(Ranboo PoV)
The killer stared at me for a few seconds before taking off his mask. Behind stood one completely white eye with a deep vertices gash on the left and a faded green eye on the right. He had many burn marks on his face some more prominent than others. Broken lips and a bloodied chin followed further down the face.
Freckles stood over his cheeks and nose but were faded and covered by scarring.
The face looked so similar yet so battered and broken it was hard to tell. Behind those eyes stood a love filled and proud gaze but yet, bitterness and resentment swarmed it.
I was knocked out soon after that though.
When I awoke I was sat down in my childhood home. On my childhood bed. I was wearing overalls just like a pair I had when I was a kid.
The bedroom was as if it had been frozen in time. It looked exactly like it did the day I left. It was never redecorated in my 18 years of living. Father didn't have the money or the time. I think it was because I shared my room with my brother. Didn't want to reward him as well as me.
I looked around a bit and too my surprise the bedroom door wasn't locked. I walked down the stairs slowly to find, not a monster murderer, but a young man in his twenties cooking breakfast. He had bright piercing green eyes and his face was scattered with freckles. He had a light green jumper on and some black baggy jeans. He looked like
Like
Like clay
I wanted to go over there but I felt frozen on the spot. He turned to face me. Eyes piercing my skin. He walked over slowly and guided me too a kitchen table. There sat one other at this table. My father. But not his ashes. His body. He died a few years back and I held a funeral for him. I thought it was really him. It wasn't. Someone had taxidermy my father. Stuffed him. His rotting corpse.
It made me want to scream.
The man then took something out of the cupboard. I didn't know what it was.
A few seconds later he appeared behind me and held me down in the chair strapping me too it. I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth.
He then spoke
"What a lovely family gathering we have. The perfect father. The wonderful son. "
"And the older brother"
"Now where should I sit"
"I know. I'll sit right next to my favourite brother. Now what's for dinner. Oh I have an idea. . .what about your favourite dear brother. . .fire"
No. . .no, no no no no.
He lit a match playing with it in his hands
He wouldn't do it would he?
He would
The match was thrown into the table as he sat down. The fire spread in a matter of seconds.
"Oh and one more thing. I covered these chairs in gasoline."
The fire reached my seat as it engulfed me. I screamed and screamed as my flesh burned and my blood boiled. I felt searing pain flood my systems as my childhood home crumbled.
"WHY"
I screamed
"You were always the favourite. Dad never loved me but you were his everything. I wanted us all too be happy. So I killed your friends. I didn't want anyone getting in the way of me getting you back. You were the only thing I had. Father only cared for you. He didn't even pay for my funeral. I did. I payed for my own fuck!ng funeral. Your other friends Tommy and Tubbo. A friend of mine is taking care of them. Making sure they're fine from the picture so it can just be me and you again. We can finally be family. Together forever. This time we can pay for our sins together, you'll finally be punished for being the favourite."
You forgot me after my 'death' you couldn't be bothered to remember the person who raised you. Father only became a good dad after my death. Before I was the one who raised you! Walked you too school, made you food, paid for your clothes. Everything. It was only after my death where he took care of you"
This time though, i'll actually die in a fire. Though this time you won't forget me. We'll die together"
"I never forgot you! I kept your cards and ypur presents. I kept your ashes round my neck on a necklace. Everywhere I went you came with me. Everywhere. I never forgot you. . .i would never forget you"
"You're just lying to me. Just trying to trick me. This is it for you and me. A fire-ry death for two brothers who deserve it. We die now. And we die together"
And with that I burned to death
(I know the endings kinda insane but dreams insane so what the heck. That's a wrap)
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Generation loss au continued
FanficA continuation of generation loss au by ghostly_writer, for the first 12 chapters you need to read their story before this one. I have permission from ghostly_writer to continue this.
