..Creaking..
The Small Warning Before Torture.
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Creaking. The sound of the stairs as someone walked up them, bee lining straight to the room of the blonde who hadn't seen the light of day ever since he was left.. alone.. with Bro. His.. Genetic father, Or more often referred to as his older brother.
Be Dave. Dave Strider.
You quickly switch off your computer, shutting down the pesterchum program in the process. You were chatting with Karkat, that angry, over dramatic troll. The one addicted to Rom-Coms and over exaggerated drama's. He would probably be pissed about you ending the chat in the middle of his protests, as he was boasting about his leadership in some new game the gold-blooded troll was making; But oh well. You couldn't risk being caught over some troll with anger issues. You couldn't risk the punishments being worse.
Punishments? Anyone may ask. Your only answer is the exact words that the cruel man you house yourself with repeats every, single, night. This is what you deserve. This is exactly what you merit. Those same words. Every. Fucking. Night. Why couldn't you just be off in a *hive* with some troll or something. Doing ANYTHING other than being around him would be better.
All he did was use you. You were his punching bag. His stress ball. Because he thinks that you killed them. All because you're albino. He didn't choose to be albino, and it's not like it was a bad thing, either, but ever since then.. you were forced to wear these ridiculous shades. Yeah, sure, they were cool. On the outside. But once someone found out why, it was like the cool vibes were removed and pure horror was placed in their eyes.
You had seen this reaction before. Your one and only friend had found out. John. John Egbert. The one that moody troll liked to pester a bit way too much. The one who got so terrified of him.. and his relatives, that he cut off their interactions and left Dave alone in the dark.
Shit. You went into a thinking trance.
You didn't realize that the man whom you feared was right at your door. Staring in at you. Words flowing from his cracked lips. His signature hat close to falling off his head. His tall figure gazing at you, your room, everything. The disappointment and anger on his face. You knew what was about to happen. It wouldn't be good. It never was.. and never would be.
