#evil sides

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Micro: EEK!

He used it as a cover to earn trust. He loves it when people accept him into their houses, when they come over to his place, when they agree to a night out.

He smiles as he hears them scream, hears them beg for life, question why he’s doing this. He laughs way too loud, enjoys how they try to escape, the way they gasp out their last breath.

Patton hums as he writes down his plans in one notebook, wedding ideas in another with the guest list next to it. He taps the pencil against his lips, crossing out a few items and moved onto the next one. He checks his phone, and no recent updates. Oh well, maybe soon. He couldn’t worry just now. What good could that bring him? Then again, they would have given some updated. Just at that thought, his phone rang.

“Hello, Heart speaking.”

“Has he done the job?”

“Not sure, he should be home soon. I’m just waiting for him to text a confirmation or to come here. Either way, I’ll let you know.”

“You better. I’m paying way too much money for the job and your protection.”

“Oh shut up,” Patton rolls his eyes, “You’re getting the job done by the best. Just wire the fucking money or you’re next on my list. Trust me, you don’t want to be on it,” He snarls and hangs up, throwing aside his phone.

Patton takes a deep breath and goes back to his writing, humming softly and looks at his plans. He grins, deciding it was perfect and would have Virgil check over it later. He would check for inconsistencies, Roman would polish it and Dee would start preparations. He crosses a name off his list, humming to himself. He works on his wedding ideas next, sketching out their venue and seating when the door opens and shuts.

“My love?” He calls out and sits up straight.

“Patton,” A soft whisper calls out, the sound of walking surrounding the quiet ambiance.

Patton raises an eyebrow, soon seeing his fiancé standing in front of him. He lets a dark grin appear on his face at the sight, setting aside his notebook.

“I got it all dirty again,” Logan whispers, looking at Patton, “After you worked so hard to clean it. I’m sorry. I guess I lost control once more.”

“Oh my love,” He whispers and walks over, placing a hand on his cheek.

Logan looks down at Patton, placing a hand on his cheek. His bloody hand leaving a mark on Patton’s cheek. Patton takes in the sight once more, Logan covered in blood from head to toe. His white shirt sticking on his body, hair a tossed mess, pants having tears. He could only imagine his shoes were in a worse state. He had scratches on his face, along with fresh tears streaming down his face. He wipes them away, smearing more blood across his face.

“I didn’t mean to lose control,” Logan whispers and gently rubs small circles on Patton’s cheek, “I wanted to stay clean for you. I know these stains are hard to remove.”

“Shush dear,” He coos in a soft voice, placing a small kiss on his lips, “Never apologize for coming home like this. It means you did what had to be done. I am so proud of you, Logan.”

“You are?” His voice cracks, “Really?”

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“Have you heard? There’s a killer on the loose.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Apparently a senior from our school was found practically slaughtered.”

“That’s horrible. Are you sure it’s one?”

“Could it be more?”

“Better to think it is.”

-

He stares down at the body, wiping the knife with his black robe. He puts it away in its strap and takes off the mask, a small smirk on their face. Blood coated the boots he would burn soon, hands wearing gloves that would leave no DNA, hair held back so none would fall out.

“Ready to go home?” Virgil asks as he sees that Roman and Logan have their part, Dolos making it look like a robbery.

“I’m ready,” Patton says and walks out of the house, leaving behind the usual note on the door.