The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

Control

"Julchen, I'm home!" I call out, stepping in from the bitter cold, head high with enthusiasm. No one replied.

How odd. I thought she'd be home by now.

My head looked down lower. Eyes widening in horror, I step back at the horrid sight.

I fell to my knees. I couldn't stop screaming in agony.

It was her corpse. Head battered, too much to count, eye gouged out roughly and thrown against the wall, chest ripped open like wrapping paper, with insides streaming out like bloody string. The colour crimson painted the room and walls. I broke down. I was paralysed with sadness and fear. My body was a shuddering wreck.

I couldn't go on with this anymore. My knees were stained with her blood, my breathing quick and brief. Fear overwhelmed me. I leant over her mutilated body, tears streaming, and memories flooding back

"Don't do this to me. D-don't" I whispered, reaching out for her hand, staring at the intense amount of blood before me. I couldn't believe it. I was staring at the love of my life's dead body.

I reached out for my phone, and dialed the police. Tapping my phone, shaking as I pressed each individual number.

As I got connected to the line, I looked around me, panicking. I heard thumps. I heard noises. One every five second. Coming from all around me. I felt like running but I didn't know where to go. I gripped onto my girlfriend's arm and didn't let go.

"999, what's your emergency?"

Thump.

Thump.

"My girlfriend is d-dead. I think there's someone after me. Please h-help me."

The thumps increased.

I couldn't say anything. I was overwhelmed with fear. I saw a figure in the distance. Brandishing a butcher knife. With a sadistic smile that sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could run, the figure grabbed left arm forcefully.

I knew what he was going to do. I knew it.

"D-DON'T DO THIS!!" I screamed, kicking my legs in an attempt to free myself. Nothing worked. I was practically dead.

Chop.

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Gilen panted heavily, looking around at his surroundings. Nothing special to it. Just a small room.

Someone else was with him. Someone who looked... rather familiar. A lot like him.

"Hey, are you ok? I heard you scream a lot and... What happened in that dream of yours?"

Gilen was still overwhelmed with fear. He'd had to imagine this memory for around two years now, ever since he just woke up in a room, with people he would later know as friends. The sight he had to see that day was something he'd never forget. He couldn't, anyway. There were so many more pleasant memories yet... that one always sprang to mind.

"It was a memory, not a dream and I'm not telling you."
"Aww, come on! We're in this room together! We need to talk!"

He did have a point. They were in a room, shackled up to the walls. The two were opposite, and the room was quite small so their feet touched. There was no colour or natural light whatsoever, and the bulb in the corner faintly illuminated the room. Neither had the energy to stand up.

Gilen sighed, looking up at this oddly familiar man.

"Well, in my memory, I kind of walked through the door, and I saw my girlfriends-"
Gilen paused, shuddering in fear. He closed his eyes and stared down at the floor. "-dead body. I could see her insides and-"

"I'm so sorry for asking, Gilen." he apologised, quietening himself immediately.

An awkward silence started to form. Gilbert couldn't bear seeing this man cry. He was traumatised, it was crystal clear. He was hurt both physically and mentally.

He eventually calmed down, and was more open with his conversation, for once in his life.

"So, why are you here?" Gilen questioned.
"I disagreed with my ex-friend over your torture. I don't agree with it, and they are completely unreasonable and knocked me out." Gilbert huffed. He'd been knocked out alright, you could just see the bloody red mark just under his bangs and the small drops of crimson dripping from his forehead.
"You do know that they're using you, right?"

Gilen didn't even know what was going on anymore. Everything seemed so awful. His whole life was a mess. Now they're using him?

"Elaborate, stranger."
"With that stuff they injected into your arm, they're controlling you." Gilbert stated, looking him dead in the eyes. "You've got one night of freedom, right now. After tomorrow, you belong to them. And me? Who knows what I'll become. I'm no longer a nation. I could die in a week for all I know."

The 2p was utterly speechless. These people were out of their mind. There was no way of stopping them. This odd yet profound man was the only one currently by his side.

"I'm your 1p, Gil. I will defend you and your friends from the madness of my friends."

He seems like a worthy 1p. He seems like a good friend. I trust him.

I like a person who is as serious and brave as he is, yet has those rugged good looks.

Gilen rested his head down on the hard, stone floor, trying to get a good night's sleep after being cruelly reminded of his girlfriend's brutal death, as reliving that once was painful enough. He took one last look at his surroundings before finally closing his eyes.

"Good night, Gilen." a voice called out, just as he focused on his sleep.

"Is it even night though? I'm guessing so. Don't want to ruin the moment." the 1p whispered, so awkwardly and quietly, it could barely be heard by the 2p.

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"So, if you are my 2p, do you like birbs? I have about thirty of those smol fluffballs for some reason, all called Gilbird! Clever pun, eh? Except one's called Jimothy. I like that one. That one's got a little hat, I knitted it myself for it. It only took a minute or two but whatever. I could really go for a cookie right now, my brother makes really good ones, except one time he drew a little bird on it and I literally cried when I ate it because I'm a 5 foot 9 bisexual, manly trash can. So one time, I saw..."

Gilbert keeps on rambling on and on. Will he ever shut the FUCK UP? Sure, it's a welcome relief from my dead girlfriend, but do I really need to know that he's a pussy who can't eat a cookie with a bird on it without crying?

Oh give me a break, Gilbert.

((I DID IT. NEW CHAPTER FOR ALL.

Hello naughty children, it's time for DEATH~!✮

Tfw you are literal APH Satan and kill off your Queen in the worst way possible))