poison promises. [A BFB AU] [DISCONTINUED]

chpt.1

Four caught themselves walking to far, past the show limits. They had tried to go back but this they felt this force. This force in them was strong. Stronger than he could contain.

He felt weird, he felt controlled like a puppet on strings, begging and pleading to be left free. But time and time again, getting turned down by every offer. They gazed at their hands feeling like they didn't belong inside their own body. But they were them. Four was themself. They still had their powers and everything so why did they feel like this? Four grunted as he fell down to his knees. Their left eye turning green gradually as the light glowed in the dark like a night light.

Then Four felt liquid, it was warm, warm like a normal day on the show. But it's not day time. Four tried to stand up but the force pulled him down, Four felt the liquid even more as it started to pour into their hands.

Were they crying? Four couldn't tell as they couldn't feel a single thing happening. Their eye had now turned bright green and it glowed bright that humanly possible. They could now stand up, but it still ached. Ached like their head hurt. But nothing hurt. Everything is fine. If everything was fine why would he be crying? Were they crying? He didn't know. He didn't understand a single thing going on right now.

Then he started to walk. Walk to where? Four had no clue.

step, step, step, step.

Four felt themselves wanting to curl up into a ball and cry. Cry until all the water in their body drained out. They hated this force so bad. They didn't know what was going on but they hated every single second of it.

step, step, step, step.

Four noticed they were at the house of the Better Namers. Four silently opened the door, walking to the kitchen to grab a knife.

'what am I doing this for? I already have knifes at home..'

Four wondered, while walking upstairs. But then they realized they weren't themselves. They were this force. Taking over their body like a virus making you so sick that you couldn't move. But Four was moving, they were moving when they didn't want to.

Four stepped into Golfball's room, knife in hand. They walked over,

STAB.

"No..." Four uttered.

'why' was the only word Four could think of.

They just killed Golfball. This force made them kill Golfball. They couldn't believe it, The blood from Golfball's organs spilled out onto the bed, stained the sheets red.

the force wasn't done.

It began moving Four's arm up so it would slice Golfball in half like a pizza cutter. The knife in Four's hands felt warm, Four felt like this was okay.

But it wasn't okay, they felt like it was but it wasn't. Four is commiting a crime that they didn't want to do. They are being controlled like a dog. Being forced to follow every command. But Four stood there, knife in hand. Four felt like they had to grow accustomed to this, make it part of their daily life. And they accepted that.

and they don't know how long they'll have to do it.
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omfg I must've gotten possessed while writed this holy shit I don't usually write this long-

any who Golfball's dead l + bozo /j

572 words (holy shit)