Hello Nerdians! This will be the last update for today on Ship-Fic Drabbles.

This is like... I dunno, a thing from my one-shot Scared of the Dark. What made Seto kill everyone and who drove him to.

I isn't that good, I just... meh.

Scared of the Dark

A SetoSolace Fic

The night belongs to monsters. You were right to fear it.

Seto walked down the street, hands jammed in his pockets, hood up. As he passed the streetlamps they would crack and go out, pools of light extinguished. Seto grit his teeth as he slowed to a stop outside the house he hated. He looked up the drive, contemplating what he should do. He could set it on fire. He could blow in all the windows. Or he could walk inside and kill them all, one by one, inflicting pain and drawing it out. He could make them suffer like he had. He could make them scream and cry as he ripped out their eyes, he could make them beg for mercy as he broke every single one of their bones, he could make them plead for his forgiveness as he let them bleed out. Seto stared at the house, silver mist floating listlessly around his hands and creeping slowly up his arms like a serpent.

"I see you have rage in you," a voice said pleasantly. Seto looked to his left sharply, eyes narrowing.

"Who are you?" Seto hissed, the magic's soft edges sharpening violently.

"No one," the man replied, not stepping out of the shadowed place. "No one you need to care about, at least. How about you tell me why you're so angry?"

"They told me I was insane," Seto said calmly.

"Why so?" the man asked, actually sounding interested.

"Because I use magic," Seto said, voice softer. Silence passed between the two, and the man took a step forward, sweeping his hand up to the house.

"Go, child. Show them what magic can do when you defy it," the man said. Seto hesitated. He'd come to murder, had he not? Why was he now only beginning to pause? Seto took a breath and then nodded. The man smiled approvingly and walked over to him, flipping his hood back. He had bright blonde hair, glowing blue eyes and was wearing black.

"Have no mercy," the man hissed, his eyes glowing brighter, golden balls of magic forming in his palms and seeping out from between his clenched fingers. "Show them who they should fear." Seto gazed up at the house.

"May I have your name?" Seto asked. The man smiled, tutting.

"We are brothers in magic, child. Once you have proven yourself, our secrets can be shared," he explained, voice light, like he was scolding a child. Seto scowled, fists clenching, magic sharping again and moving faster around his arms.

"Why is your name a secret?" Seto snapped.

"You are quick to anger," the man observed. "All shall be explained once you have settled your cause of rage." Seto closed his eyes for a moment and his magic softened, purple mingling with the silver.

"Alright," he sighed. "Are you coming with me?" he asked after a pause. The blonde smiled, glowing eyes brightening.

"It would be my pleasure," he replied. And so the mysterious, nameless man followed as Seto brutally murdered Quentin and Ian in the living room, caught Jerome going down the stairs and threw him out the window to be speared on a tree, caught Jason off guard and snapped his neck, and he saw how he prolonged Ty's death gruesomely in revenge for leading him to believe he could trust him. Sky was the last one before Mitch. The man cackled as Seto ripped out his eye and snapped his bones, holding a magical grip over his mouth to prevent him screaming. And the man applauded as Mitch made his way out of the house of horrors and Seto made his final act. When he was finished he turned around and smiled, eager for praise. The man raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"My name is Brice," he said, and then he turned on one foot and walked away. Seto stared at his back and then followed him quickly. He was someone who finally understood: another magic user who wouldn't cast him out. Seto smiled happily. He finally had a friend.

I know it sucks...