The Fall of Robbie
Chapter 1
A hard rain fell in sheet down onto Gravity Falls as the wind ripped the dying leaves from the trees. Summer had finally left, and fall was in full swing. Robbie zoned out as the teacher droned on and on about physics and other boring shit. Looking down at his desk his eyes moved over the vast mess of drawings he'd scribbled on his desk with his pencil. A noose in the corner, knives across the bottom, and a flock of bats ripping that little shit Dipper smack dab in the middle. He'd started the drawing the first day of school, and had only finished the first bat chewing on the toddler's guts when Thompson looked over and told the teacher.
He'd spent the rest of the day sitting in the guidance counselor's office, he'd scowled at the happy sappy posters hanging all over the walls as the fat bitch kept rambling on. "Tell me Robbie, why did you draw that?" she asked, the first question in 2 fucking hours!
He grit his teeth. "I don't know," he said, his voice oozing hate and anger.
She nodded, and began twiddling her thumbs, signaling he should continue.
He grumbled. "I just drew it because-" he began to try and psychically choke the cunt, but nothing happened. "-I'm angry all the time."
"Why do you think that is Robbie?" she asked, reaching across her desk she pushed a bowl of butt scotch candy toward him. He looked at it for a few seconds before taking one and popping it in his mouth.
"My parents are fighting," his parents were doing no such thing, they were both blissfully happy as always, and that made him even madder. "I don't know who to turn to so I lash out with my drawings."
The counselor looked down at a clipboard on her desk and began to write something. Licking his lips Robbie imagined leaping the desk and driving a pen into each of her eyes, before beating her brains out with a paperweight.
"Well looks like your free to go," she said, handing him a slip. "Take the rest of the day off and have a nice day."
He took the slip, and mumbled a few words before leaving.
That was a month ago, now his masterpiece was finished. In the time between Robbie had grown more and more angry, this was different, more intense. He felt like everyone was against him, judging him, laughing at him. Clenching his hands tightly, Robbie began to furiously scribble over his desk before he began to stab at the drawing of Dipper harder and harder until his pencil, already severely damaged, snapped. Taking several deep breaths Robbie felt eyes upon him.
He glanced around to see everyone staring at him. The teacher coughed nervously. "May I go to the bathroom?"
Walking down the hall Robbie began to punch the air as he began to imagine all those idiots laughing at him after he left the room. He'd show them, he- Robbie turned the corner to see Thompson run inside the bathroom. A voice in his head began to whisper, and Robbie began to smile.
Heading inside Robbie peeked around the corner to see Thompson zipping his fly up. Walking up behind him quietly, he waited for Thompson to turn around. He smirked at the teen jumped when he saw Robbie. "Oh, Hey Robbie," he said, taking a step back. "You scared me for a second there."
"It'll be longer than a second" he replied. Reaching out suddenly, Robbie seized the other teen by the front of his shirt, spun him around, and with one hand locked in his short brown hair, began to beat Thompson's face against the wall. After the first three time Thompson's body began to slowly go limp as a growing splatter of blood grew on the cracked tile wall. With one final shove Robbie let go and let Thompson fall to the floor. The other boys nose was smashed in and several of his teeth were broken and splintered. One of his eyes was swollen completely shut. Blood covered his face and shirt. "Look at you, you're a mess. Let me help you get cleaned up."
Kicking open the stall, Robbie dragged Thompson behind him by the hair. Lifting the toilet seat he shoved the battered teen's head into the dirty water and held it there for several long seconds before pulling it out. Thompson gasped for breath, and feebly grabbed at Robbie's hands around his neck. "Why?"
Robbie smiled. "Cause I can." shoving his victim's head back into the toilet Robbie waited before pulling him out, and dragging him to the sinks. Lifting Thompson up onto his weak and shaky feet, Robbie slammed his face against the mirror several times in quick, brutal succession, before glass shards began to snap off and bury themselves into Thompson's face.
Dropping the bleeding teen onto the splattered linoleum, Robbie picked up a large shard of glass, and straddled Thompson, pinning his arms to the floor. "Look at me! Look at me!" he shouted. Thompson opened his remaining eye slowly, as tears began to stream down his face as the pain finally began to set in. Robbie smiled as he reached down and squeezed Thompson's swollen eye between his thumb and pointer finger. Forcing the bruised eye open he saw that it was completely red from all the broken blood vessels. "Watch this."
Holding the glass shard like a surgeon's scalpel Robbie slowly drove the tip into Thompson's eye and sliced vertically down. The teen writhed and tried to knocked Robbie off but; he was already too weak from the beating to do anything. Squeezing hard Robbie slid the shard down under the ruined eye and, with a flick of his wrist, popped it out. Blood and a yellow fluid ran out onto his hand. Letting the eye go he left it rest on Thompson's cheek before moving onto the other one.
Robbie smiled and jammed the glass down into Thompson's eye as far as it would go. When the teen began to scream Robbie reached into his gaping mouth and caught his tongue. Grabbing another shard of glass lying nearby, Robbie used it to saw and cut until Thompson's tongue finally came out. Tossing it aside Robbie watched as Thompson's screams turned into strangled gurgles as his mouth filled with blood and he began to drown.
end chapter 1