Love hurts

Chapter 1 "What Was That?"

In this AU it is impossible to physically hurt your soulmate, and Sal becomes a serial killer, and accidentally finds his. (It's fitting).

I changed the prompt a bit to fit with the plot better because I didn't want to change it.

None of the main cast (Larry, Ash, Chug, those guys) will be killed off in this story. I'm sorry I don't want to hurt my babeys.

!!!WARNING!!! this story includes:

Violence
Murder/attempted murder
Depicted gore
LGBT
Homophobia
Brief parental abuse
Swearing
Mental illnesses

(Sal's point of view)

So... soulmates... still haven't found mine. To be honest I'm not sure if I even have one. Everybody has one, but not I. Nope! Not Sally Face, with his ugly face and stupid blue hair and creepy prosthetic that makes people think I enjoy Halloween way too much.

As you can probably guess, I'm not very fond of myself.

Promptly after moving into our new apartment, Addison Apartments, I soon learn of all the neon-colored tenants that reside within.

First of all, (well, this first one I liked) was a kid called Larry.

Larry's a cool dude. We like the same kind of music, and he even said he liked my mask!

I met Larry through his mom, actually. Larry's mom Lisa, is the janitor for Addison Apartments. They live in the basement of the building, and rent's free.

I exited his room with a wave and a headache. Thinking to myself,

"What if he's my soulmate?"

He probably isn't. My soulmate is probably dead. That's the only reason, right? Everyone already has their soulmates, and I'm still alone!

After searching the apartment building, I open the creaky door to my apartment, only to be greeted by the putrid smell of beer and cigarette smoke. I scrunch up my nose, and head to the TV room, in search of my dad.

I find him lying on the couch, a dozen beer bottles and cigarette butts scattered around him, sleeping the drunk off. His blue hair is greasy and matted down, and his clothes are full of stains and cigarette burns.

I sigh at the uncommon sight, knowing why he's like this. Ever since my mom died, he's only been getting worse. He takes it out on me at times, and most of my clothes have at least two cigarette burns in them.

I don't have it horrible. Some kids have it much worse, and my dad just isolates himself from everyone, which only gives me more opportunities to have fun. It's twisted, but nonetheless a system.

I hear a little jingle, and forget all about my drunken father. It's Gizmo! My pretty orange kitty! Gizmo comes pittering in, and purrs against my hand, as it glides through his fluffy orange furr, the bell around his neck jingling against my hand.

"I'd trade my soulmate for you, Gizmo." I whisper into his fur with a smile.

I force myself out of my own daydream with my pretty orange kitty, and up to my bedroom. I lock the door as I look in the mirror and slip my mask off. I stare at my reflection, absentmindedly putting my hands on my hips and puckering my lips every once in a while.

"God, who would ever want that as a soulmate." I think to myself.

I glance at the clock that sits on my wardrobe.

"1:34" it reads.

I silently make my way to my bed, slipping my prosthetic onto the post and calling over Gizmo.

Staring at your dark room really gives you time to think, but all I wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, my mind had different plans.

After a fruitless hour of trying to sleep, I get out of my bed, exposing my bare arms to the chilly air in my room.

"It's so cold." I think to myself. My breath comes out in clouds that are illuminated in the cold, blue light of the moon. "This isn't normal."

Wind blows through my room, giving me goosebumps.

"I must have left the window open." I laugh to myself.

I step over to my window, which is covered by white curtains.

The window is shut. Shut and locked.

"I didn't lock it." A chill runs down my spine as I hear a ghostly howl.

I look to the left at my clock.

"3:00" it reads. The bright green numbers suddenly flicker, then fade out. I can see myself in the glass. I look terrified.

I feel a ping of fear in my chest as a shadowed man, a dark figure slowly creeps across my bedroom floor. His eyes blow a terrifying scarlet, casting red light upon my dark room.

I can't move. My breath speeds up as the shadowed man saunters slowly closer, the air around me dropping in temperature.

He's right in my face now, the black steam that emanates from him swirls around me, wriggling around my arms and face.

And then he was gone. My body was instantly warm, and the room was no longer coated in a shimmering red.

I said nothing and got back into bed, and despite the warm room, I covered my body with a heavy blanket.

My heart still pounded in my chest.

"What was that?" I asked myself.

I feel like I should have asked sooner.

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AUTHORS NOTE
It took forever for me to finish this chapter because I had a HUGE writers block. No joke it took about half a frickin year to write this. I promise chapters will come out faster than that. Hope you enjoyed!
-Alouette