Prince Writes

He wasn't supposed to want you. He knew that. But that knowledge didn't stop the feeling he always got around you. It didn't stop the wanting. In fact, knowing that only fueled the feeling. Especially now that you seemed to be in the habit of visiting his shop every day. The more Wally saw of you, the more he experienced that feeling. The more intense the want became. Each glimpse of you sent him through a rush. Sometimes it was a good feeling, and sometimes it made him sick. But either way, it always left him wanting to experience it again. To see you and feel that lightness in the head. He liked to tell himself that his desire to be with was only to identify this... odd, feeling he felt. Or maybe even to make you his next victim. He liked to ignore the little you-shaped hole you'd dug out in his heart and made yourself at home in. It wasn't until that day you walked in with Howdy's scent on you and a basket of suspiciously discounted apples that he finally acknowledged it. You were supposed to belong to Wally, but that grub couldn't seem to keep his nose in his own business...

Y/n walks into Wally's shop, the air tainted with the coppery smell of blood. They place a basket of apples on the counter (half of them Howdy had given them for free) and tap the rusty little service bell. They wonder why Wally even put it there in the first place. He seems to always know the moment someone enters, and the dainty little bell looks rather out of place in a butchers shop. Wally walks into view, wiping a dirty knife off on his equally dirty apron. He must have just finished cutting up some meat to sell. Y/n smiles at him as he looks up. His expression darkens ever so slightly when he sees the basket of discounted apples Howdy had given you. Y/n smiles. "Hey, Wally! I brought you apples!" Wally stares at the basket, part of him wondering if they were doing this to purposefully mess with him. But they couldn't possibly know how they affected him... Could they? "Thank you.. Neighbour." He says slowly, his gaze shifting from the apples to them. "You... Smell like Howdy." He didn't like the way Y/n blushed when he said that. "Oh! Well, we hugged before I left to come here..." "I see..." Wally mumbles before resuming a casual attitude, giving no hint to the macabre plan already forming in his mind. Y/n gave Wally half the apples, and after receiving their thanks, were on their way back home, humming a jovial tune to themselves.

-- Time Skip --

A few days later Y/n visits his shop again, seeming to be lost in thought when they come in. They went to visit Howdy the other day, but he was nowhere to be found. They tried again today, but no one had even seen him. "What's the matter, Neighbour?" Wally asks, false innocence lining his tone. "I just... Haven't seen Howdy around lately. I'm starting to get worried." Wally's smile tightens. "Oh, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. He'll turn up." He pauses, tilting his head. "Is that the only reason you came to visit today?" Y/n smiles. "Oh, no. I enjoy visiting you simply for the company, but I thought I'd ask you just in case you saw him." Wally hums in response, busying himself with a bloody knife. Y/n stares at the knife in his hands, noting the fresh blood covering it. "What kind of meat did you get in today?" Wally chuckles. "Oh, I have a very special stock today... I cannot give you the details though." "At least tell me what kind of meat it is?" Y/n asks, pouting. "Oh... One you're quite familiar with." Wally replies with a smirk. "Pork?" "Hah... Close enough." The fact that Howdy had ever dared to steal his little Y/n was enough for Wally to consider him swine. Not that he thought much of him before that.

A/N: Yay! Finally finished. What do y'all think? Part two?

It was early one Christmas morning, the two Walker children rushing down the stairs, their parents groggily trudging in behind them. Mr. Walker nods at his kids, giving them the okay to begin tearing into their presents. Mrs. Walker takes a special gift from the mantle, handing it to her children.   They open the box, both gasping in awe as they stare at what’s inside. A brand-new AT-13 drone with advanced AI. The thing Billy and his sister had begged their parents to get them for weeks but were told that it was too expensive.   "We managed to grab this one on a major discount." Mr. Walker explains, chuckling lightly at their reactions.   Billy and his sister jump up, quickly thanking their parents and then rushing outside to test the new toy.   The first thing Billy does is test how high he could fly it, but after a few minutes of playing with it, the drone began to act strangely. It began jerking in random directions when Billy tried the controller, and then it stopped responding altogether. The drone went after a few bypassing birds, bumping one and seemingly killing another. Eventually it ceased its attack on the birds, now focusing on the two children who were responsible for setting it free.   Billy's confusion quickly turns to a cold terror as the drone flies toward him and his sister at an alarming speed. Billy ducks for cover at the last minute, bracing himself for the impact of the drone... But it doesn’t happen. Instead, he hears an odd sound, glancing up in time to watch his sister’s headless body fall to the ground. The drone and her decapitated head lay only a few feet away, blood painting the snow red.   Billy lets out a dreadful scream, getting his parents’ attention and causing them to come rushing outside. They freeze, staring in horror at the scene before them. The drone buzzes, its now loose blades flopping as it seems to try and dislodge itself from the snow.  That day, the Walker family, and the rest of the city (or at least, those who remained), learned to never buy discounted AI. The price is cut for a reason. In this case, the reason is an AI with a taste for blood.  

...Does this mean I'm going to hell? Lol.

One early morning, nine-year-old Billy Walker goes downstairs to find a temptingly wrapped gift sitting on the table. Mr. and Mrs. Walker trail behind their son, along with Billy’s brother and dog. They all pause when they spot the wrapped box sitting on the table. Billy is overjoyed when he finds the box to be addressed to him, but his parents are wary of the “gift” that suddenly appeared on their table overnight. Begrudgingly, Billy’s parents permit him to open the box. Inside, he finds a sleek, expensive-looking drone with a high-definition camera and advanced range. Billy exclaims in excitement while his brother whines about how he wanted one as well.

Billy rushes outside with his new toy, eager to test it. Knowing that Billy has a reputation for being a dreadful pilot, his family stays inside, watching from the window. Billy attempts to make his drone do a number of tricks – barrel rolls, flips, dodging birds, and spooking the neighborhood pets. Billy’s family grows increasingly anxious as they watch the drone get farther away, moving erratically. Suddenly, the drone freezes, hovering ominously as its lights blink red and the controller in Billy’s hands freezes up.  

The drone rotates slowly, scanning over the neighbourhood before zeroing in on the Walker family. Billy and his brother freeze in terror, while a panicked expression momentarily flashes across their parents’ faces. They realize that the drone was planted in their home as a weapon. Snapping out of his daze, Billy runs for cover in his backyard playhouse as the drone fires upon his beloved home. His family seeks cover inside the house, but they fail to realize the fatal consequences of their decision in time before a missile is fired from the drone, igniting the house and destroying it in minutes.

The drone self-destructs, and after the dust clears, Billy emerges slowly from his hiding place. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Because of the sudden and tragic nature of the situation, the young boy was too shaken to even know how to react to the sudden calamity that had just occurred. The drone’s video monitor lay in the grass, cracked but still operational. A message blinked across the screen in big blue letters: “AGENTS HAL & SUE WALKER – ELIMINATED.”

Sorry if this isn't all that good. It's been a while since I've written. ADHD paralysis in real, and it's a horrible pain in the ass. I've gone at least four months without making any real progress on anything. I'm kind of proud though, because today I suffered through a mild mental breakdown during my classes, but still managed to write something like this. Progress!