Lift the pen, kill another.
Feel the unbridled joy of knowing that you have ended another's life... That YOU, are ultimately, masters of their fates. You can cause them to do ANYTHING...
Like This.
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Hmm... Ah, yes, Tails. A personal favorite. So emotional... Let's exploit that...
Now... For our victim... Let's see... Ah, yes... Cream... The Rabbit, and supposedly some crapass love interest for our poor forced angtagonist.
The fate... Why, so many horrible, horrible choices! Perhaps emotional trauma, maybe a little bloodshed, even heavy bloodshed... Or the most final fate, DEATH! I'll let it happen as I write.
Our little yarn, our magical oneshot, begins... Now.
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He ran faster. He couldn't tell you why he was running after her, but he was, and when he caught her, some seriously bad shit would most certainly be going down.
He was gaining, oh wonderous day, he would soon be upon her, tearing shredding, biting, who knows?
Cream, desperate for fame? Appears so...
MESSENGER
OF FEAR IN SIGHT
DARK DECEPTION KILLS THE LIGHT
What was this rhyming, this constant theme that illogically seemed to incite these bloodlusts in him?
He ran faster, practically leaping into each step.
He'd
only gotten a brief glimpse of the corpse. That was enough.
FEARLESS
WRETCH
INSANITY
HE WATCHES
LURKING BENEATH THE SEA
GREAT
OLD ONE
FORBIDDEN SITE
HE SEARCHES
HUNTER OF THE SHADOWS IS
RISING
Madness? He was mad? And what was this about the sea?
He almost grabbed her ears. A bare miss, he decided to remove his gloves. They restricted his claws too much.
She was standing there, smiling at him that familiar way, holding out a knife. She'd always been a little weird, but... Sonic...
OUT
FROM RUINS, ONCE POSSESSED
CRAWLING
CHAOS, UNDERGROUND
CULT HAS SUMMONED, TWISTED SOUND
FALLEN CITY, LIVING DEATH.
What did these thoughts MEAN? The thoughts always went this way, the ones that drove him to kill... Rhymes, a little catchy, to be frank, and they'd only come up once or twice before.
He grabbed her ears, but at the speeds they were going, the enormous appendages ripped off, prompting the bloody Cream to run farther from him.
He'd hit her and told her to get out, then he'd tried to strangle her... The bitch bit him, and...
FEARLESS
WRETCH IMMORTAL
INSANITY
HE WATCHES
LURKING BENEATH THE SEA
GREAT
OLD ONE
FORBIDDEN SITE
HE SEARCHES
HUNTER OF THE SHADOWS IS
RISING
IN MADNESS YOU DWELL
There that one was again... What did these all mean? It made no sense! None!
She ran into his house. Dumb little whore. He stopped at the door and knocked, pretending to be apologetic, knowing very well that she'd see through it.
DRAIN
YOU OF YOUR SANITY
NOT
DEAD WHICH ETERNAL LIE
STRANGER EONS DEATH MAY DIE
FACE THE THING THAT SHOULD NOT BE
What should not be? Death may die? What? No... Wait. Cream... was the Death. She was about to die. The lyrics seemed to drain him of his sanity... What does the part about lie mean though? And the bit about the Thing That Should Not Be? Perhaps... That thing... was himself.
It was all clear now.
He smashed at the door, causing the flimsy wood to shatter. She was huddled in a corner. He stalked to her, picked her up, and stabbed at her throat. She was dead, but he stabbed her again. Again again again again. He flicked the blood from his claws, and took her necklace: A chain Sonic had bought her for Christmas; real steel, even the clasp. He moved a chair under the light in the kitchen.
He strung the chain up to the light.
He pulled his leg back, and kicked the chair from under himself.
End
of passion play,
crumbling away,
I'm your source of
self-destruction.
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest
clear
Leading on your death's construction.
He strangled, choking, smiling, almost laughing at himself.
Taste
me you will see,
more is all you need,
You're dedicated to, how
I'm killing you.
Come
crawling faster,
Obey your master,
Your life burns
faster,
Obey your Master
Master
Master
of puppets I'm pulling your strings,
Twisting your mind and
smashing your dreams,
Blinded by me you can't see a thing.
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Needlework
the way, never you betray,
Life of death becoming clearer,
Pain
monopoly, ritual misery.
Chop your breakfast on a mirror,
Taste
me you will see, more is all you need,
You're dedicated to,
How
I'm killing you
Come
crawling faster,
Obey your master
Your life burns faster,
Obey
your master!
Master!
Master
of puppets I'm pulling your strings,
Twisting your mind and
smashing your dreams,
Blinded by me you can't see a thing.
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Tails, dead, rose his head, his lifeless eyes glaring upwards into an author's face. He spoke, rhyming.
"Master,
Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master,
promised only lies.
Laughter, Laughter, all I ever hear or see is
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries."
The author spoke back.
Hell
is worth all that, natural habitat,
just a rhyme without a
reason,
Neverending maze, Drift on numbered days,
Now your life
is out of season.
I
will occupy,
I will help you die,
I will run you through,
Now
I rule you too.
Tails fell, dead once more.
Come
crawling faster,
Obey your master
Your life burns faster,
Obey
your master!
Master!
Master
of puppets I'm pulling your strings,
Twisting your mind and
smashing your dreams,
Blinded by me you can't see a thing.
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Just
call my name, because I'll hear you scream,
"MASTER!"
"MASTER!"
Master... That's what we all are when we write these things, right? Masters of time... Masters of fate... Masters of space, time, continuity, reality... They're the puppets, we're the masters, plugging away at our keys, killing them, morphing them, bending them to whatever they may become.
And there's no force in their universe that could stop us. Because we control those forces.
Later, puppeteers.