3rd Person POV (Warning: Slight Murder Thing)
"Rain, rain. Go away. Come again another day." The small child sang while skipping down the alleyway. She had gotten locked out of the restaurant her father owned which caused going another the back being her best bet to get back in. Or so she thought. It was raining, not to hard but not light. Once she reached the trash area she took a break, when she didn't need one. But the only thing is, that was the last time she was seen. A shadow appeared in front of her. Block the small amount of light in the alley.
"Hi?" The small child said confused that someone else was in the alley. The figure was very tall, about 7'0 tall or maybe even a bit more. Unknowingly to the child, the figure had a butcher knife behind it's back. "What's a small child like you doing out here....", the figure started but trailed off once it started too look around for something. Or a form of someone.
"I was going back inside because I was locked out by some meanie kids. They don't like me." The little child said while pouting a tad bit. That wasn't a lie. The other kids that came to the restaurant regularly didn't like the fact that she was the owner's daughter and could basically do whatever she wanted.
"I see....so what's your name?" The figure asked. Now, anyone with common sense wouldn't respond and leave but this is a small child. Six-years old to be a exact. "My name's Charlotte but everyone calls me Charlie! What's your name?" She said standing up to shake the figure's hand. They chuckled slightly but darkly before answering. "I don't exactly have a name but you can call me "Dave". We can go with that."
"Oooo. That's a cool name. What are you doing out here? Did you get locked out too?" Charlie questioned "Dave". Unknown to her, her question would be answered but that wouldn't be the only thing she would get. "Well, no. I was taking a stroll and happened to come down this alleyway. May I ask, how are you going to get back inside?" He questioned the naïve little girl. She had no clue of the malicious intent that was behind the question.
"Imma go knock on the door and then get let in. It's right over there" She told him pointing to the darkest part where a door was along with another set of trash cans. The man hummed in response before saying, "I can walk you down since it's very dark down there." The girl pondered his offer for about two seconds before agreeing and starting to walk down. The mans face changed into a twisted smile as he pulled out his knife and followed her. The would be the last human interaction she had. And it wouldn't be a fun one.....
Once they made it to about the next trash section, "Dave" took out his name and stabbed her right in the back. She screamed, falling onto the cold concrete. He pulled out the knife as she fell, standing there with the knife, waiting. Charlie crawled away from him, the pain she felt was more than she had ever experienced. She managed to flip around to look at her attacker. He stood there, no emotion in his face but a
sick, twisted smile on his face. He was happy, beaming with sick joy while she was terrified.
There were no words as he stepped closer and she tried to move back. Keyword, tried. Before she could really move away, he stepped on her leg with so much force he could have broke it. She screamed yet again, crying in pain. But the pain had only began. He raised the knife, he smile somehow growing to the point it didn't look human. He started to stab her, not a second without the knife slicing skin. The screaming was drowned out by the heavy rain. No one was gonna to go out said with that rain, which means no hope for Charlie.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes of stabbing and then she was dead. Tears and rain running down her paled face. The man was gone by now. As soon as the life was gone from her eyes, he was gone. Hiding the knife in his jacket and heading straight to his car and away from the murder he just committed. He had no remorse for what he did. No emotion and regret with the thought of the family that lost a child. He didn't care. He never cared about the people he killed. Especially not that brutal. Befriending the victim just to kill them. The camera didn't work in the alleyway so he was in the clear. He always way. He drove off, never looking back.
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Three days after his daughter went missing, one day after she was found dead in an alley by him and two weeks since he buried her. During that whole time, he felt nothing but pain. She was all he had left from his family. His wife and son died in a car accident 5 years earlier while he didn't have the best relationship with his sister anymore. He lost all the family he had. He was alone. Crying constantly while faking being okay.
He couldn't wrap his head around the lost. H could barely look at pictures of her without breaking down. He found what little footage was left from the alley of her and the murder. The audio was choppy while the video was barley visible. It was the bare minimum but to him and the people looking into the case, it was something tangible.
He was glad to have it, glad to have some bit of his daughter alive. The restaurant close down due to her death. It was said that they were "fixing" and "making better" robots to the public while it was to investigate. The small amount of audio that was mostly caught was his daughter saying "Rain, Rain. Go away. Come again another day."
That was it. Nothing more to it. She lightly sang that about two times. Nothing else about the footage was cared about by him. That small about of her voice and life was enough for him.
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"Rain, rain. Go away. Why couldn't she be here another day?" Her father said, crying. He couldn't stop. The tear flowed down his face as he was curled up into a ball on the floor of his bedroom. He wasn't alone. He's best friend was sitting there, holding him.
His friend was about 6'7, holding his 6'3 frame. It was basically a perfect fit, he fell perfectly in his arms, being comforted. The pair stayed together for what felt like hours but must have been 30 minutes before a phone started to ring.
They both turned to were the phone was but neither one of them cared. They cared about being together. Together they could get through this and find out who killed her.
No matter what.
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Finally got this done lmao- it's been what, a month? Whatever, I got it done lol.
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Helliam/Willry Oneshots + Random Scenarios
Fanfiction(💀lord knows when I'll have the willpower to update) Soooo- since I'm bored and have a lot of scenarios with this ship, I'm making this book.
