Disclaimer: If I owned Victorious, the long overdue duet between Victoria and Elizabeth would've happened in season 1 and would've been followed by a few more. They're both amazing peformers.
"Well, for one, I think this house is a representation of your sick mind."
- Finn The Human, Adventure Time
She's not gone... She's not gone...
Robbie Shapiro was sitting in the middle of the wreckage that was once his apartment, rocking back and forth as he replayed this mantra inside his head. The glass coffee table was in pieces, shards of glass spread across the floor, the couch's stuffing was all over the place, the couch itself in shreds. Pictures, plates, household items of all kinds were scattered around, shattered beyond repair. There were scratches along the walls and a small fire had started in the corner where a power outlet had blown.
The place looked as if a tornado had touched within the walls of the apartment.
The only area that had been left untouched was a small room down the hall. Robbie didn't dare open that room. His sister's room. He was afraid of that room, afraid of what he'd find inside. Afraid that he would find it empty.
She was in there. She had to be.
Today didn't happen, Robbie thought. It was just a bad dream...
"Was it?"
Robbie turned his head to look at the one who had spoken. The young man's cocky smile filled Robbie with a hatred he didn't think he could ever contain.
"Was it really.. just a dream, Rob?" The man hollered, casually making his way through what was left of Robbie's apartment. "I mean, really?"
"It was," Robbie answered, shakily. "It has to be, I would never, ever let anything ha-"
"But that," the man interrupted, the smile never leaving his eyes. "Is where this gets funny, you see, because you did. Let this happen, I mean."
Robbie refused to believe it. "She's not dead, I wouldn't be here if she wa-"
"You are so fucking blind," the smile had disappeared from the boy's face. "You were fucking there, man, you saw the fucking collision, any normal fucking human fucking being wouldn't survive a fucking crash like that!"
His voice was rising. But Robbie wouldn't be left unheard.
"Then why am I here?" he asked, softly. He was glad the fear he felt wasn't showing up in his tone. "I-I live to protect her, if I'm here she has to be too! Why am I here?!"
"That," the man replied, a thoughtful look taking over his features. "Is one hell of a philisophical question that I, unfortunately, can 't answer, Rob, but I'm sure you can."
"What the y-"
Robbie never finished his question, but he sure got the answer.
Quick as lightning, the man was standing over him, a gun in his hand, pointed straight at Robbie's temple. Robbie let out a quick gasp, hands reaching up to grab the gun, the man doing nothing to stop him. But instead of taking it from the young man's grasp like he'd intended, Robbie felt himself going for the trigger instead, his fingers over it, ready to pull.
"I suppose you have a bit of a point," the man said. "You have no reason to be here anymore... Rosy's gone... and I doubt your friends'll complain." He bit his lip in thought.
"No, they would, they're called 'friends' for a reason," Robbie whispered, shaking as he stared, cross-eyed, at the gun. "I'm far from the end of the line."
"You are so close to the end," he replied before his voice grew into a psycotic yell. "C'MON! END IT!"
Robbie closed his eyes. He could feel it, every muscle in his body tensing as he felt himself squeezing the-
"No," Robbie whispered. "No!"
Robbie threw him off, grabbing the gun and launching it out a window, the sound of shattering glass reaching his ears as he leaped up, ran at the front door, threw it open and bolted out of the building, into the night, the sound of rain drowned out by the sound of his erratic heartbeat.
He could still hear Travyl's screams as he ran.
"RUN, FORREST, RUN! YOU CAN ONLY AVOID ME FOR SO LONG!"
I know, I've got a two-shot to finish, and I can tell updates for this will be anything but plentiful... But I had to start this. I've wanted to do this for about a year now. I think I'll be a little bit ambiguous on the whole with the overall point of this story. Except, CabbieFluffQueen knows most of the plot...
Damn. Didn't think about that.
Anyway, like I mentioned above, updates won't be plentiful. I'm not sure, I've only written a few chaps.
Anyway, I'll get that two-shot done ASAP but I really needed to get this out. If you recognise a few quotes from other pieces of media, please don't call me out on it. They're intentional shout-outs. There will be... I guess you could call them supernatural undertones in this... but their going to be as sutble as I can make them because... they might not even be there... That's my call...
Expect to see that quote at the top again.
I hope you enjoy this, dear reader, because I'm definitely going to... Oh, the suffering I'll inflict...