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The Epilogue Of Andy And Leyley
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(A/N: Well, I can't believe it, but it's happened. I got sucked into the depraved world of Andy and Leyley. I honestly knew nothing about the game going in other than that it was really disturbing and shocking, but with as... popular, I guess, as it had apparently become, I thought I'd take a look. And, yeah, disturbing is a polite way of putting it. The game is messed up in so many ways. Real creepy, perverted themes going on. Yet at the same time, you can't help but be drawn into it. I don't know, maybe it's the dark and depraved stuff that holds your interest, making you wonder just how far they'll take it. Perhaps the appeal, for lack of a better word, is in just how messed up it is. I guess it's like watching a car crash, it's disturbing and horrific, but you can't look away. Or maybe that was a bad analogy. It's like, yeah, the things that are taking place in the game are utterly repulsive and you would be avert to them if it happened in real life, but here, you can't help but be... intrigued, I guess is the best way to put it. One thing before we get started, I absolutely do NOT condone anything that happens in this story, nor do I share or agree with the thoughts and opinions of the characters; I want to make that abundantly clear. All I'm doing is keeping everyone in character and sticking to the game's themes. And if you find this story messed up, well, that's the point, you're supposed to. So if you're prepared, read on to see the twisted spawn of a story the game caused my mind to produce. Frickin' plot bunnies.)
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"THE EPILOGUE OF ANDY AND LEYLEY"
A deep sigh escaped Andrew as he stepped out of his place of work for the day. This sigh, however, was a sigh of contentment, for it had been a normal end to a normal work day. And as far as he was concerned, any day that was normal was a good one.
Whoever said that normal was overrated was an idiot. If anything, normal was underrated. Andrew knew this for a fact after all the craziness he had gone through in his past. And, admittedly, the craziness his life still contained, even if it did appear normal to those who weren’t in the know. Which currently only included two people, counting himself. Well, at least if he only counted living people.
Seven years. Had it really been seven years? Seven years since escaping being “quarantined” in his parents’ apartment with his sister, Ashely, where they had been starved for months, all for the sake of some sick government program. Seven years where the two of them had had to cannibalize their dead neighbor just so they wouldn’t literally starve to death. Seven years since they got caught up in that insanity with that demonic cult and began making deals with some freaky demon in exchange for souls; the same demon that they had handed their parents’ souls over to upon discovering that those same parents had sold the two of them to the government, quite literally signing their death warrants.
Andrew groaned as he pushed aside those unpleasant memories. They were in the past, and he preferred to keep them there. But as he had learned, you could run from your past, you could hide from it, you could pretend it never happened, you could even forget about it entirely, but you couldn’t change it. Your past would always be a part of you, no matter what you did.
But he and Ashley had needed to escape from their pasts. Having left a literal trail of bodies behind in their attempt to flee from their death sentence confinement; bodies that included neighbors, wardens, cultists, hitmen, and even their own parents. They knew that it would have only been a matter of time before the authorities came after them. They’d only had one option available to them. Andrew and Ashley Graves needed to disappear, to flee the country, and leave their old identities behind.
Easier said than done, but, fortunately, demonic cultists were shady folks who knew of many illegal things, including stuff involving the dark web. Aware of the resources they would probably have at their disposal, Ashley had suggested going to them and seeing about getting new IDs and such.
Andrew had been hesitant, not seeing why the cultists would help them, but they didn’t have many options left. And it had been better than Ashley’s initial ideas of just assuming their parents’ identities or just driving around and mugging people.
Fortunately, being on good terms, for lack of a better description, with the demon that the cultists worshipped was a surefire way to get in their good graces. The trinket the demon had gifted Ashley with as well as the demon mark it had placed on Andrew’s hand that he had originally thought was a mole served to show their standing in the demon’s favor. Eager to get in favor of their chosen master as well, the cultists had been more than happy to help the Graves siblings by using their resources to get them new IDs like they wanted, including fake passports, driver’s licenses, social security numbers, birth certificates, and anything else they needed.
And so, Andrew and Ashley Graves had become Andrew and Ashley Addams. His sister had chosen the name, basing it after The Addams Family, viewing it as some kind of inside joke. In her own words, with as creepy, kookie, mysterious, and spooky as their family lives were, it seemed rather suitable.
“So would that make you Wednesday and me Pugsley?” he had asked in a deadpanned manner, not sure if he should feel insulted at who he would be.
Ashely had just giggled at that. “I would prefer to think of us as Gomez and Morticia,” she had replied in a flirtatious voice that no brother should ever hear from his blood-related sister directed at him.
He’d let out a groan at her response, but couldn’t exactly argue with it, because she was right. Their new IDs, after all, and everything else that went along with them, didn’t indicate that the two of them were siblings, their new birth certificates listing them as having different parents. Instead, their new identities stated that they were a married couple. They had certainly been living as one, in all manners of speaking, including the biblical sense.
Andrew didn’t know why he had been so against it after they had shared that dream-vision of the future. The demon had most definitely not just been messing with them like he had convinced himself it had been. As opposed to the idea as he had been at the beginning, his and Ashley’s relationship had indeed taken an incestuous turn.
Perhaps it really had been inevitable. While he had theorized that the demon had just given them a fake vision of the future for trying to share a vision, getting what he considered to be “two visions for the price of one”, the truth was, he hadn’t really believed that. That had just been the only excuse he had been able to come up with to dismiss the vision.
But then, the future wasn’t set in stone. He knew that for a fact since in a previous vision they had been killed by a hitman. However, thanks to that vision, they had been able to avoid such a fate, and had killed the hitman instead. So if that future had been avoided, then the one where he ended up literally screwing his sister should have been avoidable as well.
At least, that’s what he had told Ashley, and himself, after they’d had the vision of them becoming lovers. But he should have known better after seeing the disappointment on her face at his response. For despite his claim of how they could avoid such a future, he had gravely miscalculated, failing to take Ashley’s involvement in their futures into consideration.
While the incest route may have been something he had wanted to avoid, it certainly hadn’t been one she did. And now that she knew it was a possibility, she had done everything she could to steer their future in that direction, including directly trying to seduce him, much to his initial horror.
He’d resisted of course, at first anyway, and it had usually led to an argument whenever she tried, including a particularly nasty one when she’d tried to take advantage of him while he’d been asleep. But as bad as that fight had been, it had also been a turning point for Andrew.
“Why the hell do you keep doing this!?” he’d raged at her after having woken up to find that she had snuck into his bed in only her panties and bra, had removed most of his clothes, and had her hands on his genitals, trying to get him aroused in his sleep.
“Why the hell do you keep resisting!?” she’d shot back. “You know it’s going to happen eventually! Why not just accept it now and start reaping the benefits of it!?”
He’d groaned loudly at her response, running a hand over his face. “But it won’t happen, not if we don’t let it. You know we can avoid the fate of the visions; we’ve done it before. The real question is, why do you want it to happen so bad? Don’t you know how wrong it is?”
Looking bored, she had just crossed her arms and stared at him blankly. “Why’s it so wrong? Because society says so?”
“Society, morality, common sense, nature itself.”
She’d just scoffed at that. “Please, those things haven’t applied to us in a long time, and you know it, Andy.”
He’d lost it at that. “Do not call me Andy! I’ve told you this over and over again!”
She’d thrown her arms in the air in response. “Why is it such a big deal? Why do you hate a mere nickname so much?”
What little restraint he’d had of himself had snapped. Storming over to her, he’d grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall. “Because ‘Andy’ is who I was in the past. That’s who I was when we… when we killed Nina.”
It seemed he had startled her when he had pinned her against the wall, but she had recovered quickly, reaching up to grasp his wrists. “We didn’t kill her. She suffocated in the trunk. It was just a prank that went wrong.”
