Short Stories

~Pushed~

(This has no link to the previous story.)

Sat on her bed, huddled into a pink sweater, was a broken brunette called Mabel Pines.
Sat on the floor, hands in the pockets of his yellow tailed coat, was a grinning blonde named Bill Cipher.
"Why?!" She screamed at him.
He grinned wider, if possible. "They deserved a it."
"No."
"No, they didn't." She whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.
"You want my real reason?" She nodded, oh, how she wished she hadn't.
"Truth be told, shooting star, as you managed to keep me from possessing you but still made a deal with me, therefore I'm connecting to you in a way, which also means I can't kill you, so I'm driving you to it instead.... By slaughtering your loved ones....." He chuckled at the end, running a hand through his silk-like hair.

"You get you wish...." She said, sounding defeated. He let out a small 'Yay'.
As she got from her bed, he got up from his spot on the floor. She walked to the window, unlocked it and stepped onto the ledge.
"May I do the honours?" Bill practically purred, his cheeky flirtatious voice rang in her ears.
She nodded and after she did, she soon felt two gloved hands push her of the ledge.

She didn't scream, it was her choice.

Down she fell, she expected pain. But it never came, just a bone chilling crunch.
Crimson liquid was all around her, she watched as people gathered around her mangled body.

One man caught her eye.

He was a blonde, wearing an eyepatch, top hat, a bow tie, mostly yellow, but one feature caused her dead body to get chills.

He was grinning.