Three Bitty Monsters (Hiatus/ Being Re-wrote)

Cracking Plains & Lonely Thoughts

I woke up with the thought on my mind.

Am I the bad guy?

I look around, Horror is on my other pillow, Dust is on the foot of my bed and....

Killer.

Killer is right on my stomach.

Great.

How do I get up without waking him?

I look around the room for something to help me, I see my heated blanket that I got as a Christmas gift a while back.

I carefully go and reach to turn it on, trying not to move to much.

Click!

I forgot how loud it was and I wince, looking over to make sure the bitties were still snoozing.

Luckly they sleep like rocks, or I'd have a harder time doing what I'm gonna do.

I gently use the blanket to pick up Killer and freeze when he mumbles somthin' about arson, but luckly stays sound asleep.

I set him down and go to get dressed, my red hoodie waiting for me.

I put on my usual outfit and write a note.

Be back in a little bit, just going to think,

            
                                              -Y/n

I slip out of the apartment and sigh, wondering the best place to think.

I remember.

The clearing in the park.

The clearing where I found the bitties.

That place was pretty secluded, right?

I head there, passing a lot of folks on the way.

Children and adults smile at me, they wave like I hadn't kinda almost killed a few dream skeletons.

I feel guilt waying on my soul.

I make in to the clearing, it was secluded, not many people go the the park, their lives don't allow it.

I sit and think.

Am I the bad guy?

I am basically teaming up with a group of interdimensional villains to take over the multiverse and kill everyone.

Do I want this?

Would...

Would my brother want this?

Am I like my father? Hurting others just because I was hurt?

Just wanting to spread the pain?

Why would I want this?

To be remembered?

To feel power?

What do I gain from this?

Am I the bad guy?

I sigh as these thoughts run through my head.

I think for a moment more.

No.

I deserve this.

I deserve to let others know what it feels like to hurt.

To be hurt.

I didn't deserve the pain I had.

I am in control.

I am fine.

I'm not the bad guy.

"I'm not the bad guy..." I mumble out to no one.

I get up and smile.

What was I thinking? So silly.

I'm in the right.

How could I not be?

...

3RD PERSON

...

As Y/n walks away, she knows.

She is running away from her problems.

Running from her past.

Running from herself.

And as she's walking.

If you listen closely.

...

You can hear the cracking.

=)

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Hello my lovely readers!

I am apparently 'Mother' now according to my comments.

So that's nice.

As you may have noticed, Y/n isn't doing to hot with her mental state.

So.

I think next time I update it'll be a fluffy chapter.

Y'know.

Anyways!

Have a lovely day my ducklings and hydrate!

Bye for now!