Motionless In White One-Shots

Traps (Ricky)

So I'm going to be doing something a little different. I'm going to do five stories (not including Josh unless you guys want to). Each story will have a very similar plot but with a different person. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to comment them. I already know what I'm doing for Chris and Devin, so some ideas would help. Also, how are you guys liking the little gifs? They're fun to implement but if you guys hate them, I'll use them less often. Anyway, enjoy!

(Warming: Extreme levels of torture)

I didn't know what I was doing anymore. His screams bounced off of the stone walls, echoing loudly and sinking into my mind while I tried to think. Trevor Dooley was tied to a sturdy, metal electrical chair in my deserted warehouse, his eyes swollen to the point where he couldn't see anything but the scabs and dry blood that stuck to his eyeballs. He had somehow managed to chew through the cloth I had tied around his mouth and was spilling profanities left and right. 'You're fucking dead! You hear me? I'll fucking kill you! You don't deserve (Y/n)!'
Snap!
There was that earlier insanity. (Y/n), the reason I was going to hell. I was curled up beside the door to his chamber, fingers curled into my inky black hair and fear lingering in my shaky breaths.
(Y/n).
She'd never forgive me for what I was doing to her boyfriend, but I had to. I couldn't bare to see her with the lying prick. He deserved it. He deserved all of it.

I remember how this all started.
(Y/n) and I were close friends, as close as we could be whilst still being platonic. We always slept at each other's houses, building forts, watching movies, playing games. We'd have all sorts of fun. Back then, it was just us against everybody else. All through kindergarten, we would stay away from the other kids- or more accurately they would stay away from us. I remember the things they used to say about me. They told each other not to go near me. They'd warn (Y/n), telling her that my dad was a murderer, meaning I was as well. She ignored the comments, telling them that I was a nice person.
When primary school rolled around, people didn't know about me. The teachers, however, always thought that I was trailing after my father. I was to blame for everything. When anyone got hurt, it was me who got thrown under the bus. (Y/n), however, defended me. If I was forced to go to detention, she'd sit there with me. Occasionally, she'd reach over and hold my hand, or she'd rest her head on my shoulder. She'd nuzzle my neck in the courtyard, mumbling tiredly about how we would be friends forever.
When we graduated, and high school came about, it was completely different. People swarmed around (Y/n), noticing how beautiful she was and practically begging her to sit with them. She was kind, and accepted their offer as long as I could come with her. They looked back at me, noticing my cold, lifeless eyes and pale skin. 'But he's so creepy!' They complained.
'Well, maybe another time, then...' (Y/n) smiled gently, stepping away from the pack of girls and creeping back over to me. I said nothing, only reaching forward and taking her hand in mine. 'Are you nervous? It is the first day of school, after all...'
'I'm not nervous. I just don't want the idiots here taking you away from me.' I growled, glancing around at the people wandering around like sheep.
'No one is going to take me away from you, Ricky. We're best friends. I'm not going anywhere without you.'