DO YOUR EYES DECIVEV YE? NAY, TIS THE LONG AWAITED CONTINUATION OF "Everyone Is Batshit"! FEAST UPON ITS GORE AND INSANITY FILLED GLORY LOYAL FANS WHO I THINK HAVE BEEN FORCED TO WAIT NEARLY HALF A YEAR!
This is probably going to be the only Authors note, unless there's something I feel y'all REALLY need to know, so don't worry about seeing this ever chapter.
There was blood everywhere.
So, so much blood.
Blood on the walls.
Blood on the floor.
Blood on his precious, precious mirror.
Oh no, that would not do. He was trying to get the boy's attention, maybe to get him to help, not scare him off.
"Children? Are you alright?"
He dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor, right beside the body of Mary.
He wouldn't call it a body anymore, it was more exposed bones and guts now than actual skin.
"I heard screaming."
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"Don't make me come up there!"
He raised his hand to touch the other boy's shoulder –they looked alike! Maybe they were long lost siblings? - And was shocked to come into contact with a cold, invisible surface.
He slid his hand down he invisible field, watching as bloody tracks were left from his fingers. He frowned, tilting his head in thought.
How could he get the boys attention?
"Stupid brats. Always with the screaming and never answering –you better not be bothering the Riddle boy again!"
Oh, never again will they, he thought, giggling as he picked up Andy's head by the hair. His body was lying beside Mary's, the blood from his neck mixing with hers.
Andy never believed him about the boy on the other side. None of the children did, but Andy was the most vocal about it. Maybe all he needed was a closer look!
"Now, I'm going to ask one more time, what's with all the –Oh my God!" Mrs. Cole, head matron for Wool's orphanage, screamed.
The room was furnished like every other in the orphanage, with one exception. A single bed with a large mirror and desk, walls splashed with a deep shade of red. All the other rooms were a pale cream color, some of them with yellowing flower wallpaper.
She gagged when she realized what the red coloring was that stained the walls and a putrid odor hit her nose. The scent of death and blood, mixing and fermenting in the heat of the room, was not a pleasant scent. She covered her mouth and glanced down at the floor, immediately turning to vomit at the sight that greeted her.
The body of Mary Lancaster was splayed open across the floor, her chest ripped open and sternum splintered in two. Her intestines had been pulled out, scattered around her graying body, and her face had been slashed beyond recognition. The only indication of her identity- a trademark bow remained in blonde hair, gleaming as red as the blood around it.
A headless corpse lay beside her, several stab marks littering the torso and thighs. The cuts were jagged and deep, blood oozing from them even after the heart had been ripped out. It lay beside the stump that was once a left arm, appearing to have been crushed and yanked apart.
Several other bodies were scattered about, some with their faces slashed and others with multiple stab wounds. Some were even missing limbs and heads.
And, standing center in the carnage, was ten year old Tom Riddle. He had Andy Lancaster's head in his hands, one wrapped tightly around his hair and the other holding the bottom of his neck.
"Ah, Mrs. Cole!" he said happily, smiling brightly when he saw his guardian in the doorway. His fingers squeezed the flesh of Andy's neck, causing a thicker trail of blood to flow down his arm and drip from his elbow to the floor. "You're just in time to help me show Andy my new friend!"
With that said, he viciously slammed the head against the mirror. The sound of breaking cartilage and bones was heard, along with a wet slap of blood and flesh meeting glass. A glob of clotted, congealed blood fell from the bottom of the neck, meeting the floor with a wet plop, and Tom frowned slightly.
"See the problem? We can't get to him. But I'm sure if I try hard enough, he'll see me!" He pulled the head away from the glass, leaving a pool on the floor, and slammed it back into the mirror. The skull cracked along the forehead, causing a chunk of brain to fall onto the floor.
Tom giggled and looked at her expectantly.
Mrs. Cole immediately slammed the door, shoving the key into it to lock it closed, effectively trapping Tom in his room with his carnage. She felt an ounce of guilt for leaving any live child in the room, but quickly squashed it. All the children in there were beyond dead.