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make believe

Connor knows the black shadow is real, not a fragment of his imagination, for Troye sees it too. But what he does know, is that the sword in his hand is.

"Oh no! He's going to get us!" Troye screeches dramatically and Connor laughs. Troye loves when they play with the shadow.

"Not if I'm here, fair sir! I shall chop him to pieces with my middy sword!" Connor replies as he walks towards the shadow that seems to silently mock him. Troye giggles before stepping forward with his torch, his make believe torch, and swings it.

"You shall not fight alone my fren!" He screams and his voice echoes through the attic. Connor shoves his shoulder with his own.

"Thank you."

Connor loves Troye as Troyes the only person in his class to not shun him when he said there was a shadow in his attack. Instead, Troye asked to play. Connor was relieved when he had asked.

Troye smiles softly before sighing.

"To bad this is make believe." Connor eyes widen, his long metal sword pointed towards the demon.

"Make believe?" His vision focuses on the shadow. It laughs and Connor shivers.

"Yeah, if there were a real demon here I'd be so scared!" He laughs and something dawns on Connor.

This whole time, this whole time as in the last week since Connor invited him to the attack to see the shadow, Troye has never really seen the demon that Connor thought was harmless tell now. Connor suddenly fears that his imagination isn't enough to fight the demon he guesses only he can see.

"Oh." The shadow advances, standing right in front of him, staring down as he runs a single claw down his cheek and he whimpers.

"What's wrong?" Troye asks.

"He's-He's right in front of me."

"Ohhhh," Troye says with a giggle. "Just stab him." Connor tries.

"It's not w-working." He says, now on the verge of tears. It's all suddenly real. He's not a simple boy, playing a simple game, with a friend who he now knows he can't protect.

"What do you mean? Anything can work if you want it to. Are you okay?" Troye asks nervously. His body's now turned to Connor and as the demon focuses on Troyes fair, delectate features Connor can feel his heart clench.

"I'm fine!" He says loudly, gaining the attention of the demon. It smiles wickedly.

"Okay...I think I'm going to go home now." He says and Connor nods, also wanting to leave as everything is suddenly more real. They turn to leave, sword and torch abandoned.

"Not so fast, angel." The demon speaks and as soon as the first word leaves its mouth Connor screams at the top of his lungs. The voice is like nails on a chalk board as Connor covers his arms.

"WHAT?!" Troye asks, pulling at Connors wrists. When his voice dies out, Connor sobs.

"He's not gonna let us go! He wants to kill me!" Troye rolls his eyes.

"Come on Con, I'm done playing."  Connor whines again.

"I'm not playing! Why don't you believe me?" He yells and Troye shrinks back as the demon wraps an arm around Connor shoulders from behind.

"You're scaring me." He whimpers and Connor gulps.

"Tell him to leave, he's not what I want." Connors lip trembles.

"I'm sorry Tokky, you have to go." Troye gives him a skeptical look before straightening his back.

"No." Connor sighs. He's always been like this, stubborn and disobedient.

"Please." He pleads and Troyes shakes his head.

"Fine, he'll just have to watch." That's when Connor feels the sharp push on his lower back, Troyes eyes darting to his stomach in fear.

"C-con...Why'd you do that?" Connor looks down. There in his stomach is a knife, supported by his hand. He gasps. The demon laughs.

"I-I need to tell momma." He says urgently but before he can turn he freezes in shock as Connor grabs his ear and pulls it off. Just like that, the flesh snaps off and as a single tear rolls down his cheek Troye sobs.

"Stop! Stop it now Connah!" He pleads, putting his hand over the wound where the knife once was. But Connor knows he can't, he doesn't even try, for the demon is controlling his every move.

His thin skin isn't meant to play this game.

"Go." Connor crooks as his blood spills over Troyes hands and down his own face.

"NO..t-this is all pretend. Stop pretending." He pleads.

"What a brave little boy you've brought Connor...to bad this is the last time you'll see him." And with that he crumbles to the ground, Troye leaning over him.

And it's sad to think that even at 7 years old, Connors last thought is his incapability to protect Troye. Because as Connor lays dying he watches the demon rest a hand in his soft curls, just waiting to take the sweet innocence and bathe in it like holy water. To baptism himself in what Connor will never know.

And now, Troye too. And it's all his fault.

What a cruel way to die.

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this has been on my laptop forever so i thought why not (: