A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

It Wasn't Supposed To End Like That Fuck

"It was an old, abandoned, unfinished town. But the carnival was the most special place here. It held secrets, ones that they would regret learning."

Edge hadn't wanted to go there in the first place, he was terrified. Still, when Lancer insisted, he couldn't decline.

And so there they were, standing at the entrance of the carnival in an unfinished, abandoned town.

No one who ever came back talked about the place.

Trembling from head to toe, Edge clung to Lancer's hand for dear life. Upon entering, he felt the blond's fingers squeeze tighter around his own.

They wandered nervously around the carnival, though Lancer's not as visibly scared. Eventually they relaxed enough to explore at more ease, with lack of encountering anything odd.

It's truly a beautiful carnival, though some rides seemed to have some rather interesting references and themes. Not the most kid friendly of places. If that's all that kept people away, then people are just stupid.

At one point they entered a house of mirrors, but the hallway to enter was so narrow that they could only enter one at a time.

Lancer went in first, but as soon as he entered, he heard Edge's shrill cry.

"Edge?" he burst out of the house of mirrors, finding no trace of the ginger. He heard a laugh that made him quiver, it sounded childlike but... just... brrr.

He could hear the sounds of someone struggling and muffled screaming, and quickly traced the sound back to the house of mirrors.

He rushed inside, but was greeted by warped versions of himself reflected in hundreds of mirrors. He could see the panic in the way he carried himself.

It took him too long to find his way into the next room, where who knows what could have been done to hurt his shaken boyfriend.

He was horrified at what he found still, Edge struggling madly at heavy shackles on his delicately sculpted wrists and ankles. Screams are choked around a gag, tears streaming down his face and soaking the blindfold over his pretty eyes.

The worst part was the sign on his chest, reading, "Rape this whore."

He was clearly dressed against his will, a complex laced corset hugging his soft curves, and a tiny, tight black dress clinging to him, doing very little to cover him.

"Edge!" Lancer rushed to his side, fumbling with the gag and ripping it out. "Oh Edge, baby I love you."

Edge sobs harder as Lancer removes the blindfold. "L-Lance?"

"Yes?"

"Am I a whore?"

"My whore."

"But am I an actual...?"

Lancer cups Edge's face in his hands, kissing away his tears. "Of course not," he assures gently, caressing the ginger's wet cheeks.

The blond curses, unable to unlock the manacles. He knows Edge is panicking with then on. Of course, the sub loves bondage, but in this circumstance he's terrified.

A mirror becomes streaked with blood, forming words.

The chains are of hate. To balance them, you must give up what you love most in the world.

Lancer embraces his lover a final time.

"NO! Pl-please! If you love me, you won't do it!" Edge begs, eyes filling with fresh tears.

Lancer smiles sadly. "I'll do it because I love you. I love you more anything else in the world, Edge."

Edge felt the shackles come loose as Lancer's blood began to soak onto his skin.

"LANCER, WHY?" He clung to the limp body, desperately kissing his unmoving man. He fumbled for Lancer's bloody knife. In their last moments, he felt Lancer's lips move against his, hearing the impossibly soft whisper.

"Love you, Edge."

They never made it home.

Their bodies were found years later, curled up in each others arms.