FEAR GARDEN [ Regretevator ]

BOULDERS

! this chapter will be quite short. apologies..

Screaming.

Sobbing.

Everything. All at once.

Already? People already found their body? Jesus.

Poob stood up off the couch, groaning. The only thing on TV was Pilby. Pilby Pilby Pilby blah blah blah blah. Corpse found. No arms. Blahh blah—They were sick of it. But upset. Upset about what had happened. Their eyelids grew heavy. Heavier than boulders.

Thump.

"NO!—""Stop resisting. You're making this harder than it needs to be." He writhed in pain, taking my kicks to the stomach every few seconds. "STOP—FUCK-" He stuttered, his speech becoming slurred as he coughed. He tried to cover himself with his shaky arms but it was no use. Blood filled his mouth as I kicked him in the stomach once again. I tried to push him to the ground, but he was strong enough to resist.

I only kept pushing. And kicking. Screaming at the other to be quiet. He just wouldn't shut up. About his ex. About his kid. "YOU'RE MAKING THIS SO MUCH MORE FUCKING DIFFICULT. SHUT. UP." He stopped screaming. He stopped everything, I think. I guess screaming is a weakness of his?

While he was distracted, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my thumbs down onto his throat, holding my hands in the same spot while pushing him violently to the ground. He landed with a thud and a yelp, tears welling in his eyes. It seemed to hurt. So bad. But what can you do? He let out choked sobs, calling for his lover. "He's not here. What, do you expect W[ ] to just come and rescue you like a firefighter to a cat stuck in a tree? You really are pathetic, [ ]." I giggled to Myself, pressing my thumbs down harder onto his throat.

He cried as he struggled, reaching out for a soul that wasn't there.

There wasn't anyone there.

Nobody would come to save him, and that was the sad truth.

He looked absolutely helpless as he began to pass out, oxygen being restricted from his lungs. He fell to the floor, his breaths becoming shallow but sharp.

I pulled out my pocket knife from my back pocket, flicking it open. I began to carve. And stab. Whatever it took to kill wood.

A mannequin.

Poob gasped as they sat up, sweat dripping down their forehead. Thunder had awoken them from their slumber. They looked up to meet gazes with a worried Pest, staring down at their once unconscious body. "Are you alright? I walked out to make breakfast and saw you passed out." Poob nodded in response, sitting up and groaning. They cracked their knuckles. "I just didn't get that much sleep last night." Pest nodded. "I understand...have you seen what happe-""-ned to Pilby?...yea." They interrupted. Pest looked away. Partynoob sighed, then stood up.

Act like you care.

"I'm so upset..aren't they suspecting it's a murder?" They mumbled. They started to think about personal things. Their mother—who even were their parents? What happened to them? What do they look like?..do they even exist?

what have I become?—..

just to get the waterworks going.

    Warm tears filled their eyes, trailing down their cheeks slowly as they sniffled. "They were a sibling to me..I don't understand why someone would do this." Pest nodded, agreeing. Poob sniffled again and wiped their tears.

    "Uh," he stuttered. "I'm just..speechless. And confused..so confused." Pest grimaced and hugged Poob. The silence was loud. Poob let go of Pest and wiped their tears away again. "I have to go get food. I love you." Pest didn't have time to respond before Poob left, boarding the elevator.

...

Partynoob immediately clung to the railing in the elevator. Their breath hitched and their chest rose and fell in an uneven manner. Are they gonna get away with this? Their heartbeat only quickened.

..but what can you do? they're dead. get over it!

...right.