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Chapter 8: Goldilocks


/ / like some child possessed / /

/ / the beast howls in my veins / /

/ / I want to find you / /


t e a r out all of your t e n d e r n e s s


GOLDILOCKS IS PRETTY CUTE, HUH? AHAHAHAHHAHAHA /shot\

And now for my little talk about the lemon… I'm very glad you all reacted positively to it! I also realize that lemons aren't for everyone, ha ha so I'm glad I put it at the end! It can pretty much be ignored, just as long as you know they slept together lolol! Anyways, glad you guys liked the last chapter!

I thought I'd apologize now for this poorly written chapter… I still don't know what the hell happened during this chapter, but I was way too lazy to go back and re-read this and fix my mistakes. I mean honestly, this, this chapter, good GOD, this shit, I don't even know –

RIGHT SO ANYWAYS DO YAH GUYS LIKE GOLDILOCKS, YAH YAH YAH?

splitheart1120: Lol what do you mean by, "Goldilocks? Out of all the fairy tale people…" Don't you like Goldilocks? She's so cute! Little children make everything better (read: CREEPIER), don't you think? Wait 'til you see her in this chapter… hahahaha xD

By the way… did anybody notice three characters missing in the last chapter? Lol

Weeks later: I TRIED TO UPLOAD THIS CHAPTER LIKE, THE DAY AFTER I PUT UP CHAPTER 7 BUT NOOOOOO I KEPT GETTING THIS STUPID ERROR SCREEN FROM FF. EVERY TIME. EVEN IF I WAITED LIKE A DAY OR TWO IT WOULD KEEP GIVING ME THAT ERROR. But it's okay, it's working now...Lol


Dawn moaned, liquid fire rushing through her veins as her hips gyrated against Paul's desperately, and she felt Paul thrust faster into her and she could feel it now the feeling of that coil as it struggled to come loose in the pit of her stomach before suddenly her body tensed, her entire body clamping down on Paul's and she felt him freeze for only a moment, his member swelling before she felt him, warm and thick inside her body. His hips moved forward in small, sporadic spurts as his seed filled her before he finally stopped, his breathing heavy against her neck. Dawn leaned her head back, panting. The sound of their breathing filled the air; the only noise in the night.


Dawn was hiding under her covers.

After everything that had happened, she'd somewhat awkwardly walked (limped?) back to her room, face bright red in the dark. She'd dressed herself slowly, mechanically, before plopping straight into her bed and curling up into a ball and hiding. She was so embarrassed. But the first question on her mind was:

'Did that really just happen?'

She shifted slightly and felt the sting between her legs.

Yeah, that definitely just happened.

Dawn took a deep breath, not quite sure what was going on with her. She'd been the one to proposition Paul; even though she hadn't quite done it with words she'd still been the one to initiate. Dawn squealed as she pulled the covers over her head harder. She didn't quite know what she felt – awkward? Happy? Confused?

Confused was probably the right word for this. Sure, Dawn was happy. She frowned slightly though, curious and slightly confused at what had just gone down. Not so much with what had happened but what it meant, now that it had happened. Dawn shifted onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Shaking her head, she noted that sleeping with Paul had just opened a floodgate of questions that she had no answers to.

'Great, just what I need. More questions without answers.'

With everything going on already, Dawn wasn't quite sure she was ready to deal with a relationship with a boy on top of trying to find her best friend, not die, and, well… not die.

Dawn turned once again to lay on her side, before letting out a startled scream and flying backwards on the bed a few feet, nearly falling over on the other edge of the bed. She held her heart desperately, staring at the edge of her bed.

It was Goldilocks.

She was just standing there, staring at Dawn with blank eyes. Then she smiled brightly.

"Dawn! I want to play!"

It was at that moment that Paul threw open the doors, looking around the room, before his eyes landed on Dawn and Goldilocks. He sighed loudly, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Oops! Did we wake you up, Paul?"

Goldilocks giggled brightly, not at all apologetic.

"No, you didn't." Paul muttered, glaring at the girl. Dawn coughed, face a pleasant shade of pink.

"Well since you're here Paul, let's all go play!" Goldilocks squealed, grabbing at Dawn's hand as she scrambled onto the bed, pulling Dawn and using her knees as leverage. Dawn frowned at this, and Paul shook his head before turning around.

"Hey! Paul, you can't leave! You have to come play!" Goldilocks whined, her voice tinged with anger. Paul turned around, shaking his head before following Dawn and Goldilocks out.

"What are we going to play, Goldilocks?" Dawn asked, her voice tired. Her entire body ached (she didn't really want to think about that because all that did was make her blush wildly) and she was mentally exhausted.

