uys! Do you hate me for leaving that cliffy? I hope you don't, I'm sorry for taking so long, turns out GCSE's and
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Hope you enjoy this chapter, Read on and stuff.
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John shrieked in terror, the sword had stabbed right through the middle of Dave's hand. Blood gushing from the wound and pooling around on the wooden board, Dave whined, looking at the blade embedded in the back of his hand.
"It's bleeeeeeeding~" He smirked. Leaving the sword in his hand he used his other hand to scoop up blood, starting to giggle crazily. "Blood...Dave's blood...Johnny-boy it aiin't yours I'm sooo haaaaaappyyy heheheheheee..." Dave hunched over, howling laughter that was getting louder and louder.
"Dave! Dave oh god your bleeding- DAVE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF!" John screamed at him, suddenly grasping Dave by the shoulders, who froze mid laugh.
"Didn't wanna huuurt...you Johnny-boy..." Dave hissed into John's ear as he leaned forward, ignoring the way his impaled hand shifted on the blade. "Gotta bleed something oooout! Hehehehehee... Didn't wan' it to be you darliiiin' heheheheee... wanted to rip and maim and EAT and oooohhh... Johnny-boy you wouldn't beeeeelieeeve the day I've had tryin'na stop myself from..." Dave breathed in John's scent, face near his neck "Hurtin' somethin'..." He started giggling again.
John froze, oh god...
His fault...
Dave hurt himself to stop him from hurting others, he was hurting Dave just by being around him. What if it evolved into something even worse? Something like... Murdering other people to keep himself from killing John?
From killing Bro?
If that happened then it would definitely be John's fault, no doubt and no one else to blame he thought.
But first, he had to get Dave help-
SLAM.
"The HELL is goin' on- Dave?!" A familiar baritone sounded from the doorway, were the door had been slammed open. "Oh christ- Dave...what the fuck have you done.." Bro was at the doorway, and then he was by them. Swiftly pulling the sword out and cradling the hand. Looking around Bro grimaced at the unwashed shirts lying around.
Not clean enough for bandages.
"Come with me." He said to John shortly, who nodded. Bro picked Dave up in his arms without acknowledging the yelping and giggling of his crazy little brother.
Quickly making his way to the kitchen, Bro set Dave onto the kitchen counter. Sternly ordering John to keep pressure on the wound after tying a tea-towel around Dave's hand. Who was still dizzily giggling.
John stared up into Dave's pastel pink eyes, which locked onto his blues and stared, giggles slowly dying down into a slow grin.
Bro came back with a roll of bandages and antiseptic cream, settling next to Dave and John, gently prying Dave's hand from John. Untying the tea towel and reaching over to the antiseptic cream, yet paused when he saw the state of Dave's hand.
It wasn't all the way through his hand anymore, but still was a very deep cut. He squeezed a little antiseptic onto his fingers, going to rub it in as painlessly as he could. Dave whined at the sting, other hand clenching as he stared at Bro.
He hadn't had Bro care for his wounds in so long. He had almost forgotten the calloused fingers and soft handling, his bloodlust rapidly faded. Leaving smothering guilt.
"Johnny...big Bro." Dave said, voice very similar to the original Dave's voice, John's eyes went from his hand to his face, wide with surprise.
Bro flicked eyes up to meet with Dave's, who ducked his head slightly.
"I'm sorry.." He said, hand twitching slightly as Bro started to wrap his hand in bandages, tight enough but not enough to hurt. "I didn't want to hurt you... I didn't wanna make you sad..." He whimpered again, eyes starting to water.
Bro finished bandaging the wound, standing up and pulling both John and Dave into one armed hugs.
"You two went through a ton of shit, and I get that you barely told me any of what actually happened. But Dave...God dang it lil' brother, you don' go scaring me and your John here like that, when you wan' to spill blood you come straigh' to me." He tightened his hold on Dave and glared down and them both, John gaping up at the guardian. "You got that lil'man?"
Dave nodded, eyes blurry as he wiped the tears, snuggling tighter into his brothers hold.
John watched Dave, blushing when he reached out and wrapped his arms around John, hugging him as he snuggled into Bro.
"And you, blue-eyed wonderboy." Bro started, looking at John. "When he starts to get all odd or anythin' you drag his lilly white ass back to me, all right? He doesn't want you gettin' hurt and I don' want you to either." Bro stated, shocking John.
"Wha...oh...uh, okay." John scratched his cheek, squirming slightly as Dave's grip tightened.
Bro let them go, turning to pick up the antiseptic and the bandages, returning them from where they came and glancing at his watch.
"It's nearing 5 in the morning." Bro grumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes under his shades. "Way too early for anything right now... I'm going to bed, stay up or go to bed too, just don't be too loud." He yawned quietly, walking back to his room, leaving Dave and John in the kitchen.
After the click of Bro's door signified him going into his room, John stepped back from Dave and grabbed his shoulders.
"You don't do that again, Dave..." John's frown softened, eyes going slightly sad and his hands sliding from Dave's arms.
