𝔐𝔶 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔒𝔫𝔩𝔶: A Salvis Yandere AU

1. Start.

CW: mentions of blood and ED

Travis sits alone, in his dull room. A scent wafts over to him. Truly, a disgusting smell. The aroma comes from Travis's mother the red, oozing liquid spilling out of her throat as she weakly coughs blood into a handkerchief. Even though the smell is coming across the hallway, doors closed, Travis can smell it. A familiar scent. Almost home-like as it had been present in his whole life.

Travis is lonely, the pit in his stomach grows as the recurring thought of seclusion loops in his mind. Many things lead to another in that brain of Travis's. The solitude that wraps him in a not-so-nice hug is disheartening. But, this was a normal feeling, as it concluded with not having to deal with the obnoxious being of his father.

Although, Travis still needed a distraction.

He picked up a pen, embedded with lines and curves. It was his special pen he got when Travis purchased the notebook.

The ink sunk into the page, slowly forming a poem. Travis's hands freely moved as he wrote down his thoughts into literature.

worm

A small creature will give its all

It has no thinking, instead, it will give in to instincts

those instincts are to serve

and give into its cause

the creature wriggles in the dirt

gliding through the grass

"free."

it thinks

although it thinks, nothing is important to it

only what it was made to do

and a worm is made to serve

so again, it follows their instincts

but now

only now does it realise

what a fool it is

worm stops and actually thinks

but worm should not have thought

Worm has died, they have dried up

because Worm is not made to think

only to serve

Travis decided to write something quite abstract, not trying to create much of a form as how it was laid out. He wasn't quite sure what it was meant to be about, but all he knew was that sometimes even if you want to change, your past choices will always bite back.

At least that's what he thought it meant.

He closed the book, not having any motivation to write a new one.

Silence flooded the room once again. Instead, Travis accepted it. He left the desk he was previously sitting at and got up to move. Shuffling to his, Travis slides his plain, grey slippers off and lays on his bed. The blankets are comforting, it relaxes him. the light in his mind slowly flickers, the wick of the candle becoming smaller and smaller, the glow waning and waning until-