“We killed her, Ashley,” he’d countered, unable to deny the truth of it. “It may not have been murder, but it was at least manslaughter.” He’d fixed her with a glare. “And I’m betting that when we locked her in that trunk that you hoped that she would die.”
Rage had flashed in Ashley’s eyes at the accusation, and she’d shoved him back. “And so what if I did!? I’m glad she died! That bitch wanted to take you away from me!”
If she hadn’t already removed his shirt while he had been asleep, she probably would have grasped it, but instead she grabbed his arms instead, digging her nails into his skin as she looked him dead in the eye with the utmost seriousness.
“But I won’t let anyone take you away from me,” she told him with dark promise. “You’re mine, body and soul, and no one, not even that freaky demon is going to take you from me. I won’t let them. Face it, Andy, you’re stuck with me. I’m all you’ve got. I won’t let you have any romantic partners, not ever. I’ll chase away any girls who take an interest in you or who you take an interest in. So, if you want a lover, it’s going to be me or no one.”
Reaching up, he’d grabbed her arms and pried them off him. “You’re really sick, you know that.”
She’d just laughed at that. “Oh, and you’re not? We’re both fucked up, Andy. Whether by nature or nurture, we’re both screwed in the head. We’ve never been normal, and any chance we had at having a normal life has been over since we ‘manslaughtered’ Nina, and you know it.”
For some reason, Andrew had felt his temper cool, and he released her arms. “And that’s just it. That’s why I don’t want to be called Andy. Andy was the one who killed Nina and hid her body so we wouldn’t get in trouble. I want to leave him in the past, dead and buried along with her. I don’t want to be the boy who killed that little girl and have her death hanging over me. But every time you call me Andy, it’s a reminder of it. It’s forcing me to acknowledge it. That’s not who I am anymore.”
If he’d thought this would get through to her, he had been wrong, as she’d simply scoffed again. “Since when? When has it not been you? You’re just fooling yourself, and deep down, you know it. This is nothing more than a form of denial and escapism. All you’re doing is playing pretend by acting like you’re someone else. But tell me, how is being ‘Andrew’ any different from being ‘Andy’? This name philosophy you’re doing is just a coping mechanism so you don’t have to face your past. I can call you Andrew all you want, but it won’t change anything. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong.”
He’d hated what she was saying, because it was true, every word of it. “I don’t want to be a murderer.”
This had just made her roll her eyes. “Newsflash, Andrew, you are a murderer. Both ‘Andy’ and ‘Andrew’ are murderers. And before you try and say that what you did as Andrew was just self-defense or for survival, we both know that that’s not true; not all those deaths were necessary. If you really want to have an Andy versus Andrew morality debate, then Andrew has done far worse than an accidental killing from a prank, so I don’t see what your hang-up is.”
Her words had been like a punch to the gut as he was once again confronted by the reality of the situation that was his life. The way he had been running from his past, his method of coping with Nina’s death, it had just been denial. And what was the point of running from his past in light of everything he had done afterwards? It almost made his demand to bury ‘Andy’ ridiculous. No, it was ridiculous. And anything he had done as ‘Andy’ paled in comparison to what he had done as ‘Andrew’. And upon facing that revelation, he’d felt the fight drain out of himself.
It seemed that Ashley had realized he was facing a crossroads, as she had tenderly reached out and cupped his cheeks, making him look at her. “We’re both monsters, Andy, no matter what we call ourselves. The only difference is that I’ve accepted and made peace with that side of myself while you deny it. Just accept who you are and stop beating yourself up over it.”
If she had thought that her words would give him comfort, she was wrong, as they had only reignited his temper. “It’s because of you. Nina’s death, all this cult stuff we got involved in. All of this is because of you.”
This had just made her scowl at him as she released his face. “Right, like I had you at gunpoint and forced you to do everything you did instead of let you make your own damn decisions. If I recall, you were right there of your own free will the whole time with everything. I may have given you a push in a certain direction a few times, but in the end, the choices were always yours. And you chose me, every time.”
She’d then crossed her arms and fixed him with a hard look. “You want to know why I hate ‘Andrew’ and keep calling you Andy? It’s because ‘Andrew’ is a lie. He’s not the real you. He’s not honest with himself about who he is and what he did, he’s just putting up a front to hide what he’s done and using a façade to portray himself as how he wants the world to see him. If that was just to hide what Andy did, that’s one thing, but you’re actually pretending that he was a completely different person, even to you and me.”
Her hard look had become a glare. “But ‘Andrew’ is a liar. Not just to himself about who he is, but also because he broke his promise of staying by my side. ‘Andrew’ would hold me at a distance and deny who we both are. He would leave me behind and would go after other girls. But I wouldn’t let you, because you are mine. I’d rather kill us both than let some other girl take you away.”
He’d chosen to ignore most of what she’d said for the time being and just focus on the part that he knew would be the most important to her. “What are you talking about, leaving you? I chose you all those years ago. And as you yourself pointed out, I’m still choosing you now.”
“Exactly!” she’d cried, poking him in the chest. “You chose me. There’s no going back on that choice. And in choosing me, you’ve forfeited any girl who could possibly take my place. Do you really think any girl would stay with you when they learn about the real you, about what you’ve done, as Andy or as Andrew? No, of course not. But I do. I choose you too. I accept you, all of you, unconditionally.”
She had then once again reached up and framed his face with her hands. “It’s always been you, Andy. There’s no need to hide or lie or put up a front with me. I know and accept and love you, every part of you, in all ways. From the darkest part of you to the most brilliant light, you’ve always been mine. Regardless of what society thinks or says, I choose you. You’re mine, every part of you, and I’m yours. You belong to me and I belong to you as well, in all ways.”
She had then wrapped her arms around him, hooking her hands behind his neck. “So choose me again for this. Choose me for all things, and I’ll be yours completely. Your sister, your friend, your lover, your everything; whatever you need and want me to be. You’re free to do with my body whatever you want. I’ll even let you stick it in me wherever you want and whenever you want.”
Then she’d leaned in, bringing her lips dangerously close to his, too close for a sister. “Deep down, you know you want to. And what choice do you really have anyway? And even if you did, you know that you’ll still choose me in the end every time anyway, just like you always have, just like you always will. You know our bond and our relationship is not normal, but who cares?” She’d smirked. “After all, love is love, as the saying goes.”
He’d cut his eyes at her at that. “Yeah, I don’t think that whoever came up with that saying had relationships like the kind you’re talking about in mind when they said that.”
This had just made her smile more broadly. “So what? With all the immoral things we’ve done and are living with, what does this matter? It seems pretty tame in comparison if you ask me. You know you want it, but that pesky morality you’re clinging to is getting in the way. Just let it go, and let’s burn together.”
She’d kissed him after that, in a way no sister should ever kiss her brother. And worse, he hadn’t bothered resisting, not after having been confronted by everything she had dumped on him. With all the horrible things they’d done, why not just add incest into the mix? What was one more sin? He was pretty sure they were both damned anyway, if not by God for all their wicked deeds, then the demon they were involved with probably had some claim to their souls. They most likely had an eternity of wandering around the demon’s realm together as its playthings to look forward to when they died.
Perhaps she had been right when she had said that she’d figured that this would happen between them eventually after they’d shared that vision of the two of them having slept together. Despite them being siblings, there had always been this weird chemistry and sexual tension between them that had always seemed natural for them. Maybe this really had been inevitable. Yes, they were codependent on each other, and anyone who viewed their relationship from the outside would call it toxic and unhealthy, but this and that were two separate things.
