/One Last Laugh?/ /Lolbit x Reader/

/Chapter Nine/

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TW: Murder, hints of Cannibalism
Enjoy
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You saw their car in the driveway, making you worry even more than before. You left your siblings so they couldn't get hurt. But... you could.

Stepping out of the car, you noticed your neighbor peering out of their window. A strong glare in the gaze as you moved step by step. Being watched wasn't comfortable, but what could you do?

'Murder.'

You shook your head, no matter how weird it seemed. Sighing, you stepped up to the door of your house... well, not yours, but still. Opening the door made you be met with an immediate near death experience... again.

The knife landed on the ground outside the door, as you just stared at your parents. This wasn't the first time they've tried to kill you. It wasn't the second... or third time either.

Yep. This was the fourth time they've tried to fucking kill you. A sigh left your lips as you turned around to grab the knife. A mistake that's known to mankind. But, they wouldn't kill you in the open. Crouching down to grab the knife, you analyzed it. Dirt and wet grass stuck to the, now dulled, object.

"A knife? How original of you, mom..." Your eyes rolled as you stepped back toward the house. You stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind you. A soft grin formed on your face. "And... you know, I know how to use it. Dad's taught me well."

Yuri, your mother, did a sharp turnaround. "Tye!? Did you teach the bitch to use weapons?!"

Tye just let out a semi-nervous chuckle, he scratched the back of his neck as he subtly nodded. "I did... but I mad–"

"I don't give a damn what you did!" She turned around fully, her back facing you. Tye, see, he did hate you, but was much more... slick? He let you do a few things your mother wouldn't. Such as murder.

So! Seeing you sneak behind your mother with the dirty knife, he didn't say anything. All he did was keep Yuri focused on him.

There was a hidden rage in your eyes. They've both hurt you and your family for far too long. You couldn't... shouldn't let them live. Killing many of your siblings. Nearly killing you and Tiffy...

'This has to be done..' You told yourself. A soft sigh left your mouth before there was a gasp from your mother.

She swallowed harshly, feeling the sharpness against her throat. One wrong move from her, and.. slice. Her life would be gone. Not that she'd have one very long anyway.

Her eyes couldn't see you, but she knew. Yuri knew what you were going to do.. or... did she?

Not cutting too deep, you made a cut on her neck before pulling her backward. You stepped to the side, watching her land on the ground. She let out a groan before her eyes snapped upward to see you walking toward Tye.

He looked at you as if he knew what you were doing. And, I suppose he did. Tye took many steps back, ending up in the kitchen. He reached backward, finding the knife holder. Or.. whatever it's called.

Holding the knife steadily, he was ready to stab.. to swing.. to slice and kill. His breathing went quiet before it had turned into a glare battle between you both.

Keeping in mind your mother, still alive, you stepped closer to him. Somehow, you managed to let the knife fall from your hands. Yet... you weren't sure what all happened.

You... blacked out?

Only to awaken around dead bodies. Brief flashes of what happened appeared off and on in your mind.

'You held your arm, wounded and bleeding, but not broken. You sighed before swiping your leg. Poor posture was for an easy game. Sadly, this was supposed to be a challenge.

He landed on the ground with a sharp intake of air. He began to gasp.. trying to breathe.'

The rest of killing your father was a blur. You wished it wasn't... but it was odd, considering the keen memory you were kept alive for. You didn't remember...

'The soft pants of your mother made you turn around with a grin. The blood of your father dripping from your mouth and hands. You licked your lips clean of the red substance, awaiting the taste for more.

Yuri gasped at the sight of her husband lifeless and with missing limbs. Her eyes narrowed at you, and she grabbed the knife you had dropped a bit ago. Her hands shook. She wasn't used to knives. She was familiar with guns.'

And now you stood, blood dripping from your clothes, hands, and mouth. Deep bite marks were clearly dug into the skin of your mother. Your fathers limbs looked to have been chewed off by something.

Looking at the remaining flesh made your stomach growl. As weird as it seems. You quickly shook your head, suddenly feeling disgusted by your actions. The sudden want to throw up filling your throat.

Shutting your eyes, you ran to your room, seeing how bloody and horribly stained your uniform was. A soft gulp was heard faintly. You looked at yourself, not being able to recognize the monster you've made yourself.

But.. no. You weren't a monster! You just... did the inevitable! You did what was needed.... and.. right!

With a heavy sigh, you spent the next few hours cleaning the mess. Throwing your clothes in the operational washing machine, your parents somehow owned.

As it washed, you mopped and dried and threw out the mess. Knowing the neighbors were watching still, you couldn't walk out with those bags. You had to make it seem like a.. like a punishment of taking out the trash!

So, what you did was take their blood, dabbing it around your skin, making believable looking cuts, a typical outcome, and look you've had many times.

Leaving the house to throw the torn apart, parents didn't arise suspicion. Your neighbors are watching every move you made. A grin and an eyeroll was something you did mentally, knowing they'd get mad at you for doing such a thing in their mere presence.

There was only one problem now...

How the fuck would you explain the lack of parents to your siblings?!

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Heya

So... Murder! For you mentally ill readers that somehow wanted it... for some fucking reason.

Anyways, have a good Day/Night/Evening, my fellow weirdos!

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