Halloween mcyt short stories

☻ Perfect~Pt.1 ☻

Yes, welcome to the first story in this. This story actually has a funny past of how I came up with it. I was in 6th grade when I thought of this idea for an English class skit. This English teacher was a stuck up lady I must say, and she stopped me from starting to perform this in front of the class. There were groups of three so it was hard to write a full on skit. I ended up writing the entire skit smh group partners. But yeah she kinda stopped me from performing cause... uh... there may be murder... Anyways to the story. :) {note: this has been modified from it's original version cause it was rlly short before}
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Characters involved:
Dream Team and BadBoyHalo
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Dream is an artist. He doesn't necessarily like to specialize in one area of art, so he practices all. His favorite practice being pottery, being that his real name is Clay and Dream is just a nickname his friends use on him.

Dream is also a perfectionist. Everything has to be perfect in his eyes for him to be satisfied with his work. He has multiple studios in his home for all his different art practices. One for pottery, one for painting, and a desk in his bedroom for drawing.

Dream groaned in his seat at his desk looking at the seemingly awful sketch. Others might say it's a masterpiece but all the flaws were so clear to the artist.

He gripped the center of the paper and crushed the paper, ruining the drawing. He finished balling up the paper and threw it to his feet. He dragged his fingers through his severely knotted hair. Leaning back in his chair he let out a long sigh.

Nothing was working out for him recently. Nobody even wanted to look at his art, and he was starting to run low on funds. His parents refused to give him any help because he apparently defied their rules. Being an artist wasn't something a career could be made out of, it was just a "hobby" they said.

Not only was Dream failing financially, but he also was losing connections with friendships that lasted for years. Sapnap was getting ready to move across the country, and George even got a new girlfriend and spent all his time with her. All his other friends that he wasn't too close with just haven't texted him in weeks.

Maybe drawing just isn't the way to go today... Dream thought as he got up from his desk chair. Walking down the hall, he pondered more about what he could make with what he had.

Walking into the small painting studio, Dream glanced around at his surroundings like he's usually does. Even though he's seen the same studio, what felt like millions of times, It was still as breathtaking as ever to him.

Dream opened the small closet connected to the studio and glanced at all the options of colors. Sure he wasn't expecting a masterpiece, but just to see what the could come up with. Something inside the man told him to pick the dark red paint. Not a common color for him to use, but he still had it, just in case. Grabbing a few extra colors that seemed to speak to him in the moment, he headed back to where his canvas was.

Grabbing a clean brush from a cup on the windowsill, he started by dipping it in the saturated paint. The red paint seemed almost hypnotic to Dream, as he stroked the canvas with the paint. He was mindlessly painting the canvas with the paint, not knowing what he was making.

In the moment, it felt so right. But yet when stepping away for a break, it was so, so, wrong. The canvas looked like a murder scene, the dark red paint splattered everywhere across the canvas with what seemed to be a figure in the center. Not only did the canvas look like a murder scene, Dream had the red paint all across his upper body. He was never usually this messy when it came to painting but it was like he lost control. He indirectly murdered someone... He didn't know who... but it felt... nice...

"Interesting..." a voice rang in the back of his head. Dreams eyes widened and he looked all around him.

There behind him was what looked like a devil, it leaned against the wall near the door, it's tail flicking from side to side. It seemed to be male and it had a black hood rimmed with red, as well as glowing white eyes. Dark red horns protruded from its hooded head only showing a dark black as most of it's face.

Dream tensed looking at the creature before him. He immediately thought to search for a weapon to defend himself.
"Oh no need for a weapon!" The devil said, walking closer to Dream from the other side of the room. Dream tried to back away from the mysterious being be ended up backing into the wall.

It's dark tail flicking back and forth as it walked. Dream closed his eyes bracing for the worst. Dream heard the creature sigh in frustration.
"Why is it that someone sees a demon and immediately thinks it's going to hurt them!" It said.

Dream slowly opened one of his eyes to look at the demon. It stood before him, with a look of annoyance in its glowy, white eyes.
"So you're not here to hurt me...?" Dream asked cautiously. The demon used it's shadowy hands to put two fingers where it's temples were.
"Why would I want to hurt you?" It sounded mildly annoyed.

Dream didn't have an answer to the demon's question, his thoughts just raced in his head for an answer.
"Yeah, ok." The demon responded. "Just slow down your thoughts, please. You're beginning to give me a headache." Dream was left speechless. You can hear my thoughts?!
"Duh." The demon responded quickly.

"Besides that. I'm here to help you." The demon spoke with a malicious smile. The demon walked closer to Dream, who was still backed against the wall.
"You," the demon went to poke dreams chest, but his finger went right through.
"You, are not the most sane person in the world exactly. You're sanity seemed to deteriorate as you lived on with your life. The more people around you who put you down when you tried your best, they caused this. Look at the mess you just made," Dream glanced back at his 'murder scene' "yeah, that was all you buddy." The demon said.
"Now, how good did that feel?" The demon smiled as he said those words. Dream thought about it for a moment.
"Pretty good." He said. The demon's smile grew bigger.
"Now how do you think it would feel if... it was a real murder?" The demon asked, Dream almost choked at the question, but then thought about it.
"Good." He replied. The thought of someone else's blood on his hand felt calming. Almost soothing, like it was something he was suddenly missing. The demon nodded listening in to Dreams thoughts.
"Why are you asking me this..." Dream questioned suspiciously.
"Why I am I asking?" The demon repeated. "Simply because it is my job, I am the devil that sits on your shoulder, I am a demon, I am evil." The demon answered.

"Now Clay, or should I say, Dream, I would like to help you. I will be the voice in your head that helps guide you through your killing journey. There's no fun in getting caught, so I shall help with not getting caught." The demon smiled.
"Do we have a deal?" The demon said as he held out his dark hand. Dream hesitated for a moment. Was this really what he wanted to do with his life...

"Deal."

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