Chapter Four

                                    

                                          
"Wait a sec, let me catch up,
to you, I'm regressing,
your regretting, your decision to stay,
but the moments together, pulling you back,
a thread impossible to untangle,
woven tightly with memories, stitched with deception and pretty lies."
-Dylan Alkhe
Chapter Four | The Cheerful Circle (trying to stay in one storyline)
     My work is so hard, all my children don't understand how to be good. First, I watch them being wrong. Then, I take. They from their imposters, to be with me, their real dad. Then, I bring them to their new room; the room over is their new sibling. But then, they get ungrateful, So I have to put them downstairs. Then, they all still have a terrible attitude. So I have to take them away from their body so they can go upstairs and live with our mother. The Moon, she's my real mother, their real mother, your real mother, and EVERYONE's real mother. I've saved 32 already; I have three of my children right now
Children #7, #8, & #9, 
Fucking shit, you got a replacement; you're going to die soon, Art. 
No, I spent two weeks downstairs; I did my time, I ate all his food, and I did everything correctly; why the hell am I getting killed?
SFX: HARD THUD
Did you push her off your bed? She already is getting a bruised neck from the choking he did. 
I need you to realize after I'm dead, you're following, after you get a roommate, and then my successor is next, then their tentmate is next, then they're dead. 
Ya, I know, and to be honest, If I could kill myself, I would have already.
Hey Rose, this girl has a fucking vape... damn she looks eleven; how did he not see this on him.
Fuck, the gas started; he saw you! Why are you looking on her? Hide it now.
Where the fuck am I supposed to hide th—
Child #7 
"Arthur Mance Wade"
Age 13, 6 Months, 2 Days 
Moon rising: October 4th
Art wakes up tied to the killing chair in the room with the two windows. 
Rose woke up soon after. She got up, facing away from the window. Rose needed to turn around and say goodbye to them, to Art.
Rose turns... She sees them; Art's Left cheek is cut in half from the lips to ear—the lower skin connected to the jaw flapping down with blood. There is so much blood; Art's choking from the blood, and Otto, their killer, is just Slapping their back. 
Art swallows his blood. They need to stop crying. THEY NEED TO SEE ROSE'S FACE. What does she look like? They had never seen a face beside Otto's for over five months.
Rose banging against the window. She says "STOP, PLEASE, JUST STOP HITTING THEM. WHY ARE YOU KILLING US? PLEASE JUST LET THEM GO FOR ONE MORE DAY PLEASE. PLEASE, PLEASE. PLEASE STOP AND HELP THEM! YOU CANT EVEN FUCKING HEAR ME."
SFX: Loud, horrified, screaming
"Where am I?" the new girl says
Rose, sitting against the wall with the window, screams with a hoarse voice. "Just Shut up bitch. He's going to murder him, I mean them, THEM, them. This is all your fucking fault. Their face he ruined their pretty face; he's going to cut, slice, and eat them. I'm next, im next, im, IM next, I'm next!"
The new girl watches through the window, the man dancing around in the teen's blood. The teen struggles but tries to talk to the new girl through restricted movements. Their hands, his repeating a code, a sentence to me.