Tommyinnit One-Shots

Merciless Rest. 2

Note: I'm so sorry that this took so long to get out! I've been so busy so I haven't been awhile to write as much ):

Though this is the final part of merciless rest! I hope you all enjoy!

Tw: mutilation, describing a dead body, major character death, cannibalism, drinking.

She was running, she didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to get away.

  The shadow-like figure seemed to catch up to her in no time, not seeming to run out of breath. Of course, she didn't think she would die this way-

  Kristin was coming home from work while Phil, her husband, was working late again. Of course, she knew that when he took this case that he would be home later.

   Since Phil had been working on those types of cases and had warned her about staying out late. Those lifeless bodies were no joke, barely unrecognizable, and families mourning.

  She didn't mean to stay out late, she lost track of time.

  Sobbing, tears running down her face. Her makeup was ruined, her mascara running down her face.

   The town surrounding the forest lay asleep, while the forest is wide awake. Eyes watching, carefully catching her movement. A headache starting, always feeling eyes on her.

  She didn't want to die. Grabbing her sides as she lay beside the tree, she kept sobbing. She laughed at the irony, that her husband would find her body. She would cause pain, the guilt of not doing enough.

She didn't have to look to know that he was here, as a form as a teenage boy with blonde hair but once in the forest his true form was shown.

  A shadow figure, not being able to distinguish a face. Only piercing eyes glancing at her misfortune, almost mocking her dying.
 
   She couldn't scream, her leg inside the monster's mouth. Blood gushing out of the sides, she couldn't feel her leg. Her leg was gone, she felt tired.

Soon fell onto the ground, while the monster was eating her leg. She couldn't look at the sight, the egg mcMuffin she had the morning came up.

  Her throat felt sore, tears dried onto her face from crying so much. She was tired, she knew it wasn't too long before she died from blood loss.

Her eyes went unfocused, the background looking blurry. She wondered why she was picked? She had a husband, who was worried sick about her. Tears welled up.

A buzzing sound went off, she desperately trying to grab it but soon gave up as not having enough strength to grab it. Soon after the song went off, it started again.

It seemed to annoy the figure as it was stepped on. She knew this was the end, her phone is broken and she doesn't have a leg anymore.

   Soon the world went dark, the figure eating the rest of the body. As no one  would find her.

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WILBURS POV:

   Him and techno had started to look for their brother, but they hadn't found much. They looked throughout the forest during the day, it looked like Tommy had not existed.

      The forest looked peaceful in a way, the sun shining down on them, animals looking at them curiously. Though during the night it seemed to be the opposite.

    He couldn't remember the last time he saw Tommy, if he would ever get to see his little brothers laugh. If he would listen to Wilbur's guitar playing, no one would have touched Tommy's room. It was left untouched.