pillow is taking a stroll. it's the middle of the night, the feel of the cool, crisp air brushed against her as stars gently illuminated her path. she sits gently in the dirt, drawing a pentagram with her finger.
"it'd be sick af if i could summon some demons right now.." pillow muttered.
she drew multiple things in the dirt. a star, a smiley face, a knife.
The sound of crickets chirping in the dense night was calming. and despite how chaotic pillow was,
she liked the night
she liked being able to slip into quiet darkness with only the stars and moon to highlight the sky. she liked staring up at the constellations and counting as many stars as she could.
she then spots book. seemingly, book can't sleep. pillow doesn't want to have to come out of her comfy dirt patch and talk to book. but she also sort of wanted to talk to someone, despite how much she enjoyed the comforting silence.
she felt a raindrop on her head.
and in the midst of this calm night, she couldn't help but feel a skin crawling sensation.
a pounding headache, feeling like her nerves were failing one by one, feeling like a stab wound.
it was terrible, she hated this sudden headache.
she saw a knife spawn in her hands. she flinched at the sudden vision.
pillow then got this head slamming echo in her head, her ears rang.
she just needed to kill kill kill.
and she didn't even know why.
she began to curl up and pray this headache goes away, she was enjoying herself right now, she didn't want to kill people at the moment, she was fine how she was. she'd already killed her whole team last week in an apocalyptic challenge. had that not satisfied her sick, twisted and disgustingly sadistic urges yet?
apparently not.
she slammed her head on the nearest object and groaned loudly, her finger no longer drawing profanities and symbols in the dirt.
she suddenly paused her sulking when she saw book. book approaches her and sits down next to her.
"hello, pillow." book greeted
"hi, book!" pillow responded.
god, she started to feel nauseous, she felt like puking any second.
she looked up to the stars, taking in the sights she saw.
she saw a shooting star. watching as it fell from the heavens, from its glory. watching as it fell behind the trees and out of sight.
in that short time, she'd closed her eyes and made a wish.
can i win this competition?
that was her wish.
she liked the silence between her and book. it was nice. she liked silence.
this was the calmest she'd been around someone in a while.
but god would that change.
the headache only worsened, the feeling of wanting to vomit got worse, she could feel the nausea creeping up her throat. the pure bloodlust, craving, undying need for murder was just pounding, screaming and echoing in her mind. she rubbed her head. wondering what she did to deserve this.
she did a hell of a lot.
and she's about to do a hell of a lot more.
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Bloody cravings | Tpot story
Fanfic"I LOVE MURDER!!!!" - Pillow Pillow is having a crave for murder like never before. She's had lots of random murder urges, but this is something new, it's an adrenaline rush she's never felt, and it won't take her long to act on it.
