Sweet, Sweet Memories (OC)

Chapter 3. Sweet Beheader

Kind of happy to actually lace a bit of plot through this story rather than let it simmer and turn rotten like before

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I began to feel comfortable now that I had met more of the residents. I was still next to the elvish boy, contemplating Jeff's drastic exit. What could the tall man have said to set him off? It ate away at me, and I found myself biting my nails incessantly. I took a sharp breath, and the short boy next to me took notice of my discomfort.

"What?" He muttered, focused on his game. His wide eyes followed the movements on the screen as he barely acknowledged me. I shifted, chewing on the inside of my mouth as my mind became cloudy with memories. I clung to what I had, trying to sort out who I was now.

"I'd rather not-" He cut me off abruptly.

"Come on, just tell me. I won't stop asking," He prodded, and I felt my blood boil. I didn't want to explain the horrendous thing I had done today to him, even if I still took pride in them.

"I just, give me a moment to settle in," I snapped back, and his lips curled into a grin. My judgement was starting to become overridden, and if he kept pushing it, I didn't know how I would react.

"Settle in? We're fucking murderers, there's no such thing as-" A blinding rage similar to what I had felt before filled my eyes, and I knew exactly what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed the boy's controller, yanking it away from him. He shouted in anger, reaching for it, but I slammed it into his face, and to my surprise, he fell onto the ground. I didn't know I had that kind of strength. He groaned in pain, holding his bleeding nose while I held the controller, a bit of blood on the buttons. I stared for a second before slowly clicking the pause button.

I didn't know how long had passed when a voice came from the hall, startling me. BEN didn't acknowledge him, but I dropped the controller in surprise, looking up to see a young boy around my age. He had brown hair with a pair of orange goggles hiding within it. Pulled below his face was a black and white mask, and he had a nasty scar covering the left side of his cheek. We stared at each other for a second before he spoke up, "Hello...?"

"Sorry," I sighed, dropping the controller on the green boy's face once again, "Not to you," I glared down to him, and he hissed back in an inhuman, threatening way that caught me off guard. I leaned back in disgusted, looking back to the brunette.

"He's p-pretty ba-bad," The boy chuckled, then narrowed his eyes, looking me over slowly in a calculated, more intelligent way than creepy. It still gave me goosebumps, "Who are you?"

"Sweet Beheader," I nodded with a smile, still riding an adrenaline high as I crossed the room to offer him my hand. He looked down in mild surprise, a smile gracing the tired boy's lips as he took your hand with a bandaged one of his own.

His handshake was firm, unlike how he shook and twitched every so often, "I'm Toby," He cracked his neck in a prominent, odd way that made me pull my hand back faster than I had intended to.

"Sorry," I smiled meekly, rubbing the back of my neck, "I'm not really-"

"Have you noticed we haven't seen a girl in the house in ages?" The green boy rudely and abruptly cut you off, injecting himself into the conversation Toby.

"Why does-does i-it matter?" He scowled, the edges of hips lips still raised in jest. I sighed, looking past the brunette to possibly leave the situation.

"Sw--.... B....Ead...?" Their voices swirled together as the world went black. There was a pressure on my back, and then nothing. I had fainted.

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