Sinister One Shots

Milo × Ashley (❤️Ashlo❤️)

I feel the darkness around me before I even open my eyes. But when I open them I don't expect to see in the shadows a girl maybe a year or two younger than me staring straight at me. Her gaze doesn't waver for several seconds, her eyes seem to take in every detail of my face. Then, she turns to a wall, stretches out a finger that looked covered in blood, and paints my eyes into an already mostly-finished eerily realistic painting of me.

"Is this hell?" , I think.

"No.", the girl murmurs out loud in response to my thought, "But it's close."

I look around, and see pieces of things I remember from my life scattered around. I'm in the Sunday school room. But it's old, and shattered glass covers the floor. I hear squeaks and rustling from behind the walls, and know instinctively that they are my rats. On the walls are drawings my youngest sisters made. Drawings that are covered in bloody handprints.

"What do you see?", the girl asks, absentmindedly sketching in my lips on the wall with quickly-darkening blood. "It's a Sunday school room. We're in my parents church...", I start to trail off, because now I'm unsure. Now I'm starting to see things I somehow hadn't noticed before. A girl's bed in the corner, dolls and child's paint sets littered in the corners, spilled paint mixing with the broken glass. Had that been there before?

"Is it? I suppose you'll be tormented by different things. I usually see my bedroom, covered in my pretty paintings.", The girl grins in an almost demented way. "But I guess I see what you're saying. I do see Bible verses on my walls now.... And is that glass? Your place is messier than mine is. Anyway, you should see Ted and Peter's places! They're all wet, completely soaking, and you have to watch your step because there's alligators and live wires all over the place!", She babbles.

I couldn't remember having met the kids she speaks of, I somehow picture them in my mind. Ted, a little blonde boy in soaking wet clothes, and Peter... My age wearing camo and big black boots. I knew they were like me. Yes... I did remember. They were some of the ones who brought me here. They cheered me on when I put the toxic blood of an ancient pagan god in the cup my family would drink from. They promised I could be part of a new family, a family that understood me. We would be brothers of another kind. But now those promises seemed to have disappeared and all I had left was a crazy girl and a room full of blood and glass.

"Don't be sad. He still loves you. We all do." She murmurs sweetly, completing the painting and smudging the wall with her handprint like a signature.

"Who is 'He'?", I question.

"I think you know, Milo.", She smiles. "He saved you. He saved all of us!"

And somehow, I do know. The Boogie Man. In the time between my family's last breaths and waking up here, his presence was the only thing I felt in the darkness of my sleep. He took care of me. And there was no question about that. But what else had she said? 'We all do'? Why had she said that without meeting my eyes?

She was now admiring her work, taking in the bloody painting version of me, smiling absently at it. "You have a nice face. Good for painting"

"Thanks.", I say, and a small smirk finds it's way onto my face. Maybe she's crazy, but there was something about her I liked. Maybe it was her faith in the Boogie Man, maybe it was her blatant sweet honesty, or maybe it was just the way the blood streaks glinted in her long red hair. But if I had to be stuck with anyone in my personal hell, I was glad it was this strange little Ginger.

Author's Note:

Hey there, Sinister Kids! I'm back again after a little hiatus, and with me I bring lots of new ideas for new one shots and chapters! Hopefully y'all still love Sinister and Sinister 2 as much as you did last year, because I'm back with a vengeance. 😊😂😋 Anyway, if y'all have any requests or ideas please sound off in the comments, or even just if you have feedback or wanna say hi! I'd love to hear from you guys!

Love,
Lion ♥️