" FUCK, MARRY, KILL " [MEWGULF]

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Mew broke down sobbing on his knees. His hands was filled with blood, the blood of his own family diripping down his palms. He raised them up with trembling hands, disbelieving he had just killed them. The voices on his head told him to do so, it was a constant nag at him. And he was getting tired from it.

But they deserved it.

"NO!! THEY DID NOT!!" Mew screamed out at the dim empty house. It had started to rain outside, thunderstorms clashing in the sky, quick lightnings showed up at the window sil.

The dead body infront of him stared at his soul with wide eyes. He tugged at his chest, wanting to scrape away the feeling of guilt away from him.

They fucking hate you.

Mew sobbed louder, the ringing and voices in his head would not stop. He was searchung for a plausible reason on why he did what he did. He wanted to bang his head onto the floor so bad. What was happening to him?

He had never think about this thoughts before. This disgusting thoughts in his brain.

The way he yearned seeing his mother screaming under him while he drowned her on the bathtub. Or how his father's head was slit opened by his knife. Maybe about choking his sister with a rope until her head turn blue.

It made him spill with euphoria.

It was like his body is going through constant changing, it made him withdrew from his own self. He wasn't being; him. But it was so much fun and thrilling he never wanted to stop.

His head was shouting at him that he was doing the right things and for the right reasons. That he was unloved by them and how worthless he is towards them.

It was so loud despite the empty house.

After some while he suddenly stopped crying and just sat there on the floor. He slumped his body down, tired at bawling his eyes out.

He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his fist, he had made up his mind.

He finally gave in to his thoughts.

They did deserved to die.

Gulf stared outside towards the house infront of his. He squinted his eyes trying to find any life inside there; it was another weird family, nothing too new atleast.

They didn't come looking for him nor called the police. Gulf knew he planted muttering towards Mew but it made himself think, do they really don't love Mew?

Gulf sighed and silently walked to the house, thinking it was no use to fuss about it since they are probably dead by now. His rubber sole boots softly crunching beneath him. He had a lollipop on his mouth, he twirled it around before pulling out with a large 'pop' and threw it on the pavement.

He slowly opened the front door. Seeing a trail of blood on the floor leading somewhere towards the room.

"Darling?" Gulf called out.

He followed them and found himself and Mew at the living room. The three dead bodies infront of Mew sitting sluggishly. They were having a one-sided conversation.

Well, this is interesting. Gulf thought while leaning on the door frame.

"No, YOU don't understand, you never loved me before!" Mew screamed at them as he was boiling with anger, "do you even remember when you LOCKED ME in the basement?"