title: orange
rating: PG?
warnings: spoilers, poetry?! omg, gay, I can't write a res dogs thing without channeling some serious freddy feels, EVERYONE DIES THE END
pairing: CREAMSICLE/Mr. White (Larry Dimmick) & Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke)
author's notes: i'm sorry about this sheesh i'm such an asshole
orange
orange?
orange?
mr. orange?
freddy thinks about orange.
what is orange.
what is not orange.
and he doesn't know which one
that he falls in to
because he really isn't sure about mr. orange.
ugh
orange..
it's ridiculous
and hokey
and he can't help wondering
if there was even a reason
that he was given it.
he doesn't even like orange.
sometimes he feels orange
when larry smiles at him
tells him jokes
and stories
and gave him information that he was told not to
because it made him feel
good
it made him feel so good.
it meant he was good at his job
but the attention from larry was..
something different
and it made him glow.
and that is orange
that is orange.
the blood on his hands
and his face
and the floor
is not orange.
it is red
it is thick
it is warm
and dripping from his fingers
when he can even find the strength
to lift his hands.
and the fear he feels
is not orange either.
it's horrible and black
and it's around his throat.
and he tries to blink it from his eyes
but it just makes him want to cry out.
because larry isn't here
to make it go away.
and despite himself
he thinks of the name again.
he doesn't know why he got stuck with such a hokey name
but he found himself becoming it.
in the days that turned into weeks
he found himself believing his lies
and he felt like shit
for letting larry do the same.
so he let go of all his lies.
he came clean.
and it was good.
even when he felt a gun
against his head
and tears
that weren't his
fall
against his face.
there were no colours then.
not anymore.
just white.
as he squeezed his eyes shut.
and larry
pulled the trigger.