All the same, he had still stopped fighting, giving up the moral dilemma and falling into bed with his sister, taking her virginity in the process as it turned out. And that certainly hadn’t been the only time. He’d also no longer became opposed to her calling him Andy, not seeing the point in denying who and what he was anymore.
Ashely had been right, he was tired of running, tired of being something he wasn’t, tired of pretending he wasn’t as twisted in the head as she was. Society would condemn them for their actions no matter what, so why let society’s standards judge them anymore? And, truthfully, it was rather liberating to finally just accept that neither of them could be fixed. Ashley had always been a sociopath while he had simply become numb to immorality over the years.
It was this acceptance of not just himself, but of their relationship that had allowed him to go off-script, so to speak, when after their first time when she had asked for a penny for his thoughts that he had chosen to use her word of “gratifying” rather than his vision-self’s word of “mortifying” as the vision had shown.
He would never forget the way her eyes had lit up when he’d said that and the way she had stared at him with such possessiveness. This had been a turning point in their relationship where they had gone from being just siblings to… more. And after they had crossed that threshold, he’d seen no reason not to continue to “reap the benefits” as Ashley had put it.
Perhaps he had been ignorant before, or maybe he had been willfully ignorant, choosing to look away from the obvious fact that his sister was obsessively in love with him, that she had been for years. But hey, it seemed as if he was just as crazy as her in how he had chosen to accept her feelings and this warped taboo of a relationship.
This had been why when they had obtained their new identities from the cult that he had gone along with them becoming a married couple, complete with a marriage certificate that the cultists had managed to obtain for them, even if it had earned them strange looks from the cultists. But they had almost mindlessly gone along with whatever was told of them by who they believed were the chosen disciples of Lord Unknown, as they called the demon. Ashley had utterly treasured that piece of paper like it was the most precious thing she owned.
But it seemed that simply having a marriage certificate hadn’t been enough for Ashley. No, she wanted it all, she wanted the real thing, and so had insisted that they be wed properly, and had ordered the cultists to hold a wedding for the two of them, promising at the end of the ceremony that she would summon the demon for them. That had been enough for the cultists to go all out in preparing them as grand a wedding as they could on such short notice.
Obviously, it hadn’t been a normal wedding, but one that revolved around the cult’s themes. As such, all the wedding decorations, including Ashely’s wedding dress, had been black, with the only exception being her bouquet, which had consisted of red roses. And the wedding’s theme fell more than a little on the macabre side. Ashely didn’t seem to mind though, and even seemed to find it amusing. In a way, it was rather suiting. Tar Soul, the demon called her after all, one whose soul was the color of tar.
Andrew hadn’t really seen the point in having a wedding if their new identities already indicated that they were married, but it had made Ashley happy, so he had decided that it was worth it. So he’d gone along with it as the head cultist had joined them together in “unholy matrimony”.
The ceremony had even gone a bit medieval, as far as Andrew was concerned, where after they had exchanged vows and rings, the head cultist had taken a knife and cut both their palms to gather some blood from each of them that he had then gathered in a goblet, which he had then offered to each of them to drink.
Andrew had stared down at the offered goblet with both his and Ashley’s blood in it before glancing at his “bride” and asking, “Really?”
She had just smiled at him before taking the goblet and taking a drink from it before giving him a smile with her bloody-stained lips. “After the other stuff we’ve eaten, drinking a little bit of blood bothers you?”
She’d then driven her point home by reaching up with her finger and smearing the blood more fully over her lips so it now looked as if she were wearing red lipstick. Andrew had just let out a groan before looking down at the now half empty goblet. There was a little more than a mouthful left, and so he had quickly down the rest, trying not to gag at the metallic taste. The head cultist had then pressed their bleeding palms together, tying their hands together and declaring them officially wed before Lord Unknown.
Andrew had cut his eyes at his sister. “You know that us being siblings pretty much moots the whole point of mixing blood to create a blood bond, right?”
She’d just rolled her eyes in amusement. “Oh, will you stop worrying about the technicalities and just enjoy yourself. Now get over here and kiss your bride.”
She’d then reached up with her hand that wasn’t tied to his to grab the front of his shirt and pull him in to do just that. The cultists had continued to cheer for them, even though it was clear that most of them were uncomfortable seeing a brother and sister kiss as newlyweds. But they were so eager to meet the demon that they referred to as Lord Unknown that they were willing to go along with anything.
Which had ultimately been their downfall. Both Andrew and Ashley had known that they couldn’t let this cult go on. Not only were they dangerous to the public in general, they were also a potential threat to the two of them should they ever figure out that they weren’t actually members and were just using them to get what they needed. That and they were also loose ends to their crimes, and they didn’t want any loose ends.
Ashley had kept up her end of the deal though. Technically. After the ceremony, she’d summoned the demon, just as she’d said she would. But as the cultists had fallen to their knees in worship, Ashley had offered up all their souls to the demon, and it had accepted. That was the arrangement she had with the multi-eyed entity; a vision of the future for every soul offered to it.
This had not only ridded Andrew and Ashley of the wicked cult once and for all, but had also provided them with a number of visions to be used at their discretion, which Ashley would be able to receive in her dreams upon sleeping with the trinket the demon had given her. Andrew knew he could also share in those visions by holding onto the trinket with her when he slept as well, but he had decided to just leave the whole clairvoyance stuff to his sister from now on in case he saw something in the future that he didn’t want to see; she would let him know if there was an upcoming threat to them.
Thus, at the end of the ritual, after the demon had departed, it was just the two of them left amongst a room full of soulless, yet still living bodies. And seeing as they were all a bunch of evil cultists, Andrew didn’t have to worry about feeling guilty.
“It’s almost like our own Red Wedding, isn’t it?” Ashley had asked with an amused smile.
Andrew had risen an eyebrow at that. “Was that a Game Of Thrones reference?”
She’d let out a giggle. “Well, considering the nature of our relationship, I’d say it’s an accurate series to reference, don’t you?”
“Not if you consider how things ended in the series for those in that type of a relationship. Or those involved with the Red Wedding. That’s not exactly the fate I would want for us.”
At that, she’d just rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be so morbid.”
“Kind of hard not to be in a room for full of dead people.”
“Well, technically, they’re not dead, just soulless. And we’re not even the ones who took their souls; that was the demon. So we didn’t really do anything to them.” She’d playfully nudged him then. “But, hey, now we have a big wedding feast for just the two of us.”
“Ashley, we are not eating them. We only did that because we were literally starving.”
She’d let out an exasperated sigh at that. “I meant that we now have the entire wedding feast for ourselves, not that we should eat them.” She’d then gave him a pointed look. “And I wouldn’t consider us eating Mom and Dad a case where we were starving.”
He’d glared at her at her response. “That was so we could get rid of their flesh before disposing of their bones. I mean it, Ashley, no more eating people.”
“Fine, fine,” she’d said, holding her hands up. “I got what I really wanted anyway; what was always mine.” She’d then hooked her arms around his neck, giving him a saucy smirk. “So, how about we consummate our marriage, my husband.”
They had, on that very alter, amongst all the soulless cultists. And afterwards had gone about setting up the scene with the intent to burn down the hideout. After all they’d done, the crime of arson really didn’t seem like a big deal. And while the rest of the world already thought that Andrew and Ashley Graves were dead thanks to the news report that had been put out about their apartment burning down, this scene was meant to stage their deaths for anyone who still knew that they were alive and might be after them.
It was an almost simple matter to fake their deaths and make it seem as if they had been sacrificed by the cultists. And burning down the hideout afterwards made for a good way to dispose of all the evidence that they were still alive. As far as anyone who examined the crime scene would be concerned, the two of them had been victims of an evil cult that had ritualistically committed suicide, and their place of worship had burned down, presumably because of one of the countless candles that had been burning, making the place a fire hazard.
