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I Should Be Dead	By : Alice_Jones Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 1499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was silent for a long while, both inside me, and upstairs. I was grateful for that. After a while I finally heard some steps, then the water running for a shower. Yes, clean yourself off. But my whole self wasn't in it. This strange thought wasn't from anyone I knew, I was sure. Baby could sometimes show a self very close to human - closer than the others, but that was always a ruse. "Pretending," we call it. It wasn't her. The water stopped, and later he came downstairs, slowly, carefully perhaps, his footfalls quiet and tentative sounding. He walked down the hall and past the room I was in, while throwing a furtive glance my way. I lidded my eyes so he wouldn't see me in the darkened room. See ya, you tool, I thought, then changed my mind and commanded "Wait!"
He squeaked but stopped, and waited for me. I got up from the bench and went out to the hallway and faced him. Lightening quick, I grabbed his face with one hand, and pushed his head against the wall. "Look at me." He did, of course, and I stared into his eyes, prompting the voice, whoever it had been, to respond again. For a long time I waited, until a high pitched whine brought us out of our head and back to the room, to him. It was him! Whining, the poor bastard. I softened my face for him, and leaned in close. "Thank you, Scott. You were everything I knew you would be." I kissed him, and got a little response from him, but he was shaking the whole time. I let go and walked back to my living room, calling behind my back, "Just make sure you don't go home before six. Linda will wonder why."
"Linda!" followed by some inaudible unimportant mutterings as I sat back down. He followed me to the room, but stayed at the doorway. "I could go do the nightshift she thinks I'm working."
Like that would happen. "No, that won't be necessary. If you want, you can go back upstairs, and I'll wake you at five." His eyes widened at the thought of going back up there. I laughed, and reassured him, "I'll stay down here. You can have my bed to yourself."
"You sure?"
"About what?" I asked, amused at what we knew he meant. He stuttered, of course, and I saved him with an interruption. "Go. Go sleep, Scott, I'll wake you in the morning, and not before." I cocked an eyebrow and flashed a grin. "I promise." He stood a moment, then turned for the stairs. "There's some fresh bedding in the closet. Change my sheets." He nodded before he could do anything else, and almost flew up the stairs. I waited for the sound of my bedroom door closing, then got up and closed the door to my living room so I could do more than just touch the keys.
It was so hard now, to find comfort or peace. I always had to work like hell just to shut everyone up. And it's not like I can get rid of them. Not now... they are the only thing keeping me alive. I should be dead. But we weren't. I was usually happy about that, but sometimes, I get tired. Who doesn't? This new voice...I had a tiny but insistent thought. It wasn't possible, was it? Yet who else? It can be difficult to remember what's possible after you've seen a few things, but this was just stupid. Are you here? Please let me know. And the silence, again. I belted out a tune angrily, rage as sudden as the sound. It was all her fault. Everything that had happened to me, none of it I deserved, for her! My lips curled at the thought. Father would gladly have given me up to get her back. Fucking bastard. I was nothing. I was the son that made Mother cry. But she, She was the light of everyone's lives. Some random licks from Bizet's Flower Song, all anyone ever needed to learn about life was there. If you gave someone power over you, they destroyed you. Everytime. I jumped up and paced the room in a fury. If she were inside me...perhaps the thought shouldn't have been so infuriating - what was one more, right? - but this, everything, was all her fault. I would never have gone down there, below the ground to Sister Location, to Hell, if Father hadn't sent me down there, looking for her. And here she is, a wry thought, floating up to inflame me further. I threw on some clothes, and made sure my knife and keys were on me, then left the house and locked the door. I never once thought of the warm body in my bed, because I'm a nice guy. You don't do that to someone whose ass you just pounded.
I had back-ups, all over town, houses I watched enough to know the occupants by sight and name, and which bedrooms were whose. There was a house, twelve blocks from my home, and I went for that. For Jeannette's house. I had some time to cool down, which was good, and my rage cooled to a simmering resentment. The target was perfect for my rage, as well. About the age Susan had been when Baby killed her. It would serve her right if she was inside me, to watch this. Maybe she's seen the other kids, too. An odd thought, making me shrug my shoulders while I paced quickly down alleys to get there.
