THIS IS FOR MEEE YAY. Alright, this is either a high T or a low-ish M. I said I do M for gore . . and I did :3 Warning: Some implied dirtiness and crappy gore, enjoy? This was inspired by the song Sluts Get Guts, another song, and classic horror movies.


Flaky hummed softly as she washed her plate, relishing in the quietness of her house, the only sound the gentle streaming of water splashing in the sink.

It was a Friday night and she was home all alone, her friends having had plans to go out and have fun wasting the night away. They had invited her, each one of them, but she had denied them because she desperately needed time to herself. Sure, she liked hanging out with them, but it was nice to just keep to yourself every once and a while. And tonight was the perfect time to do that, why?

Because it wasn't just a normal Friday night; it just happened to be the night of Halloween, of course.

Being the paranoid girl she was, she was always cautious about these kinds of things. Now, there was a line dividing being superstitious and being paranoid; superstitious people believed in myths and legends, paranoia filled people were just frightened of things that could possibly happen. She could never be too careful . . especially after hearing about how all the bad spirits were let out of their confinement and allowed to reign over the surface of the earth to wreak havoc for this one night of the year.

Deaths, tricks, bad luck, it would all happen tonight to any oblivious person who had the nerve to leave their homes. Even if death did happen every day in the most gruesome ways possible, she didn't want to be sliced into pieces of spaghetti or be found chopped up and thrown into a ditch.

Her scrubbing slowed as she lingered on the thought, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of her face. ". . ." What if she had chosen to go out and some psycho had picked that night to carry out his plan of death . .

He would find her huddled up, trying to hide behind her friend's corpses, and drag her along after him. They'd go to the basement under his house and he'd tie her to the metal table, the blinding florescent light bulb dangling above her, showing the sheet of sweat covering her face as she whimpered. The clicking of feet against the damp floor would be followed by a deep chuckle, the man stepping out into the light.

Catching sight of the surgical knife in his hand, the light bouncing off it and fading into the shadows surrounding them, she'd begin to cry and fear what was coming. He'd step closer, pulling up her sweater and placing a cold hand on her abdomen, her squirming giving him a sick pleasure. Telling her that once he was done she'd be the most beautiful thing ever, he'd lower the scythe and make a small incision above her belly button.

Though the knife couldn't have been anymore warmer than his hands, it felt like fire as he broke through the sensitive plushy skin, the burning sending a chill up her spine. She'd let out a scream of pain as he continued to carve shapes on her stomach, eventually dragging it down to her legs, or up to her torso. The night would be spent with him dragging the sharp tip of it over her body, her pained screams fading into nothing when he finally made it to her neck.

In the morning, he'd leave the basement, wiping his hands on a blood stained cloth and shutting the door behind him.

There she would be on the table still, the sound of dripping breaking the silence that not even her breathing filled. Her lifeless crimson eyes would be staring at the flickering light bulb, it casting a dim light over her body, or to be more precise, body parts.

They were still all there on the table, but separated in the act of disembowelment, straightened out so she looked whole from afar and up close you'd be able to see the gaps between the fleshes, not even sinews connecting them. Written on her forehead in black ink would be the word, 'Beautiful'.

Heart quickening at what could happen, she finished washing the dish and dried it, standing on the tips of her toes as she reached up to put it in one of the kitchen's cabinets.

Ring!

"Ah!" She jumped at the sudden noise, the plate slipping from her hand and landing with a crash as it shattered on the floor. "N-not again . . ." Pushing the pieces that could stab her in the foot aside, she grabbed the phone off of the wall, leaning on the island in the middle of her kitchen. "H-hello?"

There was a small pause before someone said, "Hey Flaky; it's Lammy! I was wondering, do you want to go to Giggles' Halloween party with me? I heard that it's a costume party and that you didn't have any plans tonight, so I thought it'd be fun . . Girl's night! With free candy and punch!" The French girl sounded excited, hoping that she could get her friend to go with her and maybe wear a costume. They could be matchers if they wanted to!

"O-oh," Flaky shook her head, even if Lammy couldn't see the action through the phone, "sorry, but I-I don't think I should . ."

"Why not?"

Shrugging and anxiousness clear in her voice, she said, "I j-just get the worst feeling about Halloween . . Every year it's like this . . Sorry L-Lammy, but maybe we can go somewhere tomorrow? . ."

". . Uh . . y-yeah sure!" Joking around, she answered with, "Plus, the candy's gonna be on sale tomorrow anyway! We can clean out the stores and just watch scary movies at your house tomorrow night! Our own private, day late, Halloween party!"

Flaky giggled at her enthusiasm, "S-sure! Sounds like fun—" she heard a beeping in her ear, signaling another caller. "Oh, Lammy h-hold on, there's someone on the other line." She clicked the button and held it back to her ear, "Hello?"

"Hey there Flakers."

She stopped breathing, a prickly feeling dancing on the back of her neck, "W-who is this?"

"Oh you have to guess," they purred out, "it wouldn't be as much fun if you didn't guess."