"Let's play house!" Goldilocks giggled happily, skipping down the hallway towards an area Dawn hadn't noticed before. It seemed a little darker in this area than the rest of the house, as if it were gloomier than the rest. On the walls hung more pictures, all of them hanging off kilter, of Goldilocks and various other people. Dawn glanced at a few of the pictures she passed, and blinked when she saw one with Goldilocks and three bears. Frowning, her mind began to process what she had missed at the very beginning. From the moment she'd met Goldilocks and entered the house, something had been missing.

The house had been empty.

Here, Goldilocks was all alone.

But where were her three bears?


"Paul," Dawn hissed, leaning close to Paul. Goldilocks skipped merrily in far in front of them, not paying the two any attention. Paul turned to look at Dawn wearily.

"There are no bears in this house." Dawn muttered quietly, watching Goldilocks to make sure she hadn't heard.

Paul frowned, before murmuring back, "Don't let your guard down."

"Here we are!" Goldilocks threw her arms up extravagantly, turning in her jump to stare at them, before pointing at the double doors in front of them.

"This is my special playroom! You guys should feel really, really lucky I'm letting you play with me here!" Goldilocks laughed at this, before turning with a flick and throwing the doors open. Immediately Dawn smelled something foul. She threw her hands over her mouth and nose, flinching at the repulsive smell. She saw Paul grimace for a moment, before furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

What was giving off that smell?

Goldilocks skipped in, but stopped when she noticed that she wasn't being followed in. She turned around, staring at the two. Her eyes were wide and confused. She frowned before turning to face them, and Dawn shook her head at this.

"Goldilocks, it stinks in here. Maybe we should play somewhere else…?" Dawn and Paul moved to turn and leave, when Goldilocks started screaming.

Dawn threw her hands from her mouth to her ears, wincing at the high pitch of Goldilocks' voice.

"You can't! I'm letting you guys play in here, so you have to play!" She shrieked, fists clenched at her side and her breathing heavy. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness of the room, before Dawn turned to stare at her fully. The two stood up straight, before glancing at each other.

They all stared at each other for a minute, only the sound of Goldilocks' heavy breathing evident in the air. Suddenly her breathing calmed and Goldilocks gave them a bright, eerie smile. It looked perfectly happy. The air felt menacing, though. Her smile dropped. She stared at them now with a straight face, eyes wide and glassy.

Her eyes shone in the dark, like two perfectly round glass orbs. They were completely blank.

"Are you going to leave Goldilocks too…?" She breathed out; her arms were limp at her side.

"W-what do you mean?" Dawn managed to choke out, the smell now becoming unbearable.

"They tried to leave Goldilocks too." Goldilocks continued, unfazed by Dawn's question.

"Who did?" Dawn could feel fear creeping in the pit of her stomach.

"The three bears, don't you know?" She tilted her head to the side, before turning around and skipping into her room, humming a quiet tune. Dawn and Paul followed her in cautiously, and Dawn glanced at Paul, praying to god that he had some sort of weapon on him in case they needed it. Dawn had a feeling they probably would.

Goldilocks stopped abruptly, before turning around again, smiling brightly, eyes still as wide and glassy as they were before.

The smell was unbearable now. It smelled like the metallic tang of blood, and rotting flesh, as if they'd sat in a stale room for years upon years, simply decomposing and decaying. It was then that the moon began to filter into the room, and Dawn gasped, hands flying once again to her mouth, at the bloodstains covering the floor. They were a dark color of red, as if they'd been caked on and soaked straight into the floorboards for years now. Paintings and pictures hung in perfect, straight accordance on the walls, large patches of dark blood pasted all over them. It was as if they'd been knocked down at one point, and then replaced on the wall once more, their blood still stained on them. It was like a grotesque parody of a picture perfect home. Dawn turned, and she could see now what was causing the room to smell so badly.

Organs were scattered on the floor, dried and shriveling, mostly decaying though. Some were split open, as if they'd been pulled in a rage and simply peeled apart in the process, before being flung to the floor. She could see a various array of bones everywhere – ribs, spines, femurs and skulls lay on the floor. Then she saw it – the three bears.

They sat, slumped over in the corner, blood staining their fur. It colored the bears dark red and brown, and they sat all dressed up in traditional clothes. Goldilocks skipped over to them.

"They're not done yet, you know! I still have to finish stuffing them!" Goldilocks hugged the smallest bear, smiling brightly at them.

"What did you do to them…?" Dawn managed to choke out, and she could feel bile rising slowly in her throat. Goldilocks looked down for a moment, before staring back at Dawn, her entire face completely blank and devoid of emotion.

