Peterick Oneshots

Wow, an update

                  "P-please, don't take him away!" Patrick screamed. His said in front of his dying cousin. He held the boy in his arms and watched as a cloaked man sneered at him.
"You think I'm going to lose my job so you your cousin can haunt you?!" The man said sounding very annoyed. He raised a big scythe over his head. Patrick flinched as the blade went into his friend's chest. He watched Pete rub false DNA and fingerprints on his cousin.
"I can tell the police!" Patrick choked.
"Yeah, go ahead, tell the police Death came and killed your cousin. It's obviously Hayley Williams. She left a knife, bloody footprints.." as he added more details things started to appear. There were no bloody footprints before he mentioned it.
"But she didn't do it!" Patrick sobbed and held his cousin.
"Call the police." Pete handed the tiny child a phone and disappeared into thin air.
            
              "Well well well, I bet you don't remember me but hello Patrick." The cloaked man said. Patrick stood over his victim in shame.
"I didn't mean to do it.." Patrick said quietly.
"Hey kid, it's okay. Everyone in hell has killed at least one person. Either directions from The Lord, or in their past life."
"But I'm not in hell!!"
"You will be."
"Why?!?"
"Well first you just beat up a kid to death, you're also gay."
"I'm not gay!!"
"You probably haven't noticed yet. But don't be ashamed, it's why I'm in hell too. Most people there are gay anyway, in around 70 years or so you'll fit in just fine." Patrick let out another sob. Pete wiped the tear away with his leather glove. Curiosity got the best of Patrick and he tried to pull down the anonymous figure's hood.
"Don't do that!" Pete hissed.
"But anyway, I advise you clean up and leave. Police will be arriving in... roughly 30 minutes." Patrick nodded and Pete disappeared.

       "So what, is this a hobby now?" The cloaked man asked Patrick. He sat over his second victim with no emotion in his eyes.
"I guess, it's a little relieving-and I hope that doesn't make me sound mad."
"You sound like an average kid in hell, your fine Patrick."
"Who are you anyway." Pete spread his arms and scoffed.
"Have you ever watched a fucking movie? I'm death you dumbfuck!" Pete said. Patrick laughed.
"I meant like, your name and shit."
"Why do you care?"
"I'm guessing we'll be seeing each other a lot." Pete smiled but Patrick couldn't see that because of the shadowy hood.
"Okay, I'm Pete."
"Why are you in hell?"
"I'm gay."
"My parents would kill me if I were gay."
"Aren't you though?"
"Fuck you, I'm straight."
"You're not. I have access to every file, every reason and death date."
"When am I gonna die?"
"That information is off limits too people who are alive." Patrick whines and pulls the knife out of his victim.
"Might I ask, who is that?" Pete bent down and looked at the tapered body. He could barely see a face.
"A rapist. I saw he'd broken out of jail on the news and something just snapped." Patrick said. Pete smiled.
"You don't deserve hell but, I'm excited to welcome you once it's time." Pete said and vanished along with the rapist's soul.