“Do you think we should have had a big bowl of Kool-Aid?” Ashley had jokingly asked with a smile just before they had set the fire. “You know, to complete the scene?”
Catching on to the meaning of what she said, he’d given her a look of disapproval. “That’s messed up, Ashley.”
She’d just rolled her eyes at his reaction. “God, it was just a joke; don’t be so sensitive.”
That had been the end of their involvement with the demon. Thanks to all the souls they had provided it, they now had a surplus of visions of the future they could use. And after Ashley had assured him that she had foreseen that they were no longer in any danger from anyone, they decided to save the rest of the visions for when they might need them.
With their new IDs, not to mention the funds they had been able to obtain from the cult, they could now carve out new lives for themselves. But despite their new identities and having faked their deaths, they knew that it was still too risky to stay in the country. Not to mention they also weren’t too keen on the idea of living under the rule of a government who would put its citizens through the sick experiments it had. And so they had begun making plans to flee the country and move somewhere else, somewhere where they could truly start fresh with their new lives.
“I think we should move to Japan,” Ashley had randomly suggested when they were making a list of places to move to.
Andrew had considered her suggestion before saying, “Well, it’s certainly far away enough, but why Japan?”
She’d just shrugged in response. “I just think it’s most suitable for our situation.”
Not following her logic, he’d questioningly raised an eyebrow as he’d wondered what she was referring to. “How so?”
She’d nonchalantly wobbled her head. “Well, don’t they think that pretty much all people of our ethnic group look alike? So I figured that if we move there, if anyone thinks we look alike, then they won’t catch on that we’re siblings. And even if they do, aren’t relationships like ours more accepted there?”
Andrew had just stared at her in stunned disbelief, wondering where the hell her wild reasoning had come from. Letting out a sigh, he’d pinched the bridge of his nose as he’d tried to work through how crazy everything she had just said was.
“Ok,” he’d grumbled, “first off, that sounded racist as hell.”
She’d just raised an eyebrow at that. “What? How’s it racist? I didn’t say anything discriminative about any races.”
He’d given her an astounded look. “Saying that in Japan that they think everyone of our ethnic group looks the same. Seriously? You don’t find that racist?”
She’d just shrugged. “That’s not racist, and isn’t it pretty much a universal thing that applies to all ethnic groups? They think we all look alike just like all non-Asians think all Asians look alike, and all non-blacks think all blacks look alike, and all non–”
“Stop!” he’d interrupted, unable to bear listening to anymore of her outlandish nonsense. “Just… Just stop.”
He’d rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on as he’d reminded himself that his sister wasn’t actually racist, just incredibly ignorant at times in how she viewed the world. But did she really think that people of a one ethnic group thought that people of other ethnic groups all looked like the one in which they belonged to, or did she personally think that and just assumed that everyone else did too? He hadn’t bothered to ask though since he couldn’t deal with anymore of her ignorance at the time, nor had he wanted to argue with her about it.
“And where did you get the idea that they find relationships like ours acceptable?” he’d asked, almost afraid to hear her answer.
She’d just cocked her head to the side curiously. “Isn’t that a common thing in anime? And doesn’t most anime come from Japan and is involved with much of their culture?”
He’d groaned at aloud at that. He had been right, he shouldn’t have asked, because he had only gotten another ignorant response. “I’m pretty sure that that’s just a false stereotype and doesn’t actually happen outside of anime porn, just like it’s a common misconception that animation in general is for kids. The fact that there’s anime porn at all should clue people in on the fact that that’s not the case.”
She’d just smirked at this and given him a playful look. “Oh? And you watch much anime, do you, my dear husband?”
She had begun referring to him as her husband rather than her brother ever since the cultists had married them. Despite the wedding not being held by a registered official, or their identities being fake, or even their marriage certificate being developed by the cultists, Ashley officially considered them husband and wife and their marriage valid. And for all intents and purposes, Andrew supposed he did too.
“The point is,” he’d said, setting her ignorance aside, “is that I’m pretty sure incest is illegal and considered taboo worldwide. I think the closest that’s allowed is between first cousins.”
“That then,” Ashley had told him. “If anyone gets suspicious over the fact that we look alike, we can just say that we’re cousins.”
He’d let out a resigned sigh. “Sure, fine. Japan it is. One country is as good as another, I suppose.” He’d then given her a pointed look. “You do know that we’ll have to learn the language though, right?”
But Ashley hadn’t been bothered by this and had just waved it off. “So what? Lots of people learn to speak a second language. It’s good to be bilingual. We’ll just use that Rosetta Stone program thing and we’ll learn it in no time.”
So they had done it. It had taken some time, but they had eventually been able to move to Japan. It hadn’t been easy, but thanks to the funds they had stolen from the cult, a rather sizable amount, they had pulled it off, and even gotten an apartment home. Andrew planned to move them out of there and get them an actual house as soon as possible though. After what they had gone through in being quarantined in their parents’ apartment for three months, where the government had attempted to slowly starve them to death, he’d much rather prefer that they live in a house.
The language and writing had been a pain to learn, but when wasn’t that the case when learning a new language? And after three years, Andrew had become fluent with it while Ashley had taken five. They’d each managed to get jobs, where Andrew had become a programmer for a company and Ashley had become a waitress at a diner. It didn’t exactly make for the most glamorous lifestyle, but it was enough to live a normal life, and that was something Andrew had come to relish in and never take for granted.
As he made his way to his car, he was pulled out of his reminiscing as he received a text, and he glanced at his phone to see that it was from Ashley. She was asking him to stop by the store and pick up something. A sigh escaped him as he put his phone away and continued towards his car to do just that.
Taking out his car keys, he found his gaze drawn to the thin scar on his hand. It was only about an inch and a half long, resting neatly in the middle of his palm on his right hand, just beneath the “mole” that he had noticed after he and his sister had thrown their parents’ bones into the ocean. He knew that Ashley had an identical scar on the same hand, a permanent reminder of their union from where the head cultist had cut their palms during their wedding.
That hadn’t been the only permanent scar he had obtained that night. After he and Ashley had consummated their marriage and had been lying there together, a thought seemed to have occurred to Ashley. She had laid fully on top of him and asked if she could try something. Andrew had thought that she was referring to something sex related in light of what they had just done, and so had allowed her to take his left hand and slip his new wedding band off his finger.
She had then taken that same ring finger into her mouth, drawing upon it succulently. He’d felt her teeth lightly come down on the base of his finger, nibbling on it gently. He’d allowed her to do this for a short while, but then she had suddenly bitten down on his finger, hard. He’d cried out, not sure what she was doing, but she had bit down hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. He’d managed to get his finger free of her teeth, only now he had bloody teeth marks at the base of his finger.
“Ashely, what the hell!?” he’d snapped as he examined his bleeding finger. “Were you trying to bite my finger off? Seriously, why’d you do that?”
She’d just giggled as she licked his blood from her lips. “I was marking you as mine.” Then she had removed her own wedding ring and offered him her own finger. “Now it’s your turn.”
He’d just glared at her. “I’m not doing that to you, Ashley.”
“I want you to.” She’d then pressed her finger to his lips. “Come on, mark me.”
He’d attempted to push her away. “Stop it. What is wrong with you?”
“Just do it already.”
Then she’d all but forced her finger into his mouth and refused to take it out until he had given in and gave her a matching bite mark at the base of her left ring finger to match his. And this hadn’t been the only time this little biting ritual had occurred. For the next couple weeks, every few days, he would wake up in the middle of the night to find Ashley with his finger in her mouth, always the same one, grinding her teeth over the area to reopen the wound. And while he would scold her whenever she did this, she hadn’t stopped until she had been sure she that it would leave a scar when she finally let it heal.