"I told you, didn't I? They tried to leave me, you know. I couldn't let that happen. Now they can't leave me! They're my dolls, and this is my doll house." Goldilocks gave them a gruesome, disgusting smile, and the only thing that came to Dawn's mind was that this girl was sick, and crazy.

"Oh! I have other dolls too, you know!" Goldilocks smiled, her eyes brightening at her own statement. She opened several other doors that led to closets and adjoining rooms, all of which had been filled with people. It looked as though their flesh had started rotting away however, and the white cotton stuffing Goldilocks had filled them with was pushing through those holes of decomposing flesh. They sat around tables, on couches, dressed in pretty dresses and pleasant suits. Their faces were blank, and large black gaping holes into their skulls had stuffing overflowing out of them, all of their eyes missing. Their mouths were opened wide, as though they'd all died laughing – or screaming.

"See? It's lots of fun here! Don't you want to stay here with me, forever?" Goldilocks hopped up towards Dawn, coming in a little too close for comfort. Dawn stepped back instinctively, and the happy look on Goldilocks' face immediately disappeared. She stared at Dawn with a frightening look in her eye, her mouth held in a straight, grim line.

"…You know, bear fur makes stitching very hard. I've had a horrible time trying to make my bear friends into dolls." Goldilocks was staring at the floor now, her voice quiet. It rang clearly though, in the room, the only sound in the dark of the night.

"But human flesh, it's a lot easier to sew. But their bodies always decompose so much faster. The only problem with humans is, they're so much harder to come by." Goldilocks drawled on, her voice somewhat bored.

"And whenever they do come by, they never want to stay. They always want to leave me. You aren't going to leave me too, are you, pretty lady?" Goldilocks' voice turned to pure honey as she looked up, an innocent look on her face as she stared at Dawn, who simply looked back in horror.

Goldilocks suddenly jumped however, when a knife hit the floorboards with a muffled thunk. She snarled at Paul, who simply threw another small knife at her. Dawn ran over towards Paul, thankful the boy had sharp objects with him.

"And you, you wouldn't play with me at all the entire time you were here! You aren't allowed to become one of my dolls!" Goldilocks shrieked hysterically, before lunging at the knife stuck in the floor. She gripped it with her small hand before throwing herself in Paul and Dawn's direction, intent on cutting them apart.

"I don't want to be one, anyway!" Paul responded easily, jumping backwards as Dawn dodged to her left. He threw another knife mid-air. Goldilocks dodged easily however, and grabbed at that knife too. Paul cursed at this, and Dawn looked around the room desperately for something to fight with.

The entire room was filled with stuffed animals, or things too heavy for her to be able to pick up and throw. She ran into another room, one with a table and teacakes that had started to mold on their platter. She looked around desperately for something – anything at all that could be used as a weapon –

Paul tripped over a loose, jutting floorboard and fell onto his back, and Goldilocks smirked at this. She turned up straight, stalking over towards Paul at a leisurely pace. Paul scrambled to get up, only to crash straight into a corner. He was trapped. He stared at Goldilocks warily, who walked over towards him slowly, easily, with a sick smile on her face.

"Do you know the legend of The Three Bears?" Goldilocks stopped, flicking a knife and twirling it in the air, before it fell and she caught the handle in her hand easily. Paul raised an eyebrow at this question, frowning.

"Yeah, a stupid little brat broke into three bears' house and messed with all there shit." Paul retorted, and Goldilocks frowned, anger brewing in her eyes.

"That's probably how's it's told to most people. Don't you know, though? There originally wasn't a little girl in the story at all." Goldilocks laughed, and suddenly her left arm shot forward, a sickening crack as her long arm's bones fell into place. Her other arm did this as well, and then her neck flew higher, while the flesh on her face began to bubble. Her body fell onto the ground as her legs twisted in the air, before finally flying out to elongate. They cracked into place, and the little dress she wore before was beginning to rip as her torso began to elongate as well. Soon she was bare in nothing but scraps of clothing, her body splayed awkwardly and grotesquely on the floor. She stood up, cracking her neck. Her skin hung on her bones, wrinkled with age. Her face was filled with wrinkles, and when she smiled, her teeth looked as though they'd rotted out inside of her mouth. Her blonde hair hung in wisps around her face, and she began to throw the knife up into the air once again, catching the handle easily. Her arms and legs seemed too long for her body, and she crouched slightly, her face moving closer to stare at Paul's.

"Ah, don't you know? The original story had an old lady in it," She laughed at this, her voice raspy and harsh on the ears, "But I guess people like little girls more, don't you think?" She laughed at this as well, amused.

