Halloween mcyt short stories

☻ Perfect~Pt.4 ☻

Lmao I posted that last chapter at like 11:30 for me then immediately went to sleep .-. Also Bbh is scared of cars for a reason that you gotta figure out. I can't make an entire backstory for a chapter, this is a short story book after all. Speaking of short story this is the final chapter on Perfect. Mainly because I need to work on other stories.
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"That was fun." Dream said, breaking the silence that hung in the air. The sound of Bad's tail whipping back and forth calmed down, turning into pure silence.

Ant's blood continued to spill on the floor, the dark liquid nearly touching the feet of Dream. Bad was standing in the puddle, but the liquid payed no mind to his feet.
"You're going to have to clean this up you know." Bad said, his turn to disturb the silence. Dream sighed as his response and stepped around the blood puddle, to get his cleaning supplies.

"So. How are you going to get rid of the body?" Bad questioned, as Dream shuffled through his closet. Dream paused for a moment.
"You're here to help me, give me ideas." He said then began to search for cleaning products again.
"Well, burning is my personal favorite." Bad answered.
"Personal favorite?" Dream asked suddenly, he then looked at Bad with confusion.
"You killed people?!" Dream asked, quite loudly.
"Of course I did! How else do you think I'm a demon!" Bad said, and looked taken aback.
"Oh..." Was all Dream said back, then finally found what he was looking for.

Bleach, a mop, and a bucket, was all he needed to clean the floor. Dream set down his cleaning tool and glanced at the middle of the puddle. The body sat there, as lifeless as before.
"How exactly do I burn this?" Dream asked the demon.
"Got a fireplace?" Bad asked back. Dream nodded, the cleaning up part was so, extremely, boring already.
"Well, take the head first!" Bad said happily.

After lighting the fire, and disposing of the head, Bad instructed to cut off all limbs and carry them to the fireplace. After doing so, and finally destroying the body, it was time to mop.

Dream filled the bucket a quarter way up, then filled another quarter with bleach. After dunking the mop, and cleaning the first bit of blood, he repeated the process over and over.

The floor practically sparkled, the scent of bleach hung in the air. Bad suddenly sprayed febreze all around where Dream just cleaned.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" Dream yelled through fits of coughing.
"Your house can't smell like bleach! That's the most suspicious thing a person could have in their house after someone goes missing!" Bad yelled back.
"Oh." Was all Dream said, left dumbfounded once more.

After a few more minutes of coughing from Dream, there was no visible evidence left.
"So who's next?" Bad asked to Dream casually. Dream's face seemed to darken for a moment, then a wicked grin was across his face.
"My parents." He spoke.
"Ooooo!" Bad said excitedly, his wire-like tail, twitching in excitement.
"Now how are you gonna do it?" Bad asked, curiosity peaking.
"I was thinking, maybe poison..." Dream answered.

Dream set down his phone, he just finished inviting his parents over for dinner the next day.
"So how are you going to poison them?" Bad asked, while he was perched on a windowsill.
"I was thinking paint." Dream said back to the demon. Bad sighed,
"You're a disgrace to murderers." He muttered loud enough for Dream to hear. Dream only frowned at him then went to look at his paint. If the paint doesn't work fast enough, than I can just use a kitchen knife, or something. Dream thought.

Dream yawned, he took a short glance at his phone, the light burning his eyes at first. 1:38am  the home screen read. Dream groaned; his eyelids felt as if there were weights on them.
"You really need to control how late you stay up." Bad said, almost blending into the darkness, since Dream didn't feel like keeping the lights on. Dream fluttered his eyes in response to Bad.
"Go to sleep Dream." Bad said with a slight harshness. Dream didn't even bother to listen to Bad, he already was on his way to sleep. He sank into his couch's softness one more time before finally dozing off.