"I'm reaaaaally sorry..." Dave whined softly, crossing his arms and looking down guiltily. "It's so hard not to..."
John sighed, nodding and gently hugging Dave for a moment.
"It's fine now, Dave, let's get back to bed huh?" Dave nodded with a bright smile. Slipping his fingers between the other's and intertwining their hands.
"Uh-huh." He laughed cheerfully. John's stomach twisted at how Dave had instantly gone back to how he was before he almost turned his hand into shish kebab.
They returned to Daves room, carefully traversing the wires to the resting places. Dave and John had ended up snuggled up into each other, as John was afraid of what Dave could do if he woke up before John did.
Dave curled his arms around John, nuzzling into him with a happy smile.
"Night night Johnny John John." He hummed, and John smiled slightly.
"Sleep tight, Dave." He replied, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Dave as well.
Dave sunk into sleep, and he frowned, it was HIM again, uurgh...
He twisted and turned in the darkness, feeling as if he was falling but also enveloped by water. Opening his eyes slowly he saw the Original Dave standing on a soft red platform glowing in the darkness . With darker red paths leading off into the black.
He flipped to land gently on his feet, electrical buzzing as his visage glitched and pixelated. Limbs twitching unnaturally, the other was stood still and silent with crossed arms. Mouth slightly tipped down into a frown.
"You skewered yourself to stop yourself from hurting John." Dave pointed out, voice sharp, the other laughed distortedly. Nodding with jerky movements of his head.
"Ye-y-y-yeaaaaaaaa-aaaaaAAH. Rrrreeally Daaa-aaa-a-a-ave, you're trus-ss-s-s-ssshhhhhzzt in me is hoooooooo—ooooooOOOOOORIBLE!" His voice was like a grating remix, pitches clashing and jumping around with a dissonant ring. Sounding like a corrupted audio-file. With the way some of his syllables repeated, stretched, became loud or soft or disturbed.
"No shit you freaky game remnant, why the hell should I trust a glitch of a game that ruined all of the lives of the people who've played it. Fuck, even the game was messed up by your kind of assholes that's how fucked up you are.* Dave retorted. Taking a step back with slight fear of how... wrong, the other just seemed.
Trickster Dave shook his head vehemently. But sometimes- like a repeating video the movement jumped or reversed.
"Ne-n-n-n-n-n-nevVEER! Jo-jooooooooooohnny BOY is ssssssssomeone I C-C-C-C-C-C-aaaaaaaant hurt! Noot ev-v-v-v-ver!" He looked genuinely upset, and had to take in deep shaking breaths.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Dave's expression of disdain twisted, and Trickster Dave sighed. With it repeating a few times before he smiled slowly. Mouth cracking open into a cheek-splitting ear to ear grin, but his eyes were filled with sadness.
"I've g-g-g-g-g-goooonnnne so lONG jujjjumping froommmmm dimenssssion to diMENsiON m-m-m-my or-original John..." He seemed to deflate, almost sinking.
Dave's eyes widened behind his shades as he realized...
This... wasn't just a glitch, it was... it was a doomed Dave. Who had gone insane and went trickster. Who had started hopping timelines and dimensions in a desperate attempt to..
Attempt to what?
What did he mean by his Original John? What happened to John in his timeline? He blanched as the worst case scenarios rolled through his head.
Trickster Dave covered his face with his hands, starting to cry softly, shoulders shaking. "I-I-I d-d-d-didn't WANT HIm to di-di-die... th-th-t-t-they all diED! IIII c-couldn't sto-st-st-stop it-t-t-t..." He hunched over, digging his fingers into his face and letting out loud sobs. "I-I-I-I WANTED THEM TO LIVE! B-b-b-but... th-th-then... THeeeeN he made me... ma-a-a-a-ade me staaaaRRT g-g-going through d-d-dimensions! M-m-mAAAADE me-e-eee take those Dave's over.. had to give the-the-them h-h-h-h-h-h-happy endings..." He started to shake even harder, sinking to his knees and hugging himself.
Original Dave stared in silent shock... this... this 'glitch' wasn't a glitch at all.. he didn't even want to be in his body...
"I w-w-want my Johnny ba-a-ack... I-I d-d-dON'T want to g-g-g-g-g-give YOU A happy en-en-n-n-d-d-ding...w-when IIIII can-n-n-nt get my ooooowNNN... " He choked out, clutching himself. "I just want it to end..."
Dave walked forwards. Slowly reaching out to the crying Trickster, and lowered himself down to hesitantly wrap his arms around the other. Who stiffened in surprise, going quiet and still.
"Shit... if you just told me this before... I'd have helped you, fuck, I wouldn't have tried to attack you so much." He muttered, admonishing the other who clung onto him, sniffling.
"I d-d-on't like... t-talLKING ab-b-b-bout it..." He muttered back in reply, and Dave nodded.
"Yeah... I understand."
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It's kind of a problem huh?
Okay, so well I hope you liked the cliffy in the last chapter, I like the way I finished in this.
Well, I hope to see you in the next chapter!
Alkoi.