Such Horrible Things
A/N: Based off of a song by Creature Feature, I will now reveal to you why Beyond Birthday is an orphan :D Genießen! Enjoy! BTW, it rhymes big time. [See what I did there? Eh? Eh? XD]
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my name. And even then, other people have the same name as me. So I am worthless to all of existence. YAY! Maybe now BB will love me!
If there is one tale where justice does not prevail, it would be about the ill-fated life of Beyond Birthday that was so very full of strife where two wrongs did not make a right.
When he was born, he scorned his parents' names and their lives went down the drain. It drove them insane because his birth was a curse; he bit the nurse, but he loves the worst.
When he was two, be poured superglue into his father's hair as he sat unaware in his armchair. To his dismay, he had to cut it all away, but Beyond felt great about it.
When he was four, he'd wait by the door with a knife in his hand and a devious plan. He thought it was grand as the mail fell through the slot; the sharp edge the mailman got was a loving thought.
When Rue was six, he used to trick the next-door-neighbor's son. They would run in the woods, and Beyond had fun playing hide and seek because it had a cost- the little boy would be forever lost.
When he was eight, Beyond set his house on fire when no one was around because he loved the sound and because he hated the color of it- it was quiet as a mouse to him.
When he was ten, he used to pretend to drown in the sea, and when the people would go to rescue him, he'd laugh in their face, knowing that it was a disgrace.
When BB was twelve, he loved delving into evil schemes just to elicit screams, so to boost his self esteem he pushed his sister down a well claiming, "She just fell." But he loved to dwell on it.
Nothing much happened when he was fourteen… Well, there was that one time… (Hear screams in the background)
When Beyond was sixteen, life was frightening for everyone. His brother was quite dull, so with laughter in his skull, Beyond pushed him in a hole and buried him alive. He barely survived, but Rue loved the cries.
Now that Beyond Birthday is 18, he still hates things in the padded cell he calls his home. No friends, no phone, no life to call his own. There he will lie until the very day he dies until his blood begins to dry, and he returns to the darkness from where he came.
Beyond is not a bad man, even though he does bad things. Very bad things; such horrible things. But it's not quite what it seems. He's not quite what he seems…
Aw, heck, he's exactly what he seems!