And a scar he eventually did receive after the number of times she had reopened the wound. Hidden beneath his wedding band was the scarred marking of Ashley’s teeth at the base of his ring finger. He’d been mad at her about that, but had gotten over it. And she too had her own teeth mark scar hidden beneath her own wedding ring. She’d made sure that the bite mark he had left on her own finger would scar as well by scratching the scab open until, when she finally did let it heal, it would leave a permanent mark.
When Andrew had inquired as to why she had intentionally scarred them like this, she had simply said that by permanently marking each other thusly that it was their way of claiming each other. Andrew hadn’t exactly followed her logic on that, but by now he knew that sometimes it was best not to question her on certain things.
But not even that had been enough for Ashely. The wedding, the exchange of vows, the blood exchange and drinking, the scars on their palms and the base of their fingers, the rings, the wedding certificate, their incestuous relationship, it still hadn’t been enough to satisfy her seemingly obsessive desire to possess him completely. It had been why, several weeks later, she had dragged him into a tattoo shop after finally managing to convince him to get one.
And so, on her left hip, in small, fancy black letters, she had gotten the words Andy’s Girl tattooed in Brush Script style font. He, likewise, had gotten his own matching tattoo in the same font and color that said Leyley’s Boy, only his was on his left, outer bicep close to his shoulder.
He hadn’t been too keen on getting a tattoo, and had only agreed to get it due to how simple it was, the one word on top of the other, barely three inches long from the first letter to the last. The words on Ashley were bigger though, the letters almost twice the size as his, the words sitting next to each other rather than on top as they ran horizontally across her hip.
Ashley had all but marveled at the words on Andrew arm when she first saw them as she lovingly caressed the still sensitive skin. Fortunately, that seemed to have been enough marking each other for Ashley’s satisfaction.
With his thoughts returning to the present once more, he made his way down the store’s aisles to pick up what it was his “wife” had asked him to get. And as he did so, he found his mind going back to the past once again for the very reason why she had sent him on this errand.
That time had been about a year and a half ago, a little over five years since they had moved to Japan. It had been Sunday and he had been off from work, so he had opted to sleep in. After all, despite no longer suffering from nightmares and insomnia, who didn’t enjoy sleeping in on their days off? However, he had pulled from his sleep at the sound of Ashley cooing his name and gently poking him. And just as he had sleepily opened his eyes, there had been a loud popping sound that was followed by a shower of confetti that had come raining down over his head.
Startled, he’d bolted upright in bed, and through the downpour of colorful glitter, ribbons, and pieces of paper fluttering down around him, he saw a smiling Ashley standing beside their bed with a confetti cannon in her hands and a party horn in her mouth, the latter of which she blew, emitting a horn sound and causing the rolled-up end to shoot out into his face. This had certainly been new for her; usually she demanded morning sex.
The party horn in question had then dropped from her mouth as she spoke. “Good morning, darling,” she’d said in English. Despite them both now being fluent in Japanese, they still spoke to each other in English when they were alone together.
She’d then leaned in and placed a kiss to his lips. He’d just stared at her with hooded eyes before glancing down at the bed that was now covered with confetti before looking back up at her.
“Any particular reason you decided to make such a mess in our bed?” he’d asked in a deadpanned voice. “Because I’m not cleaning that up.”
Setting the confetti cannon down, Ashley had clapped her hands together in delight. “Obviously because today is a very special day; one worth celebrating!”
He’d raised an eyebrow at that as he continued to stare at her blankly. “May I ask why?”
She’d just rolled her eyes, looking amused. “Well, just think about it. What day is it today?”
“Sunday. Hence why I was sleeping in; you know I don’t have work on the weekends.”
This had earned him another roll of the eyes. “I know it’s Sunday. But why is this particular Sunday important?”
It had taken him several long moments for his still somewhat sleepy brain to figure it out. “Oh, you mean because it’s Father’s Day?”
Her face had lit up at his answer. “Bingo!”
He’d resisted the urge to groan. “Ashely, our father has been dead for nearly six years now. Or did you forget that we killed him?”
While such words would have horrified anyone else that heard them, Ashley didn’t even react. “Well, duh, but we still have a reason to celebrate the holiday.”
He’d supposed that was technically true, but they hadn’t celebrated the day, or Mother’s Day for that matter, once during the past several years since they had offered the demon their parents’ souls. “And what exactly makes this Father’s Day so special? It’s not like we’ve been celebrating them.”
Her smile had widened at his words, and she had winked at him while cocking her head to the side. “Because this year we actually have a reason to celebrate it. That’s why I waited until today to tell you.”
It had taken him a little while to process and work out what she had said, but as he did, all the remaining traces of sleep disappeared and he had given her a suspicious look. “Wait, what do you mean? What did you do?”
A somewhat guilty look had crossed her face as she fidgeted slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“What did you do, Ashley?”
She’d then averted her eyes and spoken with puckered lips. “Nothing. Not really.”
“Ashley, what did you do?”
“Technically, you did it.”
“What. Did. You. Do?”
At his insistence, she’d finally looked back at him. “Well… as it turns out, I’m maybe, kind of, sort of… pregnant…”
Her statement had been met with stunned silence as Andrew had stared at her in disbelief. Nearly a minute had passed before he had finally broken out of his stupor.
“You’re what!?” he’d shouted, throwing off the covers and turning so his legs hung off the side of the bed.
Ashley’s eyes had dropped down to his lap and she’d let out a whistle at his nudity. “Nice view? Is that for me?”
He’d ignored her comment. “What do you mean you’re pregnant!?”
Looking back up at him, she’d just shrugged. “Exactly what I said. I’m pregnant. As in, congratulations, you officially knocked me up. I’m about two months along now. I actually wasn’t sure if I would be able to hide my morning sickness from you until today came, but I managed.”
Andrew hadn’t been able to believe what he was hearing. “Why are you pregnant!? How!?”
A playful smile had crossed her face. “Well, you see, Andy, when two people love each other very, very much–”
“Not funny, Ashley,” he’d interrupted angrily. “Why are you pregnant?”
She’d cocked her head to the side, looking at him innocently. “Are you really surprised in light of how much we do it?” She’d then tapped her chin in thought. “You know, I think I might actually be a bit of a sex addict.”
“How much we do it isn’t the issue, Ashley. You were supposed to be on the pill!”
It had been Ashley’s suggestion that that would be their method of birth control. In fact, she had been rather insistent on it, claiming that condoms were a hindrance to their intimacy and that she wanted them to fully feel each other rather than latex, and that she wanted to keep “his essence” inside her even after the sex was over; she was most adamant about that. And so she had gone on the pill as soon as possible.
In response to his question though, she had just shrugged. “No form of contraception is a hundred percent effective.”
He’d simply glared at her, not believing that explanation for a second. She’d looked far too happy and smug for this to have been an accident caused by an ineffective contraceptive. Plus, the odds of her contraceptive pill not working this time aligning with the same time she was ovulating were pretty big.
“Bullshit,” he’d growled at her excuse. “Did you take them every day?”
Once again, she had averted her eyes. “I may have skipped a day or two… or more.”
“Ashley, what the hell!?”
“What? So I forgot a few times.”
“The hell you did!” he’d snapped, knowing good and well that she hadn’t forgotten anything, especially after having not forgotten for years. Honestly though, he hadn’t known why he hadn’t seen this coming. “You stopped taking them on purpose. Why?”
At his accusation, she’d dropped all pretenses. “I wanted to be a mother. Is that so wrong?”
“For us it is!” he’d shouted, running a hand through his hair in aggravation. “Jesus, Ashley, if you wanted to have kids, why didn’t you talk to me about it? We could have adopted or something.”
