A/N: I apparently made a lot of these
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PROMPT/REQUEST: There had been many theories about how she had been murdered
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death, Murder, Blood, Speciesism
BITTY TYPE(S) FEATURED: Lil Bro, Papy
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There had been many theories about how she had been murdered.
When the twenty-year-old woman had been found dead in an alley, with no signs of struggle, no blood except for the huge puddle around her, and no wounds, they had just marked it as suicide. A very odd suicide, but a suicide.
But the public didn't think so. Add the fact that no one stepped up with her identity, and the only ones who knew her were the two traumatized bitties they'd found sitting by the body (who hadn't been allowed to give any testimonies, and were placed in a care center), and you got theories.
Some said the bitties had killed her. Others said she'd been stabbed, and then healed after she'd died. A few even blamed it on internal injuries. Some said strangulation, or drowning, or a mishap in the building beside her body, or blunt trauma, or even that the murderer had been able to stab her body on the inside without harming the outside.
The bitties were eventually adopted by one of the theorists. He'd adopted them after reading about the case online and feeling sorry for them.
Their names were Castor and Pollux. They were a Lil Bro and a Papy, respectively.
And only Castor spoke.
Nobody was really sure if they were actually named Castor and Pollux, or if Castor had lied about their names, or maybe just picked some random ones. But the two were certainly interesting, Castor always speaking in riddles and rhymes and Pollux not speaking at all.
But Castor's testimony (or what was a testimony but soon became just the words of a bitty) spoke of a monstrous beast, who killed silently and without mercy.
After a few more people were found dead, killed the same way as the woman, the small bitty's words started to make more and more sense.
But when they tried to find out more, both the new owner and the bitties were gone.
The new owner was found dead in the same alley the woman had been found dead in. There was no sign of struggle. No wounds. A large puddle of blood around him. The only other things there were a note, a red scarf and a small, orange jacket beside a pile of dust.
'They should have listened when they could. But now it's too late.'
'The Hydra will have it's revenge.'
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A/N: HOW MANY TIMES MUST I POUND INTO YOUR HEADS THAT I AM NOT fuckin-crybaby OR Toby Fox