Addiction
Characters: Simon Petrikov
~Pairings: Simon/Betty
Word Count: 508
Warning: Mentions of addiction
Simon Petrikov had never done drugs before, sure he'd been offered some in high school and even by fellow work buddies at times, but he'd always said no. It was too dangerous, too unpredictable, and he didn't like the idea of not being in control of his body once the high hit and then once again as it wore off. He liked knowing that he would be able to remember the things he'd done the day before, he liked the fact that he would never be addicted to a substance, and most importantly he liked being in control of his actions. He liked constants.
So how was it that he came to posses the most dangerous drug of all? One that you couldn't eat or smoke, but rather one you could wear, one whose addiction beckoned him far more than any drug addicts' nicotine ever could. A drug that he found he simply couldn't say no to.
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Licking his lips nervously Simon held the golden crown in his hands, watching in fascination at how the light reflected off the gems that were merged into its surface. He was only going to hold it, at least that's what he'd told himself when he'd taken it out of the safe, but now it beckoned him, tempted him. It wanted him to put it on.
Raising it above his head, he began to slowly lower it down onto his head, only to jolt to awareness suddenly and throw the monstrosity across the room in panic. It hit the opposite wall with a bang and Simon jumped at the sound.
"Just leave it there," Simon muttered to himself. "Just leave it there, don't go get it. Remember what happened last time, remember waking up and realizing you'd never see Betty again, remember the horror, the promise."
But it beckoned him, called him and though the crown was gone from his head Simon could swear that something monstrous was floating in and out of vision. He needed to be able to fight the monster, he needed to be able to protect himself from such illusions and for that he needed the crown.
Scrambling over on his hands and knees Simon picked up the crown and ignoring the way his hands shook he placed the cursed object on his head.
Whiteness, then the monsters poured into his vision, the demons, the insanity, and then finally the blackness took him.
Simon awoke to an office full of snow and ice, he awoke to see his precious research notes torn and damp from cold, he awoke to his home in shambles and the crown in his hands.
"I was only going to hold it," he whispered to no one. "I was only going to hold it I swear, I didn't mean to—"Simon's words were lost in a choking sob as his drug slipped from his fingers and fell into the snow. In the whiteness Simon sobbed about the darkness.
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Simon Petrikov had never done drugs, but he'd found something far worse to become addicted to.
I have fallen in love with writing Simon Petrikov stories, he's just such an interesting character to explore and write about
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