My Digital Escape One Shots

Genocide - Part Two

Knock knock knock

There was someone knocking on your door. At four in the morning. You were beyond pissed, getting up and stomping to the door. You swung it open and...

Oh.

That kid from the day previous was knocking on your door. He looked tired, his clothes covered in dirt. He smelled like roadkill.

"May I please have a glass of water?" he asked hoarsely. You nodded and opened the door a bit wider, allowing him inside. He stumbled over to your couch, sitting down on it with an exhausted huff. His breathing was ragged, and even though you barely knew this boy, you were genuinely worried.

You grabbed a glass out of your cupboard and filled it with water, handing it to him. You watched him chug it down quickly, his thirst still seeming to be unquenched. You filled up a pitcher with ice and water, bringing it back to him and filling his glass once again. He chugged it down.

"You shouldn't drink it that quickly," you said softly. One might even say motherly. "You'll make yourself sick."

"Let me guess, you won't want to clean up after me if I get sick?" he sounded bitter, even a bit resentful. His exhaustion was extremely evident in his voice.

"No, I just don't want you to be sick. If I am to train you to be as heartless as I, then you must learn that you have to put more heart into certain things, that way you can put none into others, making you less likely to become entirely insane and schizophrenic."

"I'm too tired to understand what that means."

"It means, care for certain things more than others so that when those other things are gone, you won't care."

"I see." He seemed to be drifting off as we were talking.

"Go ahead and go to the spare room. It's all yours now. Decorate it when you've rested up. I'll set some towels outside your door and I'll put a new pitcher of water on your side table so that you can have something to drink in the morning. Sleep as much as you can today." He nodded slowly and sleepily. He attempted to stand up, nearly falling over. You got up and caught him before he fell, helping him the the room. You laid him in the bed and helped him get out of his shoes and jacket. You pulled the covers over him and went to grab the pitch of water and glass off the table.

"Thank you so much," he said as you placed the water on his side table. He was barely awake, his vibrant blue eyes barely open. You smiled lightly.

"No problem, Johnnie."

*time skip, brought to you by my bf Patrick Love*

"Johnnie, I don't know if you're ready to go out with me on one of these things," you said as you prepared to leave.

"It's been six whole months, Y/N," he said in exasperation. "Am I ever going to get the chance to help you?" You bit your lip.

"Johnnie...please don't fight me on this..."

"Why? Is it because you don't think I'm good enough? Is that it? Am I just not good enough for this?"

"Johnnie, that isn't why I-"

"No, save your pity. I'm leaving. I'll just go back to that desert and pray that the buzzards come for me."

"Johnnie, stop acting like a five year old and-"

"Goodbye."

"Johnnie, I'm fucking worried about you, okay?" Your voice was loud, and it cracked noticeably. You were fucking upset beyond belief. Johnnie stopped in his tracks, his hand on the doorknob.

"What?" His voice was quiet and gentle.

"I'm worried that something will go wrong and you'll get hurt. I'm worried that I won't be able to protect you and keep you safe, and that if we get caught that you'll go down with me. I care so fucking much about you, Johnnie. And here you are throwing a goddamn temper tantrum all because I'm worried sick that the only person I've ever been able to fall in love with could possibly be hurt."

"Y/N..."

"No. Just go. You said you were done with my bullshit, so just fucking leave. They always leave. I just hoped that you wouldn't be-"

You were shut up with a kiss. He approached quickly and without hesitation, pressing his lips forcefully against yours. His tasted of citrus, lemons and oranges with the sweetest tang of honey and sugar. It was magical. You kissed back as soon as you gathered your senses, wrapping your arms around him.

You two never did go out to kill that night. In fact, the two of you never went out to murder again. You were happy, and you didn't want anything to get in the way of that.

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I DIDN'T UPDATE ON THURSDAY AND I APOLOGIZE. MY DAD WAS BEING AN ABSOLUTE CUNT BAG AND I JUST COULDN'T TAKE IT.

Good news, I'm gonna update again later. Maybe it'll be directly after this, maybe not. But it'll be today.

Good/bad/idek news, the next oneshot has what I said I'd never write, and dear God is it interesting.

Ttyl guys.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett