The Sixth Sense but it's Karlnap

Scarecrow

cw blood/goreish

Curled under his warm covers, Karl held Dream tightly to his chest, his eyes wide open as his mind wandered to nothing. He'd tried to sleep for so long that night, but he'd given up long ago; he guessed it must be 2, maybe 3 in the morning and there was no hope of feeling awake for school later. Maybe that wasn't so bad though, he could fall asleep during some useless lesson instead of enduring the constant taunting of almost anyone who looked his way, yeah, that sounded good.

The last few days had been excruciatingly slow, for once he'd actually wished Quackity would knock on his door, at least his teasing would pass the time, but his mum insisted he stay home after what happened at Wilbur's. Not that he blamed her, of course, he had 'unexplainably' passed out. Unexplainably wouldn't be the word he'd use though, perhaps the reason for fainting would do the same to her if she knew, was a better way of putting it.

Karl was very young when he realised the curse he would endure forever, he used to complain to his mum about people with blood watching him or waking him up. This was passed off as simply his childish imagination, but unlike that imagination, the people never faded as he grew up. It was a given that nobody would listen to him or believe him if he told them the truth, that's why he never did. Except Sapnap. But even now he wasn't sure it was the right decision. Sapanp didn't need to know, the honest relationship they'd built was ruined. Sapnap thought he was mad.

His mind went silent for a moment, and how he wished it didn't, as through the silence he just about caught the patter of footsteps walking down the hall. He held his breath and closed his eyes tight, hoping the noise would stop.

"Karl?" Someone said, their voice sweet and calm. He opened his eyes again, looking towards his almost closed door, a long, dark coat hanging over half the slim crack between the door and wall. From his bed he just about made out a pair of grey slippers walking away. His mum had a pair like those, thank god. Instantly, he uncovered himself and opened the door, a figure slipping into the kitchen, just out of view. The hall seemed longer at night, his sense of perspective skewed by the dark, but the kitchen light made it feel better. Purely out of habit, his steps were silent and careful, always on edge and ready to turn back.

"Mum?" He asked, the woman in the grey slippers turning around quickly. He froze as her deep brown eyes locked with his, hatred and anger radiating from her stare. That wasn't mum. She was never angry, atleast not around Karl, she cared to much to show that to him.

"Dinner, is not ready." She seethed. There was blood in her mouth. It was foamy and scarlet, it stained her teeth and pooled at the corners of her lips, the corners that met with deep gashes and scars, equally seeping with the same red liquid. Her face was meere inches from Karls, the blood dripping from her chin, he felt it warm and stinging on his arm as it drabbled onto his skin.

He didn't breathe, he daren't. Not even as she straightened herself up and continued to glare straight through him. Carefully, his foot moved behind him, silently trying to shuffle away.

"LOOK" Her hand latched onto Karl's shirt, pulling him closer again, her blood falling onto the white material in pools. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME" She shoved her arm into Karl's view, deep, deep cuts littering her pale skin, the red still oosed from it like they were fresh from moments ago and they smelt of rot.

The hard grip on his clothes was released, and she gestured to the wounds, shouting. Karl took this moment of freedom to bolt, running down the dark hall with fearful speed. His feet only made a quiet patter on the wood floor as he ran, the echoless hall silently tense.

Outside the kitchen, the woman stood, her gushing wounds glistening in the light behind her, her black, matted hair created a strawy silhouette, much like a scarecrow; there was a reason they were scarecrows.

Quickly, Karl slammed his door, but the long black coat stopped it closing, wedging it stiffly in the doorframe. By this time, Karl's vision was completely blurred by fearful tears and all he could see was a distorted figure only growing larger every second he stood in terror.

Tossing the coat to his already bombsite bedroom floor, he finally closed the door, fumbling nervously with the key until it clicked, locking him in, but most importantly, her out. He sunk back against the wood, his eyes full with gritty tears and mouth dry from scared gasps for breath. Looking to his shaking hands, he bit his sleeve, surpressing screams and sobs that would wake his mother; he couldn't have her know. His eyes were shut but hot water kept streaming down his face and onto his huddled up knees, a large patch of wet forming on his thin pajama trousers.

Ghosts always brought cold, wherever they went: cold. When the room suddenly goes cold and eerie, thats them, theyre everywhere. Lucky people can't see them. Karl thought himself hapless, cursed; whatever responsible for his being truly mad and evil. He often wondered how happy life would be without the burden, how he'd live calmly, how he wouldn't be afraid...

But, those were only dreams, fantasies, and they never shielded him from reality, even for a moment, a feeling of dread and fear was always in him somewhere.

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hiya guys, hope it was goreish enough for u if not ill edit and make it more, if u think i need to add summaries at the end of parts for if u skip for whatever reason then im happy too please ask :]

anyway hope u enjoyed have an epik day/night or time if ur in space or sm

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