She’d given him a serious look at that. “As noble as that would have been, I wanted to actually have a child myself. To make something that was part you and part me. To feel it, to feel you, growing inside me, and then bring it into the world. I wanted our child to come from us. Flesh of our flesh, blood of our blood, and all that stuff. I wanted that connection, not just between our child, but between us. An eternal, unbreakable bond shared by us through our child, a true union between us, that was made from and was part of both of us.”
Of course she wanted all that. How could he have ever thought otherwise to even suggest adoption? “Ashely, this is bad. Don’t you know the consequences of inbreeding? Or what could happen to a child born from incest?”
Her seriousness had then disappeared to be replaced with playfulness once more. “You think we should have moved to sweet home Alabama instead of here?”
“Ashely, this is serious. Morality aside, it’s the primary reason people shouldn’t commit incest. Our child could be born deformed or mentally handicapped.”
Her playfulness had disappeared once more at that. “Technically, that’s always a possibility, even among couples who don’t share a blood connection. The chances of it happening with those that do simply goes up due to both parties sharing the defective genes or whatever that causes such abnormalities, so the odds of it happening go up since the defective genes stay in the family, so to speak.”
Her knowledge on this matter surprised him. “And you know all this how?”
She’d crossed her arms and given him a superior look at his question. “I’m not stupid, Andy. I looked it up, and it’s not as bad as everyone thinks. It’s true that while the closer related the two parties are, the higher the chances of something being off with their children are. For siblings, the chances of having a child that has some form of deformity or some kind of mental handicap is anywhere between one and seventy-five percent. And that deformity could be something as minor as having an extra finger on their hand, or something else so small that it’s not even noticeable. It’s only when inbreeding happens generation after generation that the deformed monstrosities like you see in horror movies and severally mental handicaps start happening. Our child could only have a one or two or three percent chance of having something wrong with it.”
“Or a seventy-five percent chance,” Andrew countered. “A one to seventy-five chance means anywhere between one and seventy-five percent. Sure, nothing may happen, or if it does, it could be something really small, but do you really want to take a chance that our child will have something really wrong with it?”
She, however, had just waved off his concern. “Don’t worry, he won’t.”
Her choice of words had caught his attention. “How do you know? And what do you mean ‘he’? Is that some sort of mother’s intuition?”
A somewhat guilty look crossed her face again and she’d once more looked away. “I just know, ok. I made sure.”
Well, that had sounded vague and ominous, and her reaction had let him know that she had slipped up. “Made sure how?” When she hadn’t answered, he’d reached out and grasped her arm, giving her a waring look. “If you have anything else to tell me, Ashley, now’s the time.”
She had looked back at him then, her guilty expression becoming one that was meant to butter him up. “Ok, but you can’t be mad at me.”
“Ashley…”
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
His hold on her arm tightened in warning. “Damn it, Ashley, will you just tell me already!”
Letting out a harrumph, she had pulled out of his grip and crossed her arms. “It’s not a big deal. I just used the trinket to make sure the baby would come out alright. That’s how I knew it was a him. I got a vision of the three of us when our son was about ten, I think, maybe a year or two older. He looked fine and showed no signs of any mental handicaps, so it seems the odds of him turning out normal despite us being siblings was in our favor. So there’s no problem.” A loving smile spread across her face. “You should have seen him, Andy; he looks just like a little you and me combo.”
He’d taken his time processing her words. She’d gotten a vision of ten to twelve years in the future and saw that their son had turned out normal? Well, that was a relief. And yes, he believed her on that; he knew she wouldn’t lie about something like this. In fact, he suspected that if she had seen that their child didn’t turn out normal, or at least relatively normal, that she would have just gotten an abortion and then gotten pregnant again. Without telling him anything. Hell, she may have done that already; he wouldn’t put it past her. But if she did, that wasn’t something he wanted to know about, so he didn’t say anything about it. Sometimes ignorance was bliss.
But then something had occurred to him, something that didn’t add up. They still had a good number of visions in reserve, having only used the demon’s trinket when necessary and saving the visions for if and when they might need them in the future.
However, the trinket had only ever showed them random future events, and never so far ahead in time. So for Ashley to use the trinket and to just happen to get the kind of vision she wanted so far in the future, that was a little too suspicious.
“Hold up a second,” he’d said to her with an inquiring scowl, “you’ve never gotten such a specific vision of what you wanted to see before, and never so far into the future. So how come you got one this time?”
He’d watched as her eyes widened as she’d realized that he had picked up on that. Then she’d once again averted her eyes, an uneasy look on her face. That had been more than enough to let him know that this hadn’t been a simple matter of her sleeping with the trinket and receiving a vision.
“Ashley…” he’d growled lightly.
She’d sighed in resignation. “Fine, I summoned the demon, ok.”
He’d groaned at that, his suspicions confirmed, and rubbed his eyes in frustration. “God damn it, Ashley, we said we wouldn’t do that unless it was an emergency. We’re supposed to have left all that behind.”
“I know, I know. But I wanted to make sure our baby would be ok before I told you about it. So I summoned the demon and asked for a specific vision several years from now that would show whether it would be ok or not.”
Andrew had raised a suspicious eyebrow at that. While the demon seemed to like them, or at least his sister, he still didn’t trust it. “And? What did it say? It obviously gave you what you wanted, but what was the catch?”
Not looking at him, she’d nonchalantly tapped her index fingers together. “Well, since I was asking for a specific vision, it wanted an extra soul.”
He’d had to resist groaning at that. “Tell me that just meant that it was costing us two visions for the specific one you wanted.”
To his dismay, she had shaken her head. “No, I tried going for that, but it wouldn’t budge. It wanted a new soul.”
Which she had obviously gotten for it if she had received the vision she wanted. “Damn it, Ashley, we said we weren’t going to kill anyone else. Or soul-snatch; whatever you want to call it.”
“I didn’t! It was self-defense.”
He’d given her a baffled look at her explanation. “What?”
“I said it was self-defense.”
She’d given the demon a soul in self-defense? Somehow, he’d doubted that. “Fine, how exactly was it self-defense?”
She’d fidgeted in unease. “Ok, so, you remember that news report of that pervert who was sexually assaulting women in that neighborhood a few towns over. Well, I had some business in that area, and I just happened to run into the guy. I had my taser on me though, so I stunned him, then knocked him out with a whack over the head. And while he was out, I summoned the demon and offered his soul to it. I figured it was ok in this case since he was a predator.”
She’d given him a hopeful look after that, but he had just narrowed his eyes at her. “Let me get this straight. After finding out that you needed to give the demon another soul to get the vision you wanted, you coincidentally had business in the neighborhood where a pervert who assaults women was on the prowl, after I warned you to stay away from there until the guy was caught, and you just happened to run into him. Then, after he attacked you, you managed to get the upper-hand and took the opportunity to offer his soul to the demon so you could get what you needed. Is that about right?”
Still attempting to look innocent, she had wobbled her head. “More or less.”
He’d given her a look of disbelief. “Bull. You didn’t have any business there. You intentionally went there in the hopes of running into him, didn’t you? You went looking for him so he would come after you to give you the excuse to ‘defend yourself’, and then you gave him to the demon.”
She hadn’t bothered to deny it. “Well, would you have preferred that I offered up an innocent person who would be missed and put us at risk? I needed that vision, Andy, so I used someone who deserved it.”
Andrew had groaned, running a hand over his face. Yes, at least she hadn’t killed some random person. But still. “For the love of God, Ashley, do you want the police to be after us? Do you want to have us go on the run again? We agreed, no more killing.”
