Based on Beautiful Disguise by Picture Me Broken
Warning: Murder which is a tad bit brutal? Okay, more than a tad bit ;3;
Who's behind the painted face
The broken child that you can't erase
It wasn't like Bodil wanted to hide it. He honestly would rather embrace it, rather than tuck it away with various methods.
It was Ethan who had found himself bleeding from the wrists by some cruel and very crudely done crucifixion. It was also him who attempted to wordlessly scream at Bodil for release.
Somehow, the message got through to him. But that was after the end of 3 days of Ethan lifelessly hanging from the door or his room, when he had not a single breath left in him.
A sip to hush the sorrow
Heart as empty as your bottle
The message? Simply to hide his real self, at least until the time was right. Get himself established, make it all the more fun. See the looks of betrayal and disbelief crossing their face, just seconds before the last act that would end it all for them happened.
Though he never honestly knew how that came from the death of the mysterious voiceless boy he had found roaming the streets one night. Not like anyone needed that boy. Those who knew him would come to forget, never bother to think about what happened to him in the end. Maybe give a little search before giving it up. Bodil grinned.
When he was coming back, it would be with a big bang. And if they found him? So be it. His execution would probably be the most despair-filled death of centuries.
The last you felt something
From the one who left you bleeding
He was heartless and cruel, but everyone soon began to see him as the fun-loving person who spread laughs and harmless exploding minecarts to the world. He somehow met a friend of the last person he'd murdered all those years ago. Sky. He thought. Along with a whole group of people who had some standing in the world.
Somehow, he himself had gained from what they themselves once had to find, and saw himself slowly rising the ranks. It definitely wasn't what he had planned, but he could merely build around it. There was hardly any consequence when he finally went back to himself. Maybe it would serve to disguise him longer, and give him more time to do what he had loved.
I know how you feel alone,
Lost in a thousand people
There were nights Bodil was left alone with himself and a knife, shrill laughter similar but very unlike what everyone heard echoing through the lonely halls of his apartment. He had to do something to channel all that nervous energy he gained from not doing something.
He couldn't blow it yet. It had to be perfect, because he had only a few opportunities to do it.
Bodil realized that he was slowly starting to grow fond of his new friends/victims. No matter, he thought, it would all pass once I stop holding back. It would all blow over.
You look so perfect in disguise
I know you're broken up inside tonight...
Bodil smiled, bowing down slightly and motioning the first group to arrive, who preferred being referred to as Team Crafted. They of course brought their special people with them, as the event was meant to have a little bit of time for the couples.
He relaxed when he felt a pale-skinned boy swing an arm around his shoulder. They boy tightened his signature scarf around his neck and gave Bodil a crooked grin. "Quite the thing you got together? What's the occasion?"
"Ah, Baki. Just a little thing I tossed together. You know me, always wanting a bit of fun." Bodil awkwardly wiggled out of Baki's grip around his shoulders, and nudged up the sunglasses on his nose. "Why don't you just pop on in, Simon's been standing there with his minePhone for the past few minutes.
Baki straightened up immediately, quickly tugging in Simon to see if there was still any snacks left inside. Likely not, though, considering the first few people that entered the party were quite heavy eaters.
I want everything that lies behind
Your beautiful disguise tonight
Nobody would ever figure out what would happen only a day later. People disappearing from everywhere, and nobody having a clue why. Simple, but it had quite a chance.
No one would expect it.
Bodil was sympathetic person, though, to some extent. Well, aside from having a history and future as a psychopathic killer. He would allow the people the all have time to chatter among themselves, spend their last few moments together.
A glimmer of purple caught Bodil's eyes, and he looked up, smiling at Ashley. "Just you by yourself?" He inquired.
"Yup, all of the people I know in this friend group are here in their own little groups, I'm fairly sure."
"Well, why don't you just head on in?"
Medicate yourself and hide
To give them all a show tonight
Disguise, disguise, disguise…
And so the people attending slowly dispersed, after realizing it was more formal then they expected.
Well, they were asked to dress in their best attire. They should have expected it.
Less time for them to spend the time with those they cherished, more time for the others who would be spared to mourn. Bodil honestly thought that living with the murder of so many friends would be worse than dying. He had a few particular individuals he would leave alive. Either way, if he didn't do it, he knew he would get caught for being the only one alive out of his 'friend circles'.
I'll breathe in off your sorrow,
Fill your empty space so hollow.
Remove the mask, is all I ask
And I will always follow
"B-bodil?" A voice shakily said. "What are you doing?"
Bodil took the screwdriver clenched between his teeth, and pointed it at Ashley. "So oblivious." He grinned. "And that's why you're the first to go. Quite a nice choice, really. Take out the ones I have a grudge on first."
"Bodil, that's a knife in your hand. A knife and a…Screwdriver. Let me say it again, what are you doing?" Ashley spoke with more confidence, convinced that something was screwing with his head.
"Ah, just something I would've done, could've done long ago."
You look so perfect in disguise
I know you're broken up inside tonight…
For a moment, it felt so right, seeing his piece of artwork. So right. Soon, it turned to dread, and it no longer felt how it had all those years ago. What had he done to the girl who once brought so much happiness to him, despite the fact he knew he wasn't supposed to be attached. What had he done, why had he done it? The answer came to him soon. Because I could.
All those years ago when he experienced the glee of taking away someone's life, before they even realized what was going on, for the first time. Of running away from sort of official group, and seeing them stumped of who the culprit was. Of knowing he could bring judgement upon certain wrongdoers, something no authority ever seemed comfortable to do.
It's only make believe,
But I believe it, I believe it
Why he did if the first time, he never knew. There was always something about the whole act of murder, and seeing people frantically trying to find the culprit that pleased him, and his imagination must've ended up taking him along the path that he had strayed off. A path that he had now come back to.
It was endless what you could do with a body of any creature. Ridiculously endless. Something simple, like using a knife? Doable. Pushing someone off a bridge in the coldest reaches of Minecraftia? people in a mansion and screwing with their minds so they killed each other? Tough, but doable. Death was such a strict concept, you did something and you would be gone, but how it came about was quite a malleable idea.
Possibly his most favorite quality of it all.
You're only make believe
But I believe in you…
And it was thinking of the joy of it all that gave him the drive to continue on.
That night, insane and gleeful shrieks of laughter filled the streets, and headlines of the murders of the well-known filled the TV. Lives were lost, families wept, and most of all, everyone feared for their lives.
Am I the only one who kinda ships Ashdil? ;3; Just a wittle bit. Also, Dangan Ronpa reference anyone? There were two.
Oh god, but the tenses are so screwed up here. One day I'll go back and be "INCORRECT! BEGIN REWRITE." Re-reading this, it's actually pretty bad ;3; Oh, and there are so many linebreaks, couldn't figure how else to do that .-.
Also, so sorry for dat ;3; Kinda. I really wanted to do it. My first songfic, btw, other then the one I wrote based on a parody of a song? I was gonna save this song for a Leo Valdez one-shot (Heroes of Olympus series) but I don't really write for that much anyway. It fits better with Leo.