The Voices (Zero Creepypasta Fanfic)

Wrath, Blood and Omlettes

The three of us crept along the edge of the forest, checking out the road. After making sure it was clear, Jeff pulled his hood up over his face, I hid my face behind my hair and my sledge hammer under my shirt, hooked into my belt, and Puppet dropped to the ground, walking normally with his head down. We slowly made our way through the deserted streets, checking out the houses. Before long, we came to a nicely kept home, with sweet smelling roses and tulips hedging the yard. I smiled, tugging at the boys' sleeves.
"This one!" I whispered excitedly, hurrying up the path, and around the side of the house. I searched for a bit, before finding a tall tree growing close to an upstairs window. I motioned to Jeff and Puppet, and began to climb, limbs stretching like a spider. I reached the window, and realised it was the bedroom of a young girl, about 10 years old. She was asleep in her bed, breathing quietly. How sweet. As I reached for the window latch, that cursed voice spoke.
'You're not going to do it, are you Zero? Not a child! Please! Please don't make me do it!'
I snarled, furiously flipping the latch and sliding into the room. Why did that stupid girl always have to try and change my mind.
'Of coarse I am. She deserves it,' I hissed back to her. Alice began to scream and cry, useless as she was, trapped in my mind.
'Please, please, I can't take it anymore! I can't stand to watch you kill anyone else! PLEASE!'
Her screams of protest escalated as I neared the bed. I waved a hand around my head like I was swatting a fly.
'Then piss off! It would make us both happy!'
I quietly drew my sledgehammer out of my belt. I tilted my head as I watched the sleeping girl.
"Such a shame," I spoke out loud, tuning out the screams in my head, "Such a shame you have to be such a sweet child."
The girl stirred at the sound of my voice, opening her eyes sleepily. As she noticed me, her eyes flew open, all sleepiness vanished, replaced with terror. She opened her mouth to scream.
"Now now now," I scolded, "I just want to help you!"
I tightened my grip on Thor and swung, slamming the hammer into the quaking girl's jaw. Her jaw shattered, and blood splattered all over me as the jawbone was sent flying across the room into the wall. The girl let out a scream, one of the best ones I'd heard so far.
Since I new this would be my only kill, I decided to make it last.
"Well now, I thought getting rid of that jaw would stop you from screaming!" I taunted. "I guess I should try something else..."
Without warning, I swung my hammer at the girl's throat, instantly caving in and crushing her windpipes, leaving her chest heaving as she tried to take an impossible breath. I quickly grabbed a plastic pen off the girls' desk, ripping out the ink tube and stabbing the plastic into the child's throat. A gasping noise was heard as she took a painful breath. I smiled.
"See? I helped you breathe! Now what else should I do?"
I started to slam my sledge hammer down on the poor girl's kneecaps and ankles, rendering her immobile. The girl made a wet gurgle, possible trying to scream or cry, but all that came out was a small bloody bubble. I laughed.
"Gosh, this is fun! Let see how many seconds you can stay awake for!"
I began to count backwards from ten.
"Three, two, one, ZERO!"
I slammed my sledge hammer down upon the girl with as much force as I could muster, instantly crushing her heart and brain in one hit. Blood flicked onto my face, and I giggled hysterically.
Just then, the door flew open, and I turned towards it with a glint in my eye. It was Puppeteer.
He must have seen the bloodlust in my eyes, but he smiled and walked towards me, gently prying Thor from my bloody hands. I watched him as he tossed it to Jeff, who was strolling in, carelessly wiping his own bloody hands on his hoody. He grunted when he caught the hammer.
"Good god, how do you carry this thing!" He complained, clenching the hammer in two fists. I laughed.
"Weak," I coughed. Puppet laughed as well.
"So did you have fun?" He asked suggestively. I glanced over to the beautiful mess I made. And grinned.
"Oh yeah."

Once we were back at the mansion, Jeff walked straight to the fridge, and began pulling stuff out to make omlettes. I washed off my hands in the sink while Puppet leaned against the bench and watched me.
"So who was your first kill, and how did you do it?" He was asking. I smirked, remembering washing different blood off my hands in a different sink.
"It was Alice's uncle. He was a terrible man, a drunk and a douche. Since I was best friends with Alice at that time, I wanted to help her by getting rid of the man who was hurting her and abusing her. So I took over her body for a few hours, and smashed his head in with a sledge hammer. I found I enjoyed the feel of flesh and bone being crushed beneath the hammer, so when I took over Alice completely, I kept the hammer."
Puppet nodded, eyes filled with curiosity, while Jeff banged around with pots and pans, swearing as he burnt his hand on the stovetop. Puppeteer rolled his eyes.
"So about Alice," he began. I swore under my breath. I knew I shouldn't have brought her up.
"How did that work? You said you took control of her body, what happened to her?"
I sighed, and turned off the tap, grabbing a tea towel from the bench top, ignoring the noises my stomach was making as the smell of frying bacon reached my nose.
"I was originally Alice's imaginary friend. One of many. But I was her favourite. She believed in me. And that made me grow strong. But I took it too far when I caused her to run out onto the road, in front of a car, which turned out to be her parents returning from work. The car crashed, and exploded into flames. Alice tried to help her parent, but it was too late. After that, Alice pushed me away, tried to forget me. That made me furious, I began to hate her, the colour of the flames that killed her parents and caused her to forget me, and any friends or people who were kind to her. Anyone who got too close to her, I hurt. I made sure she was hated at school. Because every time she got made, her anger made me stronger.
Eventually she got to the point that something snapped in her mind. A little gateway opened, and I was able to take control for short amounts of time. Every time I took over, I was able to stay for longer, so more damage. That was when I killed her uncle, and she could handle what I'd done. I told her I was helping her. She snapped. I took over, and she disappeared."
I sighed, and pushed my hair out of my eyes.
"Or at least, I thought she did.
After a few weeks of non stop killing, I began hearing her voice. She would plead with me to let her out, let her take over again. Then she would be screaming at me every time I made a kill, screaming that I was a murderer and a monster, and that what I was doing was wrong. It was extremely annoying and tantalising at the same time.
But I just want her gone now. I would try anything to just...make her disappear! I want this body for myself, no voices. I just want to live my life. Alone."
Puppeteer's yellow eyes stared into my own white ones, and I blushed.
"I mean, without her," I corrected. He nodded understandingly.
"I get it. I would feel the exact same way," he comforted. He frowned for a second, then smiled.
"Maybe I can help you find a way to get rid of her?" He suggested. My eyes widened and I nodded enthusiastically. I already felt better when I was around him, and Alice didn't seem to speak while I was in his company. And he seemed like he could really find a way to get rid of her once and for all. I grinned as Jeff brought over a couple of plates of omelettes and bacon. I thanked him, and met Puppets eyes.
"Ooh yeah..."