A/n still updating despite my situation...I love you all. My stress has slowed down the healing process, so yeah. Might be a short chapter. Please enjoy!
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I shook my head, pissed now. I stood up and my shadows began to flow around me. How dare he? How dare he?!
"You motherfucker! You threaten my friends! You threaten my life! How dare you?! You may be an ego, but you need to learn some goddamn manners! I will not find Wilford! You are not the demon boss! Wilford MOTHER FUCKIN Warfstache is!" I shouted, my shadows writhing more and more.
The Host stepped back, afraid of my increasing power. As he hid in fear, I broke out of the chain around my neck. I summoned my shadows back and smirked.
"Listen here, you go find Warfstache, and I'll let you live. Come back without him, both of you are dead. Got it?" I growled, and he nodded before disappearing.
I collapsed, my body hitting the cold, damp floor. I used all of my strength, and now I'm exhausted. I don't have enough energy to teleport back to my friends. I groaned as I heard chuckling.
"Dear Cait, looking good." Die chuckled. I groaned again as I was rolled over. He crouched in front of me and smirked.
"Get away from me!" I shouted, making him laugh and shake his head.
"The Host will never come back. Wilford will kill him, and then he will come for you and your little gang. Serves ya right though. What's dead should stay dead." Die said, his voice was soothing, but I glared at him.
"Then kill me." I snapped, my words waivering.
"Beg me to. Let me hear you scream and cry, and then I'll kill you." Die said, smirking.
"Never!" I yelled, scooting away from him.
"Then to quote our friend The Host, I won't break you unless you deserve to be broken. Ta ta dear." Die said, standing up and walking away before he disappeared.
I screamed as I felt a thousand needles punctured my skin. I couldn't move, all I could do was scream, but no one came to help me. No one would ever find me. I was alone.
*Three hours later*
I couldn't scream anymore. I lost my voice. The needles kept stabbing me, in new places. I ran out of tears to cry. I began whispering to myself, my sanity slipping through the cracks in my psyche. I was going crazy.
*10 hours later*
I couldn't stop laughing. The pain began to feel good. I was able to stand up, and with my blood I started writing on the walls. The needles were sucking my power out of me, but I didn't care. I wanted to kill everyone. I continued to laugh as the needles changed places.
*Three days later*
It's been three days. No one came for me. I don't need them anyway. The walls were covered in my blood. Crazy scribbling and incoherent words covered every inch. The needles disappeared a while ago, but I didn't really notice.
I broke, and I couldn't be any happier. I was finally free. Free. I want to get out of here.
"Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!" I yelled, collapsing onto the ground, laughing maniacally.
"You broke. Finally." Die said, appearing beside me.
"Hi! I gotta tell you a secret!" I said, excitedly. I stood up and ran up to him, bringing my lips to his ear.
"Well? Spit it out." Die snapped, making me smirk.
I bit his neck, drinking his blood, feeling power return to my body as he screamed out in pain. I pushed him onto the floor and began punching him. His blood covered my face and my hands. I laughed louder and louder as he began to lose consciousness.
I got off of him and smiled. I summoned the same needles he did and punctured his skin, making him cry out in pain. I teleported out of the room and in front of Marks house. I barged inside, nearly breaking the door off of its hinges.
"Cait! Where were you?! We looked everywhere! Why are you covered in blood?" Dark asked, his voice full of worry and confusion. I laughed and smiled at everyone. I looked around and saw what I looked like.
I had blood smeared on my face, my hair was wild and tangled. My eyes looked like I was crazy. Blood was dripping off of my knuckles, tickling my fingers.
"The Host wanted to have some fun. But I said no, I think. All I know is that Die showed up, and here I am." I explained, giggling after I finished. Anti cringed, and I whipped my head to look at him.
"Your mind. It's broken." Anti shuddered as I felt his presence in my head. I scowled and shook my head violently.
"You know nothing you pathetic worm! None of you came, so in order to escape, I broke." I snapped, my shadows flaring behind me. Mark walked up to me and grabbed my hands, smiling softly.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Mark said, his voice calming me down immensely. I nodded and followed him to his bathroom. Void followed behind and put a towel and some of her clothes on the sink counter.
They left and I took a shower, watching the blood wash off of my broken body. Millions of puncture wounds littered my body, some were already starting to form scars. I washed my hair and washed my body. A loud sob escaped my lips as I sat down on the floor of the shower.
I'm pathetic. Someone should just kill me.
(Time skip brought to you by me not really wanting to cry so yeah..)
I was dressed and I was staring at myself in the mirror. I could hear my friends talking, but the conversation was muffled. I stared at myself longer, notcing something pink in the background. I turned around and stumbled backwards, my back hitting the sink with a thud.
"It's been ages, hasn't it love?"
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A/n yup, I'm back. Not for long though. Recently my friend went to check on my house and someone stole my PS4, laptop, and all of my video games. So yeah...more stress which has made me sick. And now I'm coughing a lot, which worries the doctor's because I could tear my stitches.
Life just won't stop trying to push me down. Woot...
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Control (Sequel to Puppet)
FanfictionI've never been one for sob stories, which is why I hated what I used to be. Oh poor Cait, tortured by someone she thought she loved. Oh poor Cait, her soul got ripped out. No more poor Cait. That little drama queen is dead. The only one here is me...