"Well it certainly beats looking at you." Paul smirked at this, before dashing to his right in an attempt to escape the corner he'd been trapped into. Goldilocks frowned before throwing a knife. Paul hissed as the sharp blade pierced his calf, before stumbling and falling onto the ground. Gritting his teeth, he backed up against the wall, noting that he hadn't managed to get far from the corner he'd originally been entrapped in.

"Stupid boy, I'll kill you – !" With a crazy shriek, she lunged forward, blade pointing straight towards Paul, her long arms and legs awkward and tangling in themselves as she ran towards Paul. Her mouth was open in a shriek, and Paul grit his teeth as he threw the last of his knives at her. One lodged in her shoulder, the other scraping the side of her thigh, while all the others Goldilocks had managed to deflect easily.

She was close now, and the metal glint of the blade in the moonlight momentarily blinded Paul for a moment when suddenly, Goldilocks' body fell forward into his lap, movements now still. He could feel the blood pooling at the base of his feet, and he stared at the gaping hole in her back. He turned his head up, only to find himself staring at Dawn, breathing heavily, a large, sharp white object in her hands, stained at the tip to middle with bright, red blood.

It was a bone.


"It isn't that deep of a wound." Paul repeated for the fifth time that night, but Dawn shook her head wildly at this. She wiped the wound with warm water, before putting a cloth over it and began to bandage it. Paul stared at her for a moment, watching her as she carefully wrapped his wound. Her face displayed pure concentration, only broken every once in a while by a look of worry and impatience.

"There, it's done." Dawn nodded, satisfied with her handiwork. She turned to stare at the bowl of warm water, rinsing her hands in the basin. She could barely look at Paul's face. In fact, she hadn't looked at him straight in the eyes since they'd looked at each other after she'd killed Goldilocks with the bone – a rib bone, from Papa bear, she figured. It was only after the original shock and exhaustion of killing someone that Dawn's mind had switched into overdrive, and now that they'd managed to survive their latest ordeal, Dawn's mind was now focused on two things, those things being that she'd:

A: Slept with Paul. (She could feel her own stubborn awkwardness arising inside her stomach once again.)

And

B: She'd killed another person.

Swallowing, Dawn pulled her knees up as she sighed. She wasn't as shaken up this time about the blood on her hands, as she had been with the first. She stared at the water, her reflection showing tired eyes and a face that seemed to have aged since she'd arrived. The water was tinged a light pink now, and Dawn held her hands up, only to find them shaking very slightly.

Paul watched Dawn's movements carefully; her original awkward and tense air came and went quickly as her expressions settled down to one of confused acceptance. He watched her hands shaking, small and delicate. He wasn't quite sure what to do – he'd never had to comfort anybody about killing somebody before. It was common here. One death meant nothing in the long run; everybody was just one small spec of an existence in his world.

A flash of his brother's face appeared in his mind, and the way he used to praise and calm him when he did something well, or when something happened that frightened him as a child.

Dawn blinked, a feather-light touch ghosting over her head, and she turned to stare at Paul, who refused to look at her. He was staring at the ground, now finding it intensely interesting. His hand sat on Dawn's head, and he gave her head a little ruffle. Dawn couldn't help but give a small smile at the blush he was clearly trying to keep down.

They sat there for a moment, like that. Paul was the first to break the silence.

"Thanks, you know." Dawn blinked, confused.

"For what?"

"For saving me, you stupid girl." Paul bit out, turning to stare at Dawn incredulously, as if she were an idiot for not knowing why he was thanking her. Dawn paused, before smiling at him.

"Yeah, no problem."


YES, THEY BE AWKWARD. But there's nothing like one fight scene and one fairy tale death later that helps people connect and get closer, huh? ('cause they're too tired and bloodied and mentally scarred to care ahahahahaha /shot\)

LOL.

And about the original story with Goldilocks and The Three Bears, it's true. The original story did not contain a girl named Goldilocks at all, but rather an old woman who, after being found out by the bears, jumped out the window only to "never be seen again."

And isn't Dawn clever? Using a rib bone to kill somebody… so clever, so clever! …Okay, yeah, never mind. LOL.

SO ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER? I T-THINK I'LL HAVE AN A-ALICE IN WONDERLAND REFERENCE…?

(I'm sorry, but I love Alice in Wonderland. I figured I have to have one more allusion to a fairy tale before I decide to kill off the Duke, right? RIGHT!) (That is to say, IF the Duke dies...)

(Oh, and now you all know why the house is also called, 'The Doll House')