stutter boy

four (rewritten)

so i decided to rewrite some of this chapter because i didn't like the way it was going, i'm sorry for the inconvenience <3
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(these are kinda my images on how i picture bill and stan)

bill ^

stan ^

(you can picture them however, i'm just picturing them grown)

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bill's pov

master held my hand as we left the building of terrors, as i call it. we stopped at the sidewalk where a car was waiting. master told the guy his address and we began our journey to his home. it was a silent ride, but it wasn't uncomfortable. master broke the silence as he pointed to something out the window.

"see that right there, that's a sparrow. they are around here a lot, there's small and cute. kinda reminds me of you. i love birds, they've always fascinated me. i was actually bird watching when i stumbled upon that auction house. i didn't really know i'd be purchasing anything today." master rambled and chuckled at himself a few times and i felt my cheeks heat up at the small compliment. no one ever thinks i'm cute. or small for that matter, even though i'm a small 5'2", i must weigh a lot but i'm not too sure.

"m-m-master? may i a-ask a q-question?" my stutter is so obnoxious.

"of course! you don't need permission to talk to me angel." oh, i thought, i've done something wrong again.

"s-sorry, b-but um, w-what t-t-time is it sir?" my stutter gets even worse as i grow nervous.

"oh, it's okay. it's around 12:34," he said checking what i think is called a p-phone?

i nodded in acknowledgment, we were on a gravel path now we must be close to home. as we pulled up i gasped audibly at the beautiful house in front of me.

"w-wow," i mumbled quietly, i didn't wanna be caught talking without permission.

"i'm actually pretty glad you're here, now my house won't be so lonely." he smiled at me and it didn't seem forced, that's odd.

we walked in, me behind him a step or two. i always must walk behind him, as master is above me, quite literally if i may add at his staggering 6'3". once in the house i decided i need to serve master as he has been so kind to me so far.

"m-may i cook for you m-master?" i shouldn't be asking questions, but i need permission to use master's utilities.

"if you want i guess, you don't have to."

"i must, master has been so kind i need to serve you master. i-i m-mean, i d-didn't mean to g-give orders m-master b-but i wanna make m-master happy." i was trembling now as i could practically feel the belt that was about to be slashed down on me for my mistakes.

"the kitchen is right there if you would like to cook me something for lunch, billy, you may do so," i was beyond confused, but i didn't question it i just turned on my heel quickly and rushed to the kitchen head down.

i will make master a great meal and maybe i won't get punished as bad! i love my new master! he is so sweet to me! i'm going to make parmesan pasta and garlic bread. it's always been my favorite since i was a kid, me and my mom always cooked together. i made the pasta in less than an hour and decided i should call master to the table.

"m-master?"

"yes little one?" master paused the television and turned to smile softly at me.

"it-it's time for lunch, sir." i kept my head down and walked back to the kitchen.

i placed the pasta on a plate and served some garlic bread on the side. i poured a glass of sweet tea from the fridge and set it in front of his plate. once he was sat at the island i sat by his feet on the floor waiting for instruction. i knew something must have been wrong when master looked down at me confused.

"where's your plate honey?" he didn't seem taunting but i couldn't tell if he was serious.

"y-you didn't s-say i could have lunch today, m-master." i only needed to serve him, not myself.

"you can have some too sweetie." he said sincerely.

"r-really?" i was bewildered.

"of course kitten."

i stood, head still down and grabbed a small plate for myself, i put small portions as i knew my body wouldn't be used to too much food. i stopped filling my plate as i heard choking behind me. i turned around so swiftly i could've given myself whiplash.

"m-master?" his face was sheer white and he was bent over the counter.

before i could even blink he was jumping up and running up the stairs and gagging over the toilet. i ran as quickly as i could to help him and began to sob.

"m-master i didn't mean it! i-i'm s-so sorry! p-lease be o-okay!" i bawled hysterically watching him gagged and puke up the lunch i slaved over. before long he wiped his mouth and slumped against the back wall.

stan's pov

"what the hell was in that damn pasta?" i chuckled, but i guess he didn't hear it as he sobbed harder. i'm pretty sure i'm coming down with the flu, i probably should have mentioned that to him beforehand.

"little one? don't cry honey it's no big deal, i have just been feeling a lil sick the last couple of days i should have mentioned it sweetie, i'm so sorry." i had almost no time to react as he flung himself into my arms.

"i-i-i didn't mean, i-i didn't. i-i," i could feel him start to panic as i knew he was starting to have an anxiety attack.

"oh sweet boy, everything's alright. you did such a good job. it's alright. don't worry baby, it's okay. such a good boy." i mumbled sweet praises in his ear as i knew it would help calm him, i weaved my fingers through his hair and petted him softly as i whispered sweet nothings to him.

"n-no b-bad b-boy, y-you will r-return m-me! i-i dont w-wanna g-go b-b-back! p-please! i'll d-do b-better! i'll p-please you b-better m-master! i p-promise!" i cooed sadly at my small bundle of joy.

"hey, listen to me billy. i'm not returning you to that place. ever, and that's a promise. you are such a good boy, baby. just for me, my good little one. you are doing so well baby. just breathe with me okay?" i took deep breaths in and out, and he copied me as well as he could.

"see? you're such a good boy! aren't you angel?" he hesitantly nodded in response and buried his face in my neck. i wrapped him tightly in my arms and rocked him lightly. before long i heard light breathing on my neck and knew he fell asleep.

he looked so peaceful, beautiful.

"sleep well my precious angel," i kissed his forehead and carried him with me to my king sized bed. i placed him under the covers with me and i was almost 100% sure this was about to be the best nap i've ever had.