. We believe it wasn't intentional due to how Ink Comyet killed themselves afterwards. According to friends and family, they both loved each other to death and never once thought of killing or harming the other. But according to Ink Comyet's therapist, Comyet seemed to of had some mental illness that they couldn't diagnose yet. This could be the reason why Comyet murdered their lover for art. They both were buried in a coffin that could hold them both as that's what was written in their will. Their money and their mansion in the forest was given to Nightmare Joku.
Case: Closed
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A/N: Yes, I genuinely looked up the parts of a paintbrush to be a bit more descriptive. Am I crazy for writing this? I don't know, maybe.
