Title: Ruthie's Descent
Rating: R
Authors: Hoedogg, Grace W., Whofleck, jbpspbj, gayguysaboundhere, nammaboo, nelamm, Sophronia
Author's Note: This, like our previous work, is a round-robin fic by those good people at TWOP.
Disclaimer: We own nothing.
Chapter 3
I sat down to think about what I could do to redecorate. What would be the best way to express my disgust at the way my family sanitizes my life? What would Martha do?
And then it hit me: black. All black. Black paint on the walls, black sheets on the bed, black lights, black clothes, black hair, black nails, black lipstick. I realized that painting the whole room black would make it look very small and closed in. I needed something to break up the black, that'd make it look more spacious.
I know, I thought. Mirrors! Mirrors on the ceiling, with black walls all around. That wouldn't be creepy or inappropriate at all. And hey, I see a window and I want to paint it black. I realized that I had to put mirrors on the ceiling over my bed. Yes, a whole ceiling of mirrors! Then, later, when I grew a little older and developed a womanly body, I could watch myself having adult relations with stranger after stranger in my wonderful mirrors. Even now I could be sinful by looking at my naked body in the mirrors.
I started to wonder why I had given all of my Hello Kitty dolls to Matt and Robbie. After all, the dolls would please them, and I was trying to break away from the family. I went up to their room and selected Matt's and Robbie's favorite Hello Kitty dolls. I carefully sliced the heads off each one and dipped the necks in some red paint from the garage. There! I nailed the Hello Kitty pieces to the wall behind my bed. How delightfully un-Camden it looked!
I hesitated after I nailed the Hello Kitty bits to the wall, wondering what to do next, and then it hit me: I knew how much Matt and Robbie loved Hello Kitty. I wondered, smirking, how they would like it in this context, this decoration. I hesitated again, at first. After all, I was redecorating my room, not theirs. But then I remembered that the redecoration was part of a bigger plan, not just to express my individuality, but to break away from the family. What better way to do it than to terrorize them. They wouldn't know it was me, after all, and it would teach Matt and Robbie a lesson, that they needed to grow up, move out of the house.
So I crept back into their room, to retrieve another Hello Kitty doll that I could use in my un-Camden redecoration of their room.
"Hi Snookie." Robbie said. "I knew you'd be back for your Hello Kitty doll."
I hate that nickname. Snookie? Honestly.
I smiled a cute, sweet smile. I can be disarmingly adorable when I want to be.
"That's right. My room wouldn't be complete without her."
I walked out of the room trying not to gag too loudly and headed out towards the garage with the doll under my arm. My plan was to paint violent gashes and wounds all over the doll using Matt's candy red Camaro paint. After making the doll look as bloody as possible, I let the paint dry and then left the doll right on top of Robbie's bed. That was for all the times he called me "Snookie".
By now I was on a roll and I had yet another brilliant idea. The twins had not yet been completely brainwashed by Mom and Dad. There was still time for me to train them to become my minions of evil, MWAHAHAHAH!
An idea started to form in my head. I could teach the twins to...speak! Odd, I thought, that they couldn't yet. Perhaps it was my parents' constant need to have something to baby. (That, or the mysterious "Hidden Hand" that I sometimes suspected was responsible for making our family so much out of touch with what seemed like reality. But I tried to think of that as little as possible. Perhaps my actions would banish it, once and for all.) Well, I would no longer be babied, and they would neither. I reached behind the living room couch and picked them up (for people with such a need to baby something, my parents sure neglected them a lot). I placed them, one by one, in the center of the living room...
Suddenly I heard a voice say, "Ruthie."
I looked around, but there was nobody there. I assumed it was my conscience and decided to ignore it. I turned back to the twins --
And once again, I heard, "Ruthie." And I could have sworn I saw one of their mouths move.
As I stood there staring, the first voice said, "Yes Ruthie, we can speak. We've been hiding it for quite some time now."
One of the twins was actually speaking. I didn't know which one, because nobody in the family knew which one was which. But it was definitely one of the twins.
Before I could recover from my shock, the other one added, "And also, Ruthie, we're on to you."
