A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Senbu Is A Fucking Psychopath

"Write a scene from three different POVs."

that wasn't the whole prompt but oh well

basically write the same scene from first, second, and third person is what i interpreted it as

slight gore warning ig  

Third Person POV

Senbu giggled childishly, grinning down at his terrified victim as he planted one heeled boot on the asshole's heaving chest.

"Aw, is something wrong, Magician? Huh? Is there? Answer me, Magician. What's wrong?"

"You," she choked out, and Senbu's smile grew even wider.

"Wonderful! Personally, I don't care for you whatsoever, but they it's what's on the inside that counts, right?"

Magician whimpered, not quite grasping what Senbu was suggesting. Finally, it dawned on her, or at least she thought it did. "You can't rape me!"

Senbu let out a maniacal laugh, his gray-brown eyes wild with the glint of a murderer. He wiped imaginary tears from his eyes as he looked back at her. "You really think I want to go anywhere near that filthy clit?"

She winced, glaring daggers at him until he glared back, subduing her immediately. She had to remember that he wasn't the innocent child she'd always thought he was, she had to treat him like the psychotic killer he truly was.

Seeing her distress, his face split into another deranged grin. The gleaming knife in his hands was gripped as if it was her neck, that same neck he wanted to crush. She shuddered, shrinking away from him, but the heel of his boot was lodged between her ribs, making it harder for her to breath. He leaned his weight on that foot, watching her gasp and sputter, her wide eyes tearing as she struggled for air.

Second Person POV, Senbu

You watch as she struggles beneath you. She's an unpalatable creature, you can't stand to look at her. Hm, I can't see you, you can't see me, right? You give a delighted squeal as your blade plunges into one those watery blue eyes. She screams in anguish while you smile at her sweetly, running the side of your knife along your tongue to clean it.

"S-Senbu... please...!"

Your features shut tight into an icy glare. She sobs softly, her tear ducts still in tact but the salty tears running down her face sting her gruesome wound. You despise her with every fiber of your being.

"No. You can't have him, you can't, you can't, you can't! TRICKSTER-SAMA IS MINE!"

You know you sound like a whiny child throwing a tantrum, but Trickster-sama is yours and no one can take him from you.

You'll make sure of that.

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Magician asks, her eyes narrowing. "You'd really kill me to be with him?"

"I'd kill anyone for him."

"He doesn't know, does he?"

You freeze.

What if he finds out?

But if you don't get rid of her, she'll tell him and you can't have that.

"Fucking bitch," you hiss, raking your knife across her features. She shrieks and you love it. You want her to hurt, to bleed, to die.

You are her death.

Grabbing her jaw, you hold it open, plunging your knife into her throat. She releases a choked sound, trying to scream and cry but at the same time you'd just fucked up her vocal chords. You want her to die a very, very painful death.

You take one of her hands, then cleanly slice off her middle finger. Blood gushes out and an awful croaking is heard as she tries to express her agony. You cuts off her ring finger, then her pinky. The thought crosses your mind that one of the Rins has a weird hand fetish, maybe you'd save her a hand...?

Yes you will do that, you decide, severing the hand that was still in tact. The girl couldn't scream anymore, she knew there was no saving her now. With surgical precision, you cut open her stomach, careful not to seriously harm any vital organs. You slit up her torso, her gleaming guts exposed.

"Die."

You hiss that to her, the last thing she hears as you bury your knife in one of her lungs and rip out her heart with one gloved hand, crushing the still twitching muscle like old homework.

First Person POV, Senbu

I carefully remove my gloves, dropping them on her mutilated body. A fresh pair sits in my pocket and I slip them on, retrieving my knife.

I smile gleefully at her dead form, then start to laugh. Whatever sanity I had left me a very long time ago. I'm in hysterics, though I don't know why. I continue to laugh and laugh and laugh, my voice high pitched, higher than my usual range. Without warning, tears pour down my cheeks, but I'm still laughing. I'm laughing and crying but I'm more wailing now. It's an awful noise. I weep, but it's still mixed with my out of place laughter. I don't know what to do, it hurts.

Blindly, I push up my sleeve, pressing my blade into my wrist. It hurts, but I have to bleed, I have to-

I hear a delayed scream behind me.

"Who are you?"

I whirl around to find the owner of the faintly spoken question, my eyes widening in utter horror.

Trickster-sama.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I-I'm Senbu-"

"If this is the real Senbu, then leave."

"But-"

"No. I won't do this shit. I'm not going to date a murderer."

His words hurt me and I burst into tears. I can't live without him, doesn't he understand? I can't let anyone have him, I'm trying to protect him!

"You're sick. You need help."

"No!" I yell, tears still pouring down my face. "Don't lock me up, I'm not insane! I'm not sick, Trickster-sama you can't do this to me!"

"I'm sorry."

He won't even say my name as he turns away, calling a hospital. I don't want to go, I'm not broken, they can't fix me. I'm a mistake, a monster. They have to kill me.

No, I'll kill myself.

"Trickster-sama..." I sob to myself, reaching for my fallen knife, but he kicks it out of my reach, shoving me down so I was pinned beneath him. In other circumstances I would have been delighted, but he didn't let go until they took me away.

Why, Trickster-sama?

Don't you understand?

I just want to be the one you love.

like i said slight gore warning