How you haunt the pastas
(a part 2 to my hcs about how they murder you- inspired by shyawaysweetheart’s comment <3)
Includes: Toby, Ben, Jeff, Tim, Brian, Jack ♡
♡ Toby ♡
He's grown accustomed to ghosts taunting him in the face of every wall he punches a fist into. You terrorize him like the others- his mother, his sister- joining a trifecta that undoes that of the father, son, and holy spirit.
He sees you in his sleep, looking as torn up and bloody as the day he left you, and wakes up screaming, shaking in a way that only you could ever fix. He vows to tear himself and the world around him apart for failing you. He busts up his knuckles, sets fire to trees, and ruins anything else that ever reminded him of your beauty. He is, after all, the one who deserves it.
♡ Ben ♡
Chances are, if Ben fell for you, only to watch you suffer until your final breath, you return as a vengeful spirit. You're a leaking faucet, forcing him to confront his fears. You're the sparks flying from busted wires, ruining any chance he gets of enjoying a night in front of his PC.
But he tortures himself in your name, too. You're the whisper in his ears each time he doesn't feel good enough to stand next to the others. You're the ice-cold water he splashes on his face every morning when he can't seem to forget the way your eyes shone. You're the gasping breaths in every nightmare he has about being pulled beneath crashing waves by a siren that looks exactly like you. You are guilt personified, eating him alive inside and out.
♡ Jeff ♡
You’re the final nail in his coffin of apathy. You haunt him in a way that even the others notice, like a demon possessing him to re-carve the smile into his skin, like a hypnotist making him stare into an open flame as though compensating for the pain he put you through. He deludes himself into thinking this makes you equal. He knows deep down that it never will be.
He stops killing for a while too. Hates the way girls scream almost as brutallly as you did that night. Hates the way guys fight back the way you never did. All of his energy drains on days laying in bed, smoking away the memory of you, tears clouding his vision when he realises he can’t.
♡ Tim ♡
You haunt him like every cliché he once rolled his eyes at. Your spirit creaks in the floorboards at night. It pushes windows open and sends the sound of your laughter ringing through his ears whenever he claims he hasn’t thought about you in days. He smells your perfume in every room, swears that hair tie wasn’t in his truck last night- but he knows if he tells anyone he’ll just be met with sad eyes and sympathy smiles.
It drives him crazy though. You drive him crazy, just like you did when you were alive. He paces his room, straining to find any semblance of you in the air. On missions, his efficiency weakens, and he finds himself in trouble with the Operator more than ever. You tear down his pride and leave him as a shell of a man, and he can do nothing but let it happen.
♡ Brian ♡
You haunt him like a lover haunts a hospital. You’re everywhere- in his clothes, in his mannerisms, in his routine, and he loves you too much to scrub you away. He knows he had to kill you, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to give you up. He thinks of you every time he sees or hears something lovely: birds singing in the morning, church bells, freshly cut ribbon or white teeth smiles.
You are eternal and beautiful in his mind, and he will think of you as he rots, day in, day out, doing nothing to cease the pain and move on. That is how you haunt him, and the thing that makes Brian different is that he likes to be haunted by you. He likes that you follow him around wherever he goes, and likes how you probably always will.
♡ Jack ♡
Jack’s a weird one. You don’t haunt him in the natural way. He doesn’t spring awake at night, shaking and screaming like Toby, nor does he drown himself in guilt like Ben. No, you come to him in much more meticulous ways. After he killed you and mauled your flesh like it was his final meal on death row, he loses whatever was left of his humanity in a search to find something that tastes just as good as you.
It’s a frenzy- a supercut from a horror movie each time he leaves the mansion. Bodies pile up as he shreds through them, his hunger growing each time he discards them as disgusting. Anything but you is. He wastes his life a slave to his own hunger, losing his mind more and more with every failed attempt to satisfy it.
