𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 // Short Stories

The Obsessed Pianist

Tw probably for mentions of abuse, death, and probably some other things. Mostly supposed to be an eerie, horror type of story based off of The Obsessed Trope. Idk if this will be any
good but...yeah.

Also this is what happens semi in my head, as in like those other announcements I posted months ago about someone trying to kill me.

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Ｉ ｍｕｓｔ ｈaｖｅ ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｉｎ ｈｅaｄｌｉｇｈｔｓ

Ｉ ｍｕｓｔ ｈaｖｅ ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ

Ｉｆ Ｉ aｍ ｎｏｔ， ｔｈｅｎ Ｉ aｍ ｎｏｔ aｌｉｖｅ．

Ｉ aｍ  aｌｉｖｅ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ a ｓｏｕｌ． Ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ a ｐｕｒｐｏｓｅ

Ｗｈaｔ aｍ Ｉ ｔｈｅｎ？

"Death is the mother of beauty"

As the stage lights turned on, a spotlight shining down on the couple who was slow dancing on the stage while piercing eyes watched them intently. The person leading the dance was giving a gleaming smile, almost a smirk but not fully. They then spun the person a few times again making sure the crowd was watching them.

"You are my other half. I am your other half."

They said to the other person, who gave a nod and then gave intense stares at each other.

"You know what you must have to do. Competition is everywhere, take them out. Take them all out. These...people, they don't actually like you. They say they do but you know it's not true, you know the things they have said to you. Fake. We go hand in hand, we dance intwined. We leave with a splash."

The other person said, their words and smile like venom to the person spinning them again and again. It was sickening, this person wasn't human, they looked human but...this person was not human.

"Do you know what the true meaning of perfect is?"

As they stopped spinning, dancing again, the small looking person looked at the ground, shaking his head.

"My dear child, look at me."

He looked down at this humanoid figures feet, their feet wasn't real. Why were their feet like that? Weirdly bent into shapes that wasn't human at all. The fear slowly settled in, looking around but calmed down looking up at the humanoid figure in awe, while they tilted his chin up, going down onto its knees having a soft look and sweet eyes he can stare in for hours on end if he dared too.

"You are perfect. But....you can be better."

That stinged. Stinged like the slaps they used to get from their piano instructor on their hands with a ruler each time they messed up a note. Stinged like the cruel words people use to say to them or even pretended to even like them. Their tears started to sting just like their words, falling upon his face as his breath hitched but they just kept giving a sweet smile, gently wiping his tears from his eyes.