“I know, I didn’t kill him,” she’d replied. “We saw with Mom and Dad that having your soul taken doesn’t actually kill you, remember? So after the demon took his soul, I cleaned up the ritual sight and made an anonymous phone call to the police and told them that I was attacked by the molester they were searching for and that I managed to knock him out. Then I left the scene. Don’t worry, I made sure there was no evidence that I was there. The police came and took him away, and that was it. Didn’t you see the news report about him?”
Andrew’s brow had furrowed in thought as he’d thought back. Yes, now that she had mentioned it, he did remember seeing on the news that the predator had been apprehended and was now in a coma after one of his victims had fought back. It seemed they thought his coma was the result of the blow to his head. Which made sense, as they would never suspect that the real reason for his “coma” was because a demon had stolen his soul. But it hadn’t occurred to him that Ashley had been involved in any of that. He, like everyone else, had simply believed what the news report had said about the incident.
He’d let out a resigned sigh. As frustrated as he had been, and as angry as he had been that she had put herself in danger the way she had, not to mention because she had summoned the demon again, he had to admit that it seemed like she had covered her tracks. And since there were no other mysterious cases of people in a “coma” or unresolved deaths, that seemed to indicate that this had been the first time Ashley had pulled this stunt.
But even if her involvement had been discovered, what would be her crime? Defending herself against someone who was known for assaulting women who the police were already after? If anything, they would thank her. But he still couldn’t condone her actions; they put them both at risk.
“I swear, Ashley, I love you, but sometimes you drive me out of my damn mind.”
A flirtatious smile had spread across her face as she had reached out and walked her middle and index fingers up his chest. “Oh, come on. It all worked out. I took care of everything. Now we know our son will be ok, and the world is down one predator. It’s a win-win.”
He’d reached up to grab her hand, unwilling to let her distract him. But as he’d opened his mouth to scold her, he’d found that he really didn’t know what to say. Instead, he’d felt the fight drain out of him and let out a groan. There was nothing to be done about it; the damage was done. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”
In response, she’d hooked her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. “It’ll be fine. Compared to all the shit we went through, parenthood will be a cinch. At the very least, we certainly can’t do worse than our own parents, Daaaaaddy.”
She’d made to crawl on his lap, but he’d reached up and removed her arms, fixing her with a glare. She’d simply given him an inquiring look, as if waiting for him to raise any further concerns or complaints, looking ready to counter any of them. Instead, he’d just let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re sure the baby will turn out ok and grow up normal? There’s nothing wrong with it?” Then he’d remembered that she had said that they were having a son. “Him.”
She’d given him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. He was perfectly normal, both physically and mentally.” But then she’d looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I wouldn’t say ‘normal’ exactly, but there was definitely nothing wrong with him.”
That had set off immediate alarm bells. “What do you mean?”
She’d just nonchalantly twirled around a lock of her air as she refused to meet his eyes. “Nothing much. There’s just this one minor physical feature that I wouldn’t exactly call ‘normal’, but that’s it.”
“And that is?”
She’d just smiled and casually placed a finger to her lips. “I’m not going to tell you, but trust me, it’s nothing to worry about. I actually kind of like it.”
“For God’s sake, Ashley, will you just tell me already!”
Still smiling, she’d just shaken her head. “Nope, it’s a surprise. You’re just going to have to wait until he’s born in seven months. But don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, and it won’t negatively affect his life or ours, I promise.” She’d then given him a serious look. “By the way, since we’re having a baby, you’re going to have to stop smoking. Or at least step outside whenever you do.”
He’d let out a groan as he’d realized that she really wasn’t going to tell him. But he at least trusted that she had the baby’s well-being in mind. So if she said whatever physical features their son developed as a result of being born as a product of incest wasn’t anything bad, he believed her.
Letting out another sigh, he’d sat back, propping himself up on his arms. “Fine, but if I agree to this, then I have four conditions.”
Smiling once more, she’d gotten down on her knees, resting her head on his thighs as she’d looked up at him playfully. “It’s a little late for that, but fine, tell me your conditions.”
Her hand had begun to reach between his legs, but he’d grabbed her wrist before she could take hold of his member, giving her a serious look. “I’m serious, Ashley. These conditions are non-negotiable.”
Frowning, she’d lifted her head up, giving him a challenging look. “Or what? The damage is already done.”
He’d just returned her challenging look with one of his own. “Or no sex.”
She’d blinked, clearly caught off guard by what he said, but then her mouth had dropped open in outrage and she’d given him a baffled look. “Huh? Hey, I’m the girl; I’m supposed to be the one who withholds sex as a punishment.”
He’d just scoffed at the stereotype. “This coming from the one who wants it every night?”
“I don’t exactly hear you complaining. You know that you enjoy it just as much as me. You’d just be depriving yourself as well.”
He hadn’t been able to argue with that, but he had given her a pointed look. “Remind me which of us admitted that they think they might be a sex addict and then tell me which of us you think would suffer more.”
It had been rather satisfying to see her eyes widened as she’d realized her mistake. But then she had just smirked knowingly. “I could always just seduce you, you know. And you know that you can’t resist me. Hell, you hadn’t been able to resist back when you were opposed to the idea of us having a sexual relationship. So what makes you think that you could resist me after you’ve accepted and are now in one?”
He’d just scowled at that, unwilling to accept the truth of her words. “Ashley, will you just hear me out. My conditions are reasonable.”
She’d just sighed and gotten to her feet, holding up her arms in a shrug. “Fine, fine. What are your conditions?”
He’d held up a finger. “Number one, we don’t tell our son anything about our past. Not about what happened to us, not about the cult or the demon or the trinket it gave you, not about the people we killed and ate, and especially not about us being siblings and him being a product of incest.”
She’d just rolled her eyes at this. “Well, duh. Did you really need to make that a condition? I thought all that was a given. Why would we ever tell him about any of that? We’ll just stick to the backstory we fabricated for ourselves about our pasts.”
He’d nodded, satisfied with her response. He’d known that she herself would have gone along with this anyway, even without making it one of his conditions, but he’d wanted to make sure.
Holding up a second finger, he’d said, “Number two, we never involve him in anything with the demon, not ever. Even if something happens in the future where we need to summon it for some reason, we keep our son out of it. Understood?”
Ashley had hesitated at this and seemed to think it over. “Well, I can agree with that overall, but if there is an emergency that makes it necessary for us to summon the demon, we might not be able to hide it from him.”
Andrew had considered this for a few moments before relenting. “Ok, fair enough. We keep him out unless it’s an emergency and it’s impossible not to. If such a situation arises where it’s unavoidable, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But overall, we keep him out.”
Ashley had nodded in agreement. “Fine then. What’s the third condition?”
He’d held up a third finger. “Condition three, you have to promise that you won’t ever have sex with our son.”
This condition had left her completely shocked. Once she had gotten over her surprise though, she had looked both disgusted and angry. “That’s disgusting! First of all, I would never cheat on you. Second of all, even if I did, what the hell makes you think that I would ever want to have sex with my own son!?”
He’d just cut his eyes at her. “Gee, I wonder why.”
Still looking angry, she had rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Please. At least give me some credit. You know it’s different with us. I wouldn’t want to screw my son any more than I would want to bang our father.” She’d shivered in disgust. “Seriously, that’s gross.”
This too had been something else he’d known that she would agree to, but once again, it was still better to be sure. It was also reassuring to know that his sister wasn’t completely immoral. “And the last condition, no more children.”
Her disgust had disappeared and her eyebrows rose at that. “What?”
“I said no more children for us, Ashley, not ever.”
She’d studied him for a few moments after that before cocking her head to the side inquiringly. “Really? You don’t want to keep the possibility open at all?”
He’d just glared at her. “I mean it, Ashley. If you say that our son turns out fine, then I believe you, but I don’t want to play the odds again and end up with a kid who’s deformed or retarded.”