         "Mom! I don't need this!" Patrick whined as he was pushed into therapy.
"Hi, in Ms Jones, how are you doing today?"
"Fucking awful." Ms Jones laughed and wrote something down on her clipboard.
"So Patrick, how old are you?" She asked.
"15."
"Alright, so we're gonna do some exercises for your brain, okay?" Patrick nodded. Ms Jones pulled out the stereotypical ink blotches on paper.
"I want you to tell me what you think you see, okay?" Patrick nodded and looked at the paper.
"I see an ink blotch." Ms Jones laughed.
"Look deeper, maybe you see an animal."
"I see a gun." Patrick said. She held up another one.
"What do you see here?" Patrick frowned for a moment and inspected it a little longer.
"Death." Ms Jones cocked her head.
"What do you mean?"
"Like Death, you know, the guy in the cloak with the scythe?"
"Yes I know. I think that's enough of that." Man Jones sounded worried and put the papers away.
"What happened 6 months ago, on March 2nd?" She asked.
"A lot of things, I brushed my teeth, went to school fed my dog-"
"I mean the incident you had with another student."
Patrick nodded.
"He called me a fagtrick and fatrick so I beat him up.. and took it a little too far." Ms Jones nodded.
"Are you gay..?"
"No."
"What drives you to do it?"
"He'd been calling me fat and shoving me into lockers everyday. I was sick of it." She wrote more down on her clipboard. She nodded and looked at her watch.
"Oh geez, our session is already over!" She said and smiled at me.
"Goodbye Patrick. Your mom should be in the waiting area." Patrick nodded and quickly left.
"Honey! How was it?"
"Boring."
"Aw, I'm sorry. We're gonna stop by the gas station on the way home, you can get some snacks."
"Thanks mom." Patrick smiled as he got into his mom's camaro. He looked out the window and saw beautiful things. Trees, lakes, that kind of stuff. Things like that didn't exist down in the city where Patrick lived.
"We're here." His mom shook Patrick out of his calm dream state. He jumped up in excitement.
       His mom handed him a ten dollar bill before he went into the store. His mission was to buy pringles, ramen, ice cream, and Arizona Tea.
"Everybody freeze!" Someone shouted. Patrick froze and averted his gaze to where the voice emitted from.
"This is a stand up robbery!" The man shouted and handed a bag to the cash register.
"Fill it to the top with money." He said and pointed to the door. Two of his men locked it and stood there to protect it.
      Patrick and another guy were pretty much the only people there.
"Please." The guy's voice was strained. The man held his gun to the guy's head.
"The fuck did you just say?" All Patrick did was watch. The guy didn't answer so the masked man tightened his grip on him.
"Answer me!"
"P-please." And a bullet went straight into the guy's head. The two guys guarding the door laughed. The masked man smiled and pointed his gun at Patrick who dropped his soda on the ground in fear. He saw Pete appear behind the man holding a gun and even though Patrick knew Pete was coming to deposit his soul into hell, he felt safe. Pete held the gun in front of himself and shot the masked man in the back. He fell over and police started running in. Pete stared at Patrick right in the eyes before vanishing. Pete didn't even talk to him that time, just glared at him.
         Patrick was currently hiding under a sink. You might ask why, but you'll find out. He waited quietly and didn't even let a breath out. He saw the legs of this guy. He was known for flashing several girls in Patrick's neighborhood. The man walked into the kitchen and up to the cupboard next sink. Patrick quickly made a two deep cuts on the man's Achilles Tendons. He collapsed with no ankle support and let out a screech of agony. Patrick crawled next to him.
"Ple-please don't kill me I-I'll do anything!"
"Do you know why I'm here?" Patrick showed absolutely no emotion. The man stared into Patrick's dark lifeless eyes.
"I don't know!" He sobbed.
"You did very many nasty illegal things to young girls. Fucking pedo." Patrick said and held the knife above his head, aiming for the man's neck.
"I'll do anything!" Patrick lowered the knife and menacingly looked the man in the eye.
"Anything?" He asked. Patrick knew damn well he shouldn't be doing this, but curiosity was getting the best of him.
"Suck me off." Patrick declared. The man's eyes widened. After a moment the man nodded and crouched in front of Patrick. He slowly unzipped his pants.
           Patrick felt weird. He watched the guy blow him while he bled out into the floor. But if felt good, maybe it was a kink... maybe Patrick was just a psychopath slasher. He didn't really know himself. But Patrick threw his head back and let out loud orgasmic noises. They finished off and the man weakly fell on the ground and coughed up blood.
"Okay, well let's get this over with." Patrick held the knife above his head once again.
"But I sucked your dick!" The guy sounded hurt and betrayed. But Patrick didn't really care, it kind of fueled him more. He plunged the knife deep into the man and felt a.. smile coming on? He let the smile stay since he was alone. Patrick turned around smiling but froze when he saw Pete standing there.
"Dude, that was gnarly. Looks like some fucked up shit I'd see on pornhub." Pete said and laughed. A tear ran down Patrick's cheek. He felt crazy and broken. He felt like a mirror. You can always put the pieces back together but you can still see the crack in that motherfucking reflection.
"Patrick are you okay." Pete's mood changed and he rushed over. Patrick felt Pete rest a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm a fucking psychopath." Pete groans.
"Do I need to tell you again? Hell is fucking great. This life doesn't matter and the shit they teach you here doesn't matter. People on earth have absolutely no sense of right and wrong." Pete complained.
"I feel useless." Patrick whimpered. Pete quieted down and faced Patrick.
"You're not useless." He said in a tiny broken voice."
"Prove it." Patrick said coldly and glared deep into Pete's jet black eyes. Pete leaned in a little closer. Just taking it slow to... introduce the idea. He leaned in closer and Patrick wasn't stopping him. Pete lightly kissed Patrick's wet lips before disappearing.

Wow this fatass actually updated!!! I know I haven't updated and five months aND I'M VERY SORRY but I'm gonna try to get in the hang out weekly updates. I also hate myself, I stole a quote from Lady Gaga's telephone music video.

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