------START HERE-------- This Fanfic is for teenagers only, this chapter contains: Blood Yandere behavior. ~~~~~~~~ Trespass if you dare. ------------------------------ ``Chapter 3: `` In search of absolutely anything, X scrambles to his feet and he sees.. a fork. A bloody fork indeed. "Must be Fourteen, has to be." X thought in his confused mind. X looks down at his feet in question. He then notices tears flowing in his vision, Why does it have to be X, and why, He needs to know, he wants his old Four back, really bad. He couldn't resist no longer. He grabs the bloody fork right in front of him, and he aims for his poor, beating, and empty heart. His stomach twists as he says his last words. "Why does it have to be me?" His voice quivers, his hands shake in fear of his own actions. "I hate my own existence" And, right before the sharp, bloody fork came into contact with his chest, Four screams on top of his lungs, right in front of X, gripping the bars. "Don't talk to me with your pity." X whimpers, his grip letting go of the bloody fork, dropping onto the ground with a clang.
"Don't do that ever again." Four whimpers, his hands shaking, his fingers desperate for his touch once again. X looks down and then questions his life in his mind. "Did you see somebody kill somebody else with this fork?" X asks Four, Four still staring at X, watching every single movement. "No." He says quickly, reaching for his hand, But X shakes his hand in response to holding his hand. He then gets an idea, and smiles in mischief, "I will hold your hand only if you let me out." X almost gags at his own words. All that was a fat lie, X just wants to get out of this jail, But Four can't resist and grabs his keys. Later, X kicks out the door cage and squeals in excitement, but then remembers that Four is not Four. But, where would he go now? And why did the... green algebralien use a eating utensil for something so cruel? Last: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1270308600 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1382958184/