Her eyebrows had risen once more at that. “Wow, really? You’re using the ‘R’ word?”
“I’m not exactly in the mood to try and be politically correct right now. I mean it, Ashley, no more kids. And I’m talking about a permanent solution too, not just sticking to contraceptives.”
He’d meant that too. After Ashley had pulled this little stunt in not taking her pills, he wasn’t taking any chances. Even if he started using protection, he wouldn’t put it past her to start poking holes in his condoms or something if she decided that their son should have a younger sibling in the future.
Ashley had stared at him for a short while afterwards, as if to see just how serious he was about his decision, but then had finally sighed. “Fine. But I have a condition of my own.” She had then dramatically pointed at him. “If we’re not going to have any more children, the you’re getting a vasectomy.”
He’d blinked at that, surprised by her unexpected request. “Uh, what?”
“You heard me. You’re getting a vasectomy. I’m going to make sure no other girls can have your children.”
He’d blinked a few more times at that, trying to make sense of her words before scowling at her. “Wait, are you implying that I might…? Ashley, I’m not going to cheat on you.” Not only had the thought never occurred to him, but he knew good and well that if he did that Ashley would undoubtedly kill whoever it was that he slept with.
Ashley had just rolled her eyes in response. “I know that, but who knows what might happen in the future. I could die in a car crash or something; you never know. And if you remarry after that or something, I’m going to make sure you can’t have kids with anyone else. That is my right alone.” She’d then given him a pointed look. “Plus, if I die, I fully plan to haunt you and scare away any girls that try and get close to you.”
Andrew had opted not to tell her that in most cases almost all vasectomies were reversible. He wasn’t planning on having any more children anyway, and, honestly, had never even thought about having children at all before now. But if it would satisfy Ashley and get her to agree, then he would go along with it.
“Alright, fine,” he’d relented, “I’ll get a vasectomy, and you promise to abide by my conditions.”
She’d smiled in satisfaction at that. “Deal. Pinky swear?”
She’d held out her pinky finger to him. Andrew had just sighed at her childishness, but had returned the smile as he reached out to curl his pinky finger with hers and they shook on it. “Yes, it’s a promise.”
“Good,” she’d replied before giving him a saucy smile and climbing onto his lap so she was straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “And as a reward for being such a good boy, I’ll let you drink my milk once I start lactating until the baby gets here. In fact, I insist on it. Waste not, want not after all; we know the importance of that.” She’d then leaned in and kissed him. “For now though, I think we have cause to celebrate.”
Andrew had found himself returning the smile as he’d placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. “Yes, I suppose we do.” But as he’d leaned in to kiss her, he’d suddenly paused as something occurred to him. “Wait, I have one more condition. Stop using my toothbrush.”
Ashely had just smiled before kissing him again and saying against his lips, “No.”
That had been nearly two years ago. And seven months after Ashley had told him that she was pregnant, she had given birth, and it had indeed been a son, just as she had said her vision had showed her. The reason she had texted him to go shopping was because they were out of diapers and she had asked him to pick up more on his way home. So he pushed aside the memories of his past as he found the brand of diapers they used and went to make his purchase before heading home.
Upon pulling into his parking spot, he let out a groan as he looked up at the apartment. It was by no means a bad pace to live, but he really wasn’t fond of apartments. He knew that Ashley felt the same, but it took time to save up enough money to buy a house. The extra expenses a baby provided just meant that it would take even longer, but they would get there soon enough.
“I’m home,” he announced as he stepped inside.
He found Ashley sitting on the couch watching TV with their infant son in her lap. She turned to him as he entered the room and her face lit up. “Daddy’s home!” she said, and lifted their son up in front of her face and wiggled him back and forth as if he were the one talking as she spoke in a baby voice. “And just in time too. Baby made a stinky.”
Andrew sighed even as he smiled. “Why did you wait until we were out of diapers before telling me to get more?”
Ashley lowered their son back down on her lap. “I thought we had an extra box left, but those turned out to be baby wipes. The design on the box is practically the same.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he muttered as he went to sit beside her on the couch. “Time for another episode of Andy And Ashley Change A Dirty Diaper?”
She just smiled and handed their son over to him. “Nope, just you this time. I’ll get the powder and wipes.”
He just rolled his eyes as he took their son, who babbled in response, and laid him down. Ashley went to retrieve the powder and wipes like she said as Andrew began to undress the infant, wincing at the foul smell emitting from the diaper.
“Someone made a stinky alright,” he grumbled. “A really bad stinky.”
“Good thing it’s Daddy’s turn to change him,” Ashley replied as she returned with a package of wipes and a bottle of baby powder.
He cut his eyes at her. “Why does it seem like it’s always my turn during the particular smelly or messy ones?”
She just innocently averted her eyes at his question. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear husband. Maybe you just have bad luck.”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s it,” he muttered sarcastically.
Ashley just giggled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Love you, Andy.”
He sighed and allowed a smile to graze his face. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, Leyley.”
He then returned his attention to their son and went about changing his diaper. Just as Ashley had said when she had first told him that she was pregnant, there was nothing wrong with their son, but there was one minor detail that stood out, and Andrew’s gaze took in that feature.
It was the eyes. Something was off with his son’s eyes. Heterochromatic, that’s what the condition was called. A genetic anomaly where a person had two different colored eyes. His son’s right eye was green while his left eye was pink, quite literally giving him both his and Ashley’s eyes. When he was born and opened his eyes for the first time, Andrew had immediately known why Ashley had said why she liked the abnormality she had seen their son have in her vision. It was just one more way she was able to see them both in their son.
As he finished strapping on the new diaper, he felt Ashley drape herself over his back and wrap her arms around his neck as she rested her chin on his shoulder. She then licked the shell of his ear before gently nibbling on it before, as if she knew about his trip down memory lane earlier today, she whispered to him, “See, I told you that everything would be fine for us. Everything turned out perfect. We can call it The Epilogue Of Andy And Leyley.”
Andrew scoffed in amusement. “An epilogue means the end. Or leads up to it. This is hardly the end for us.”
She giggled. “Yes, I suppose you’re right, dear husband. How about The Aftermath Of Andy And Leyley? No, that implies an ending too. What about The Life Of Andy And Leyley?”
“I think you’re thinking about it too much.”
She let out another giggle. “Perhaps. But if this was the ending of a story, I’d say this would be the best way to end it for the two of us, don’t you?”
“Hmm,” Andrew muttered thoughtfully. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
“At least until the sequel,” Ashley added playfully. “If there is one.”
For some reason, as she said this, Andrew felt his attention be drawn to his hand with the “mole” on it. For just a split second, he thought he saw a red marking surrounding it that appeared on his palm that looked an awful lot like an eye, but then it was gone, having been there just long enough for him to wonder if it really had been there at all or if he had just been seeing things.
“Yes, well,” he muttered as he put it out of mind, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

(A/N: Wait all you want, but I'm afraid there isn't going to be a sequel. I'm actually surprised I ended up writing a story for this at all. When the idea first came to me, I initially planned on holding off on it until the third and final chapter of the game came out, but the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me alone, to the extent that they were actually interfering with the other stories I'm working on. So I produced this real fast since it was obvious that they wouldn't stop until this story was on paper. Basically, I wanted to write a story of how I thought things would end up for Andrew and Ashley after they ran away. And yeah, an outcome like this is probably very likely, or at least something along these lines. Who knows, after the third chapter comes out, I might go back and tweak this story a bit in order to fit it in more canonically with whatever happens in the third game. I guess we'll have to see. But before I close out, just one final reminder that I don't condone Andrew or Ashley's actions, nor do I share their thoughts or feelings on the matters that were brought up. If you enjoyed this story, well, I hope your inner darkness was appeased.)
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