Child of my Killer

My Brother..

Of course, they kept me bound as I sat in a chair at their hideout. I glanced around wearily. The layout was simple enough. A couch was the only other furniture in here. Ink scent and flower scent was sitting on it, staring at me. "Uh.." I looked down, so I didn't have to look at their stares. "his love is pretty high for a kid." Ink scent finally said. "I started the job when I was six. I've been.. uh.. working.. for ten years." I didn't want to say murdering. That would make it all the more painful. All the more real. "you've.. killed for ten years?" Ink scent didn't try to cover up the harshness in his tone. I flinched and nodded. "do you enjoy it?" Flower scent asked, in a nicer tone. "Why would I?!" I raised my head to glare at him, only to falter last second and turn away. "Life.. isn't fair. Not everyone is dealt a good one.. I.. my father is Horror. He is a good father, who does what he can to survive. Likewise I was raised the same. I don't do it because I like it, I do it because it's the only way for me to survive." I concluded my statement. The other two went quiet. I took it as a sign to continue talking. I felt.. like I've known these guys forever so I kinda started rambling. "I.. still have nightmares.. of the first monster I killed and all the ones after her.. she was a mother. She had children and I.. I couldn't. I thought maybe I could fake killing them. Her and her kids... I was caught and he.. Killer... he killed the children..." I paused to pull myself together. "He killed them in front of me. In front of her. He said if I didn't kill her, I would die.. so I did.." I closed my sockets, and took a couple of breaths. Keep it together, Bitter, keep your composure.

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They left after my confession. I felt stupid for spilling all that. Why would I do that? "Stupid idiot. Foolish. Dumb. Hungry." I was hungry. I hadn't eaten anything that I threw back in.. two, three weeks? I glanced at the paint chains. The only way to break them without destroying the house was to get them wet. Water would wash away the paint. After adjusting myself to escape the chair, I put my foot at the edge of the seat and rose up so I could get my arms free of the back of the chair. Once that was done, I followed my nose to the kitchen. Conveniently, there was already soapy water in the sink. Someone must have been doing the dishes. I plunged my hands in and broke free. "Food time."
I raided the kitchen for anything I could, putting some in inventory for home. I was emptying a can of corn when they rushed in. It was one of seven cans of raw fruits and vegetables I'd gotten my hands on. I stared at them a moment before putting the emptied can down and holding my arms out to be rebound. "you were hungry? why didn't you say anything?" Flower scent asked. "No offense but I was raised to treat you as the enemy." Ink scent was binding my wrists. I sniffed the air. That scent.. tears gathered in my sockets. Honey and cigarette smoke. Someone knocked on the door. "I-it's him.. that scent.. I.. I know that scent.." The Papyrus that wasn't Uncle Papyrus. He existed. He was real. I pulled out of Ink scent's grasp and made a run for the door. "dream, he's running!" I dodged the duo as they tried to catch me, weaving through their magic. I grasped the knob and pulled the door open, burrowing into the hoodie of the Papyrus, who stood shocked and confused, as I cried into him. Why? Why did it hurt so much? Why did I miss him so much? What was he to me in the life before?

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"what th- b-blueberry?" I shook my head, unable to answer over my own sobs. His entire form screamed exhaustion and pain. He seemed lost in it. I could tell he'd been hurting himself. I could smell the dust. I wanted to make him feel better, make him feel happy. He crouched down and picked me up, carrying me to the couch. "hey kid, what's wrong?"
"H-hurts." I clutched my chest. Why does it hurt so much?! "careful carrot, he's horror's son." Ink scent commented. The one called Carrot tensed. "horror had a kid?"
"not now. bitter is seriously in a lot of pain. he's not faking this." Dream stated. "so what, heal him?" Ink scent stated. "I don't think healing magic can fix whatever is happening to him, Ink."
"I-I know you. I know you." I cluched Carrot's hoodie. "I know you.." Carrot didn't know what to do. He didn't know this kid, but apparently he knew him. He hugged him. "ok, ok i understand. how do you know me?"
"Dreams.. before the hurting, murdering. I- I dreamed of you.." Not creepy at all. "you should rest, kid. maybe it'll help ya feel better?" I nodded. "Hurts.." I nuzzled into the hoodie and started to drift off, the pain in me soul disapating as I did so.