It was a fifties house, with windows that could be pushed upwards, but they could make a lot of noise as wood squealed against wood. So I went for the basement window, and pulled it outward with my blade. I slipped in with minor scuffing, over perhaps a flower bed, and looked around for stairs. Easy, with my eyes lighting the way. I crept slowly to the top, and listened for maybe ten minutes. Funtime Freddy started giggling, a sensation that when it had first happened, had completely sent me into fits, but had, with time, become my giggle. I slowly opened the door just enough to get out, and went looking for the stairs to the second story. I knew which was her room, and her door had been left open, so I closed it behind me. I checked the window to make sure it wasn't locked, (in case of a necessary emergency exit) then sat on the bed while clamping a hand over her mouth and nose. The eyes flew open, and in the light of my own, I could watch hers, terrified, and as her hands flew up to my arm on her face, I drew my knife across her throat. No art, no time, just slash and over. We all screamed in triumph in my head. Her eyes were held by mine a few moments until they lost focus, possibly as much from air loss as blood loss, but I wasn't here for anything fancy tonight. So I watched them glaze over, and left her there. I don't normally leave bodies, but I was in a careless mood. Perhaps I thought that if I got caught, then Susan would get caught too, and nobody would be free. Stupid. I wasn't feeling very rational, but I was feeling better. Lighter. I left the home and the door open to the back yard, hopped the fence with an easy leap, and strolled down the alley. I went down a few streets that were out of the way, taking my sweet time, and I remembered my promise to Scott, that I wouldn't wake him before morning, so I just beat sunrise in coming home.
I tossed my coat in a closet in the living room, then my shirt. I could wash the blood out later, or just burn them. I tossed the knife on top, and closed the door, then bounced up the steps, into my room, and jumped on Scott. "Morning." His eyes shot open as I lowered my mouth on his, and he gave me full access. I moaned eagerly at his response, and stroked his face, his hair, and his hand flew up to me, fluttering and tentative as a bird, almost scared to touch me. But he finally did, little kisses, almost, against my jaw. I rewarded that by going for his dick. Fucking underwear in my way. Where did he find those? I slid under them and stroked him, making him sigh around my tongue, and I moved to his neck to nibble bits of him. The tendons on either side, where Jeanette had been sliced a few hours ago. I started pulling at his underwear, and he lifted his ass to help! I whipped them off, then descended on his hard cock, pulling it deep in my mouth, sucking him, pushing the back of my throat against his head, and his light touch reached my head, his fingers barely in my hair, almost hovering, and I moaned around his cock, which made him moan. His hips started rushing up to my strokes, so I pulled away, and started stroking my hard dick with a pool of lube. He stared up at me, and spread his legs, ready. I lowered back down over him, and pushed at his ass a little, while holding his gaze, and his mouth with mine. I went back to stroking his cock with my lubed hand, and started making thrusts that entered a little more each time, and little moans escaped him with each push, until I was in him, and he shouted in exctasy, he threw his arms around me and pulled me closer with his legs curled around my ass. So I gave him more, and seriously pumped his dick.
He was loving this, meeting every thrust, every time my mouth came back to his, eyes wide open, and staring up at me in amazement and lust, at times pulling my mouth back for his. Other times his hands brushing my purple chest and neck. I lowered my face to his, nose to nose, "Scott, I'm gonna cum in your ass." He gasped and lifted his ass for me while I shoved fast into him to explode, finally, inside him, and thrust some more, getting every drop out and into his ass, and he followed fast, blowing in my hand. I held tight until after he was done, and stayed deep inside him to feel him breath a while as we rested. He kept his arms around me, and closed his eyes, sighing deeply.
"Vincent."
"Mmm?"
"I gotta go. This was so wrong."
"Mkay. Enjoy your day off."
"Ok..." I rolled off him to let him up, but he stayed there a minute. "...OK. Yeah. Yeah, I really gotta go. I can't believe this."
I chuckled as I settled into the pillow not soaked in his sweat, and grabbed a little blanket. "Thanks for making my bed, Scott. See you later." I saw him look at me in surprise before I closed my eyes, settling into the inner quiet, and soft bed. "Lock the door on your way out."
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