Rating: R
Authors: Hoedogg, Grace W., Whofleck, jbpspbj, gayguysaboundhere, nammaboo, nelamm, Sophronia
Author's Note: This, like our previous work, is a round-robin fic by those good people at TWOP.
Disclaimer: We own nothing.
Chapter 3
I sat down to think about what I could do to redecorate. What would be the best way to express my disgust at the way my family sanitizes my life? What would Martha do?
And then it hit me: black. All black. Black paint on the walls, black sheets on the bed, black lights, black clothes, black hair, black nails, black lipstick. I realized that painting the whole room black would make it look very small and closed in. I needed something to break up the black, that'd make it look more spacious.
I know, I thought. Mirrors! Mirrors on the ceiling, with black walls all around. That wouldn't be creepy or inappropriate at all. And hey, I see a window and I want to paint it black. I realized that I had to put mirrors on the ceiling over my bed. Yes, a whole ceiling of mirrors! Then, later, when I grew a little older and developed a womanly body, I could watch myself having adult relations with stranger after stranger in my wonderful mirrors. Even now I could be sinful by looking at my naked body in the mirrors.
I started to wonder why I had given all of my Hello Kitty dolls to Matt and Robbie. After all, the dolls would please them, and I was trying to break away from the family. I went up to their room and selected Matt's and Robbie's favorite Hello Kitty dolls. I carefully sliced the heads off each one and dipped the necks in some red paint from the garage. There! I nailed the Hello Kitty pieces to the wall behind my bed. How delightfully un-Camden it looked!
I hesitated after I nailed the Hello Kitty bits to the wall, wondering what to do next, and then it hit me: I knew how much Matt and Robbie loved Hello Kitty. I wondered, smirking, how they would like it in this context, this decoration. I hesitated again, at first. After all, I was redecorating my room, not theirs. But then I remembered that the redecoration was part of a bigger plan, not just to express my individuality, but to break away from the family. What better way to do it than to terrorize them. They wouldn't know it was me, after all, and it would teach Matt and Robbie a lesson, that they needed to grow up, move out of the house.
So I crept back into their room, to retrieve another Hello Kitty doll that I could use in my un-Camden redecoration of their room.
"Hi Snookie." Robbie said. "I knew you'd be back for your Hello Kitty doll."
I hate that nickname. Snookie? Honestly.
I smiled a cute, sweet smile. I can be disarmingly adorable when I want to be.
"That's right. My room wouldn't be complete without her."
I walked out of the room trying not to gag too loudly and headed out towards the garage with the doll under my arm. My plan was to paint violent gashes and wounds all over the doll using Matt's candy red Camaro paint. After making the doll look as bloody as possible, I let the paint dry and then left the doll right on top of Robbie's bed. That was for all the times he called me "Snookie".
By now I was on a roll and I had yet another brilliant idea. The twins had not yet been completely brainwashed by Mom and Dad. There was still time for me to train them to become my minions of evil, MWAHAHAHAH!
An idea started to form in my head. I could teach the twins to...speak! Odd, I thought, that they couldn't yet. Perhaps it was my parents' constant need to have something to baby. (That, or the mysterious "Hidden Hand" that I sometimes suspected was responsible for making our family so much out of touch with what seemed like reality. But I tried to think of that as little as possible. Perhaps my actions would banish it, once and for all.) Well, I would no longer be babied, and they would neither. I reached behind the living room couch and picked them up (for people with such a need to baby something, my parents sure neglected them a lot). I placed them, one by one, in the center of the living room...
Suddenly I heard a voice say, "Ruthie."
I looked around, but there was nobody there. I assumed it was my conscience and decided to ignore it. I turned back to the twins --
And once again, I heard, "Ruthie." And I could have sworn I saw one of their mouths move.
As I stood there staring, the first voice said, "Yes Ruthie, we can speak. We've been hiding it for quite some time now."
One of the twins was actually speaking. I didn't know which one, because nobody in the family knew which one was which. But it was definitely one of the twins.
Before I could recover from my shock, the other one added, "And also, Ruthie, we're on to you."