Licking her dry lips, she grabbed the end of the counter for support, worried that her wobbling legs wouldn't support her. "U-um . . I-I don't know . ."

"Yes you do~ try again."

"I-is this S-Shifty?" It was a pathetic guess, but she didn't want to know who it was . .

"No~ I feel hurt, I know who you are and you don't know who I am? Tsk tsk tsk. I thought you were a smarter girl than that, put some effort in it."

Gulping, she stammered, "H-how did you g-get my number?"

"Don't you remember? You had already given it to him before you started to ignore us~ it really did make him depressed, he thought you were his friend. No matter though, because tonight you'll get what's coming to you~ be expecting my visit, bye Flakers."

She was frozen, staring out the window above her sink as Lammy's voice came back onto the phone.

"Flaky? You still there? Flaky?"

"I-I have to call you back . . !" Hanging up and putting the phone back on its stand, she ran out the kitchen and to the front door, panting from fear as she locked the extra padlock and looked through the peephole. No one was outside . . not yet . . The panicky feeling crawling up her body, she ran up her stairs and started checking the windows, glad to see that they were all locked, even the one above her shower that let the steam out.

She walked out of her bathroom, sighing as the scared feeling left her, a dull feeling taking its place instead as she fell back on her bed. There was nothing to worry about, he couldn't get in after all the protection Splendid and Sniffles had added to her house.

Strange to think about how many months it had been since they had any contact at all. She didn't blame Splendid for keeping her away from him . . it was for her own good . . She even had to tell him that—she shut her eyes at the memories—she didn't want him being around her anymore . . It had hurt for weeks afterwards, knowing that whenever she went somewhere he would have to go to a place exactly opposite of her, having to ignore his calls, and even telling their friends not to bring her up when he was around . .

Concerned for her safety, Splendid had taken it into his own hands to change her number and block the male from her phone. He had even gone to extreme lengths and threatened him himself, warning though bared teeth that if he even stepped fifteen feet within Flaky's range that he would have to deal with the hero.

"Mm . .—" She opened her eyes, something telling her to sit up as the feeling returned, focusing on her mirror. "W-what!"

I can see you.

Flaky gulped at the words written in what looked like the lipstick she never used. That . . that hadn't been there when she had come in to check her bathroom . . He was . . in the house . . He had been in her room . . He had gotten past all the alarms without setting even one off . . She squeaked in fear as her portable phone vibrate this time.

Hands shaking, she opened it with some difficulty, "Y-y-yes?"

"Come out of your room and walk down your hall. You're not getting out of this house without me knowing, Flaky, you have no choice. Just listen to what I'm telling you and do it."

". . . O-okay," Knowing he was being serious, she got up, whimpering, and walked to the closed door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway. It felt drafty all of a sudden and . . she didn't remember turning off the lights . .

The man's voice held a smirk in it as he spoke again, "Aren't we being obedient today, what a good little girl. Now, go downstairs and walk into your living room, be careful not to trip on the way down~"

Tearing up, she went down the hallway, sliding against the wall and wishing that she could just sink into it. Her haggard breathing seemed louder in her ears as she made it to the top of the steps, taking one step at a time. Her descent down was okay, she hadn't tripped . .

"Good, now go to the window and you'll see get to see what I wrote for you~"

"Eh e-eh . ." Flaky shuffled forward, touching her furniture through the darkness to figure out where she was going and finding her way to the window. She pulled the curtains apart, trembling at the message that stood out against the light of the streetlamps in the background.

I want to touch you.

"No . . !" Shaking her head, she shut them and backed up, hands covering her mouth as she imagined the rough hands spreading over her body and touching her wherever they pleased. "N-no! Stay away!" The picture wouldn't leave her mind. She imagined the same scenario as before, but this time it was the green haired maniac that was tying her down, the table transforming into a bed as she screamed and struggled.

His hands would trail up and down her body, ripping her clothes, hot breath on her skin. She could almost hear the animalistic growl in her ear as she gripped her sweater, breathing heavily at the thought it happening . . a-again . . "N-no . . d-don't . . please!"

"I hope you liked that, Flakers~ don't you miss the times that me and you had? You always did look so good when you were in that position, your hair plastered to your forehead, cheeks flushed, and the look of pain and fear on your face. It was so arousing~ if only you could have seen it. If you had, you would know why I just had to write that, I had to let you know."

"S-stop it!" Flaky cried out into the phone, sure that wherever he was, he was having a laugh seeing her freak out like this. "I don't w-want to d-do that! I n-never did!" Wiping her eyes, her voice came out shaky, "L-leave me a-a-alone!"

"But you haven't even seen the last of it yet. Just one more stop~ walk into the kitchen and read what's on the wall, sweetheart." The line went dead; he had hung up.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked towards the kitchen to see that it was the only room with its light still on, an obvious sign that she shouldn't go in there. Maybe if she could open the front door and escape . . But the same something from before warned her that she shouldn't, it would only anger him.

