𝐋'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞

Chapter 6: Bathroom Potions

The smell of blood was beginning to tattoo itself into your nose, and the garage was going to need a couple febreze sprays after this whole ordeal.

On a layed out tarp were the two corpses side by side, mangled up from your search and you had begun dismembering them to assemble them easier for disposal. You weren't about to alert anyone, using a saw was the only option.

So here you were, covered in blood with it seeping into your clothes and letting it rest against your skin as if it was water then poured onto you. It was evening and you told William you needed these gone by tonight, but the corpses before you had limbs of steel.

Out of a desperation of being glued to the ground on your knees grasping the aged saw, you call William in to help. You could really use a big murderous animatronic to rip these men to shreds.

"Are you not done?"

"Co si sakra myslíš?!"

"You want...help?"

"You need to learn Czech, because this is pathetic."

"Says the one on their knees covered in blood like you're bathing yourself with it."

His tone is cheerful and he inhumanly strides over. You roll your eyes to this comment, too tired to fight back. A couple of days ago you would've screamed at him for a response like that, now you didn't care. You found yourself not being bothered by his playful words, sometimes.

"Sorry, I should've just called you over."

"It's fine, besides red is such a pretty color for you, darling."

Oh yes, flustered and covered in blood this was what you imagined to be doing on a crisp October night.

Instead of saying anything else you scoot away and flop down on the concrete floor not caring for the blood you'd need to clean up later. It felt so cool and forgiving on your sore muscles and hot skin.

This wasn't the worst night, lying on the door listening to the sounds of limbs being ripped from bodies. William even said something to you that you didn't quite process, but his voice was too much of a comfort to pay attention.

The cracking and wet sounds melted together with the rustle of leaves on the autumn trees, and you even hear music coming from a house very far away. It's too nice not to fall asleep right now, so you do just that.

/ / /

When you awaken into the new day you find yourself on the couch. You get up in a groan trying to prop yourself and figure out how you managed to bring yourself there. Suddenly, it didn't matter when you remembered Will told you last night that today was the last day for getting remnant.

You haven't paid much mine to it, but it surely made you scramble off the couch now knowing you were late to it. There was no plan and absolutely no way you could get 3 damned remnants before night, but you wanted to do it so much now.

William had given you the journal containing the information for how they would get him out and you would be lying if you didn't say you were curious about it. From a scientific and spiritual standpoint, of course.

It felt entirely like a lost cause, and it was starting to rain. Hours went by with you thinking, wrapped up in a blanket on your bed contemplating how you could do this. The rain got harder and louder, and it was impossible to think.

There was even a weird, thudding noise that didn't sound like William's footsteps. You started to notice it didn't even sound like anything a storm would cause, it was a knock on the door.