Brendon isn't quite sure what it is. It starts as a crush, a blush simmering in his stomach. Then the compulsions- he can't help but to envision their dead, contorted bodies. He doesn't want to hurt them. He never does. His newest obsession? Dallon. Brendon just hopes the cycle doesn't repeat itself. ~ This is a fictional story and is in no way meant to reflect my opinions on these people. I respect them and their personal relationships. Content warning for self-harm and general gore, some sexualization and cursing. Enjoy :) [DISCONTINUED AS OF: 8/21/20]