Whumptober 2020 | Sanders Sides

No. 6 PLEASE....

Full Prompt:
No. 6 PLEASE....
"Get It Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

Prompt(s) chosen: "Get It Out", "Stop, please"

TW: Unsymp!Janus, knives, torturing someone, pain, blood, perspective of the torturer (that's a new one), mention of suicide, "suicide", faking a suicide, gore- worse than normal

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I used my arms, all six of them to prep the knives. They needed polishing and a full cleaning after last time I used them. Currently I had two arms to each knife. One was holding them, and the other was polishing them. Having six arms really comes in handy sometimes... a lot of the time. 

I was almost done, just doing my smaller knives now. I might not even use these because the other ones are much more fun. Though my knife collection needs to be kept in pristine quality, in case any of the other sides.... need a lesson. That seems like the best choice of words in this situation. Because it's the truth. They do need to be taught a lesson sometimes, but the other sides aren't capable of doing it themselves. 

I set my knives down on my table, all lined out exactly how I wanted them. They really were gorgeous knives. I had gotten them from Remus about five years ago. I'm pretty sure even he regrets giving them to me, and he's generally the insane one. Does that make me insane? No, no it doesn't. I'm fine. Perfectly fine. 

Now that I was "accepted" by the light sides, it's more like I'm a grey side, I can be there whenever I please. I had seen all of them there from time to time, though most of them, other than Logan, tried to stay away from me a majority of the time. Patton was morally stricken, Virgil hates me after what I used to do, and Roman just doesn't trust me. It makes sense since I am Deceit after all. 

After one last look at my knives and the prepared area I sunk out to the mindscape kitchen. Currently no one was there, which made my job easier considering I had to do this perfectly stealthily and aggressively or else it wouldn't work. I grabbed an apple and snacked on it before realizing I still had all six arms out. I put away the two unneeded pairs of them so I wouldn't look to threatening. Though what does it matter. Oh right, it doesn't.

I quickly finished the apple before throwing the core away and walking upstairs. First I passed by Logan's door. Then, I passed Patton's bright light blue door. After that I passed by Roman's royal red door. Then, finally, I arrived outside of Virgil's dark muted purple door. This is where I needed to go today. Virgil needed to be taught a lesson.

I knocked on the door and called out in a sing-songy voice, "Virgillll!" I heard some mumbled response from inside, but couldn't understand it. So, I just opened the door and walked in. Virgil was sitting on his bed with his overly large headphones on. He was turned away from me and I could slightly hear muffled noise from his headphones. How he hasn't already gone deaf I don't know.

I figured I would just use this to my advantage so within seconds I summoned my other arms and rushed over to Virgil. I grabbed him tightly, holding him so he couldn't move and escape. I yanked him off the bed and sunk down. Making sure one of my gloved hands was over his mouth so he couldn't scream. 

When I sank up in my room with the knives I quickly laid him down on the hard wooden "bed". It wasn't a bed; it was a plank of wood. I strapped the straps over him to hold him down so he couldn't escape. He viciously struggled against his restraint's, but I knew they would hold. They did before, and they would do it again today. 

Gently I removed his headphones and put them on my side table next to my knives. "So, now that you can hear me, and you have to listen, let's get started." I grabbed one of my sharp straight knives that looked an awful lot like a butcher knife, just smaller. "This, is for disrespecting me, Vee." I hissed out the last word as I cut his hoodie off, followed by his shirt. 

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" He screamed at me, struggling harder. I'm pretty sure he knew resistance was futile. It was rare that anyone escaped me. Though for some reason he continued to try. Just let me kill you already. 

"Virgil, Vee, my fellow light side, emo-nightmare as Roman calls you." I addressed him, a smirk on my face as I twirled the knife in my fingers. "How about you shut up before I make you." I threatened, keeping the same smile on my face. I gently trailed the knife across his body upper chest, being careful not to leave a mark. 

"Now, you might be asking why the hell am I doing this? Well, it's because you left me! You were my friend, my only friend and you left me with Remus. You should have stayed but 'being accepted by Thomas' was oh so much more important." I stabbed him in the upper arm. "You shouldn't have done that."

Virgil screamed as pain flooded his upper arm. "Get it out!" I look the knife out and watches as the hot, red, sticky liquid poured out of the wound. This knife was able to make a very clean cut, so the place the blood was flowing out of was strictly a straight line. 

"What did I say about shutting up or I'll make you." I snapped with one of my arms and summoned a gag that I quickly tied around his mouth so he couldn't talk. Tears pooled in his eyes at either pain or fear. I'm not sure. 

"So here we are." I stabbed him in the gut this time, twisting my knife around and watching as he screamed. Of course, it was very muffled by the gag, but that's fine. It needed to be muffled anyways. I pulled the knife out. Blood dripped off of it's silvery surface leaving random dots of blood on Virgil's chest. The wound itself was rather big. It was a hole in his gut with blood pouring out of it. I'm pretty sure I could see bits of severed skin and whatever else I hit lying in the mess. 

"This knife is too dirty." I wiped it off on my shirt then went to grab another one. This one was a fancy knife. The handle was pure black with some nice grooves for a steady hand grip. The blade itself was a curved black, purple, and silver galaxy pattern. It looked kind of like a hook.... Anyways, I enjoyed how it looked and it was certainly fun to use. 

I walked back over to where Virgil was waiting. "It was a tragic night for Virgil Sanders. Over the last couple of months he had been having thoughts such as people hated him, he was useless, worthless, and others things of the sort." I walked over and looked him directly in the eyes. "It all got to be to much and after writing his final notes he stabbed himself to death." I smirked at the terror in his eyes. 

I took off his gag in case he had any final words. "S-s-stop, p-please," he begged. He didn't want this. It doesn't matter what he wants though. I'm the one with the power here. 

"Goodbye, Virgil." With that I stabbed him roughly in the chest right where his heart, the vital organ, lay. I watched as the blood poured out and Virgil's eyes glazed over. He was dead. 

About a week later the sides went to Virgil's funeral. All of them mourned over the loss of one of their loved ones. Part of the famILY, gone. All thanks to Virgil's suicide. 

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Word Count: 1293

Written on 10/5/2020.