The Dream House Part Fifty Nine
TW: Blood, attempted murder, gore.
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Third POV
"Jimmy." Karl called, opening the front door.
"Karl. May I come in?" Jimmy replied.
"Mhm. Let's talk in my room. Some might be streaming." Karl said, knowing full well Dream said he was going to stream at this time today.
The both of them walked into Karl's room, thinking no one saw them. Regularly, most of them will only be in the living area after noon.
"I'm not going to even waste my time. Do you have the money or not?" Jimmy asked softly, locking the door behind him.
Karl tried to keep his fear inside but Jimmy's existence in his room made his blood run cold.
"I don't. I already told you, I'm not scared of you or what you'll do."
"You're lucky I'm leaving you alive first." Jimmy uttered under his breath.
"I should be the one to kill you for what you did to my family 4 years ago!" Karl raged, trying to keep his volume just under a yell.
"What the actual fuck do you mean by that?" Jimmy retaliated.
"My brother. I told you he died in a car accident, right? I lied. You collided your car into his."
"I do that a lot but as far as I know I never knew anyone other than you with the last name Jacobs."
"Is that right? Have you killed a Sean? Sean Jacobs."
"I never knew his last name nor that you were related to him."
"Well, I was."
"You're just giving me more of a reason to kill you, you know that right?"
"I know you won't kill me. Not like you even brought a weapon." Karl scoffed, seeing Jimmy pull out a short but sharp curved blade from his pocket.
"That looks pathetic to be honest." Karl let out a nervous chuckle, though he was more scared than he showed.
Karl's POV
"I know right? But apparently this could kill someone in one stab. Wanna test that theory?" Jimmy smiled menacingly.
"I don't think you'd do it."
"Give me one reason why you think so."
"Your reputation on the internet. It'd be ruined when you get caught."
"Sean wasn't the first person I killed. I made a mistake once and almost got caught but then I changed my name to Jimmy Donaldson and came here! I can get away with anything." Jimmy ranted, slowly bringing the blade closer to my stomach as I backed away.
Okay, I admit, I was quite scared but I knew what was about to happen. I admit defeat and I'd rather it be me than anyone else. I gave away what I knew so he'd have no choice but to kill me first. I can fight back but there was no way I saw myself winning this.
"Why are you telling me this?" I shuddered, hitting the corner of my room.
"Because it's over." He whispered, impaling me with the blade.
I swiftly grasped the knife from my back pocket and slashed him before he receded quickly. I realized after it was a bad idea as he pulled out the blade from my body. I got distracted in agony, looking down to see an opaque red fluid, freely flowing but denser and more viscous than water. Seeing I was distracted, Jimmy stabbed me in the chest until my legs gave out.
I gave a fretful whimper in misery as I lay limply on the cold, hard ground. My visions start to blur, blood continuing to ooze out my stomach and chest. Everything hurt, I felt weak and I couldn't move or try to save myself. "It's all gonna be over soon." I told myself. True enough, my visions turn pitch black.
Third POV
The first thing Quackity did when he woke up was check his phone. The bright screen showed 11:37am, and a text from Karl saying 'Sorry for disappointing you. I love you <3" sent 5 minutes ago. Quackity felt terrible.
"Karl didn't disappoint me, I was just being my sensitive stupid self. I should be the one apologizing." Quackity thought to himself.
He left his phone where it was, then paced tiredly out his room. He heard loud chatter and yelling coming from Dream's room, aware he was streaming. He proceeded downstairs to Karl. Seeing a figure walk into Karl's room in the corner of his eye, he seemed familiar but Quackity didn't get a good look to know for sure.
Giving a dazed look of bewilderment, Quackity walked towards Karl's room. He was puzzled yet illogically afraid. Quackity pushed open the door timorously. Seeing his fiance unconscious and bleeding out, he let out a short but sharp gasp. He didn't know what to do. Quackity wanted to help, he wanted to say or do something but not a word left his mouth. He stood transfixed, lost in emotion.
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