"A-alright . . I'm c-coming . ." She left the living room, and facing her fears, walked into the kitchen. Everything seemed perfectly normal, nothing was out of its place, it was the same as when she—. . The fear. It was back. And worse than ever as she saw what was smeared on the wall above her table.

I'm right here now.

"W-what!" Flaky turned around, saw the yellow, blood thirsty eyes, and felt the burning in his stomach. It was like the knife in her dream imagination . . except this one was ten times worse.

She was slammed back against the wall, the air pushed out of her as she looked down, single tears falling down onto the thing embedded in her. A-an axe . . . There wasn't any pain yet, the shock keeping it at bay while she tried to register what was happening.

She was positive that she saw blood dripping down onto the floor, staining her sweater, and sliding down her legs, so why was it that she didn't feel it yet? Was this good or was it bad? Seeing the hands on the wooden handle tighten, the female was brought back into her body from her shocked state. The body that had been cut open by a tool used to chop down trees.

Its sharp edge had easily cut through her sweater and tank top at the speed and strength the psychotic solider had swung it at her at, meeting the soft skin hidden underneath. Cutting through the skin used to protect and seal in her inner organs, it was now lodged inside of her, letting her feel its presence as he refused to pull it out.

He wanted to see her suffer.

". . ." Then, there it was. Her scream of agonized pain as she placed her hands over his and tried to pull the axe out of herself, resulting in his smirk when she got nowhere except causing it to move an inch to the side. "M-mm!" She was clenching her teeth, eyes shut tightly as she felt it shift, slowly being pulled out, her tears staining her face.

Stumbling, she tried covering the wound with one arm while using the other to hold herself up against the wall. She gasped for air, feeling the warmness gush onto her arm, soaking through the sweater sleeve and bathing her skin in the thick liquid.

Fliqpy watched her cry with an amused, twisted smile; her pain was his joy. Bending forward, he pushed her hair away from her ear and whispered, "Did you enjoy your gift, Flakers~ I've been waiting so long to give it to you, but you never seemed to be around when I came out~"

Sliding to the floor, she turned over to face the ground, coughing; a string of blood hanging down from her open mouth and touching the floor until she wiped it. With its irony taste coating her tongue and smeared against her chapped lips, she whimpered out, "I-I . ."

"You, you, what? It's always about little innocent Flaky isn't it~? Always being babied over and taken care of. Well you know what," dipping his head lower to hers, he said, "I could fucking care less." Chuckling at her damp, pleading face, he leaned over to where the pieces of the broken plate were laying and leisurely picked one up.

"Poor, poor Flaky, so vulnerable and so easy to take care of," He placed the tip of the piece to her forehead, making sure it was lined up and placed perfectly in the middle. Sneering at her, he balled up his fist, "Sometimes I don't know what Flippy sees in you, besides being so easy to fuck. You're nothing more than a fucking slut."

Eyes full of fear, she tried scooting back as he raised the fist, "N-no p-please!—"

Quersh.

xXx

"Fllaaakkky?" Lammy called out as she opened the red head's door with the spare key she kept under her welcome mat. Setting the key and the bag of candy with a reduced price tag on the couch, she walked through her leaving room, looking up the stairs. "Flaky? You here? I bought the candy already."

"You should've gone with me to the party!" She continued talking as she turned to the kitchen, thinking that maybe her friend was eating her breakfast. "It was so much fun! Cuddles won the bobbing for apples contest and you should've seen Cro-Marmot's costu—. . ." She stopped at the door, eyes wide as she covered her mouth, screaming, "F-FLAKY!"

The girl was on the ground, a pool of blood gathered around her, the deep crimson color contrasting against her pale skin. Lodged in between the middle of her eyes, stuck in her forehead, was the broken piece of the plate, looking like it had been punched in through her skull at least two inches deep. Lines of the dried up liquid had streamed down and encircled her dull, lifeless eyes, her mouth open in a silent plea.

But that wasn't what disturbed the French girl most . . it was her stomach area that really got her breakfast climbing up into her throat. She was practically cut in half, the material of her sweater sticking to the raw flesh and letting her see more of what was inside of her friend than she wanted.

Running to her side, Lammy fell to her knees, crying as she cradled her head in her lap, "O-oh my G-God . . ! Flaky . . you idiot . . why didn't you go out with me when I asked you to . . !?" Sniffling, she looked at her face, spotting something written on either side of her face on both cheeks. "H-huh . ."

Fucking and Slut.

"What a stupid bitch, someone should tell her how many people die while staying home on a Halloween~" Smiling, razor sharp teeth showing, Fliqpy shut the door to his jeep and drove away, satisfied with himself—especially since he had his counterpart watch the entire thing while it happened. "She won't forgive us now~"


I like to believe that he killed her after midnight and that's why she's still dead. Well . . I killed off my favorite character :/ Lol it's not Halloween but who cares! Not me apparently xD (Genderbent story? Said I'd ask this in my other stories. Should I do it?)

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Go ahead and flame me for this, I totally knew what I was getting into when I made Fliqpy kill Flaky with no love 8D