- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - // 𝖸. 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽

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🌹𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅🌹
𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽
(tw: self harm)

Though he always believed blue was his favorite color, Peter has come to appreciate the red that regularly stained his skin as well.

At first, they were just small cuts, barely visible, not even bleeding and gone the next day. But as his love for you got deeper and deeper so did the blades of his knife.

He had a small collection, but he only used his best one's for you.
He drew small hearts with them, delighting in how they filled themselves with red all on their own. Peter wasn't a particularly good artist, but he'd like to think you'd appreciate the work he put into making himself look good for you.

Messages for you were carved into his skin for you to discover someday. How many times he fantasized about you tracing the letters with your tounge, he had lost count.
How you would react if you saw him like this, moaning and panting your name like prayer, marking himself unapologetically and unashamedly as yours? Would you be flattered, disturbed, disgusted? The thought of you rejecting him hurt, but admittedly he didn't hate the thought of you adding your own scars to his collection.

But his wasn't the only blood he shed for you.

No, Peter thought as his knuckles turned white around his steering wheel, eyeing the green-haired coworker that had dared to touch you today. There was no point in denying that he'd love to see them bleed out too. See their face twisted in the horror of the truth that he alone was worthy of holding you, that he alone was deserving of the softness of your lips.

He had thought about twisting their neck before, hearing it snap like a twig. But only now he actually wanted to act on it. He shook his head as he pulled up next to their house, just what were you thinking, darling? Were you trying to make him jealous? Was this his punishment?

He heard a TV as he entered their apartment through the backdoor, masking any sounds he'd made as he came inside. Not that there were many, as for a guy his size he was surprisingly good at sneaking around.

He held a knife in his hand, but this one wasn't pretty. It was old and rusty, he didn't even remember where he got it from. Good. Dull as it was they wouldn't bleed out as quickly.

Licking his lips, he felt something tremble within, his hand shaking as he gripped the knife harder.
He was just excited, he told himself. TK was right in front of him, watching TV and scrolling through their phone. He slowly stepped towards them.

Though as he raised his hand to bring the knife down into their neck, he felt something sharp penetrate his leg. He winced audibly, falling back, alerting TK in the process who didn't hesitate to grab the object nearest to them to defend themselves.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!!" they shrieked, and Peter glared up at them. The pain in his leg didn't go away, in fact it only got worse. He looked towards his knife that had fallen with him, now laying next to the green-haired chef.

TK, following his gaze, quickly went to grab the knife only to tumble over instead, holding their breath as their body compulsed in pain.

Something was happening, Peter noted as another shock went through him and he saw the walls around them glitch in and out of existence. Something was definitely happening, but not just to them, but to the whole game.

His body began to tremble as parts of him started to detach and reattach themselves, leaving him in pain that was nowhere near ecstasy.
And still the only thought on his mind as he passed out was

Y/n, my love, please tell me you're alright...

~🌹~

You woke up dizzy and disoriented, eyes open but not able to take in where exactly you were.