#heehoooo

You’re well aware it’s been CYCLES since his death. You’re both IMMORTAL AND DESTINED TO WANDER THIS ACCURSED REALM AS PURGATORY ANYHOW. Why not make the most of it? Why not DO THE RIGHT THING AND ERADICATE ALL THAT DEFIED YOU AND HIM?

Ever since he informed you of how he PERISHED, you couldn’t help but feel a NAUSEATING TWINGE OF ANGER SETTLE IN THE PIT OF YOUR BELLY. SOMEONE PUT THEIR DISGUSTING HANDS ON HIM AND TOOK HIS LIFE. HE WAS INNOCENT. He was not like you — no, you were not innocent. You sought out immortality and accepted the CONSEQUENCES. He was INNOCENT AND DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE IN SUCH A CRUEL MANNER. If you could personally FIST FIGHT THE GODS FOR SUBJECTING HIM TO SUCH INJUSTICE, you would TAKE GREAT PLEASURE IN SKINNING THE CELESTIALS ALIVE.

So you made a vow to yourself. You will seek out the DIRTY PERPETRATOR YOURSELF IN THE AFTERLIFE AND DELIVER HIM JUSTICE. THE ANCHOR OF VEXATION AND FURY WOULD NOT REST UNTIL IT WAS SATIATED, AFTER ALL. Every time your eyes gazed over the DEEP LACERATION ON HIS STOMACH, that feeling only AMPLIFIED IN RAGE.

You never bothered to notify him of your CONNIVING PLANS. No, you wanted to SURPRISE him — surprises are always FUN! Especially when the thought of him grinning and PRAISING you brought a sensation of GREAT EUPHORIA. Yes, the two of you will DINE LIKE ROYALTY AFTER THE LOUSY FUCK REPENTS HIS CRIMES.

Eventually, you found the whereabouts of the CRIMINAL underground. You took SUCH IMMENSE JOY IN STALKING THE SHADOWS, EAVESDROPPING ON EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT AND WAITING UNTIL HE WAS IN SOLITUDE TO STRIKE. Pale hands SHOT out, ENCOMPASSING THE MAN’S FACE BEFORE DRAGGING HIM INTO THE INKY DARKNESS. THROWN UP AGAINST THE WALL OF AN ABANDONED SHED, THE FRIGHTENED MAN COULD MAKE OUT THE GHOSTLY GLEAM OF HER EYES IN THE DARK — AND THE TOOLSET OF A MARIONETTE KIT.

He did not DESERVE an explanation. After all, he never bothered to GRACE YOUR BELOVED WITH ONE WHEN HE GUTTED HIM AND LEFT HIS BODY TO ROT. A thick piece of duct tape SLAPPED over the STRUGGLING man’s mouth, you got to work immediately — GIDDILY. Thin pieces of sea fishing lines wrapped around each limb as you kept your heel PRESSED FIRMLY INTO HIS CHEST TO PREVENT HIM FROM WRITHING AWAY — THE FUCKING MAGGOT. You hum a tune that you shared with your beloved. One that the two of you waltzed to under the pale moonlight.

Bernadette…you are my liberty…I celebrate the day that you changed my history…

The thought of him fills you with a DETERMINED GLEE. You can’t help the CHESHIRE GRIN from spreading over your painted lips, irises inflating from UNRESTRAINED EXCITEMENT. Once the lines were FASTENED TAUT, you then lean up and RELISH IN THE MAN’S TERROR ONE LAST TIME BEFORE HE WOULD BE TRANSFORMED. Tears spill down his cheeks, BEGGING EYES BURNING HOLES INTO THE BACK OF HER SKULL — but she does not RELENT. Why should she? He never gave her beloved MERCY. He never thought twice about his actions. HE KILLED WHAT BELONGS TO HER. HE IS THE REASON HER BELOVED IS SUFFERING.

IT WAS ONLY NATURAL TO DO SUCH A HEINOUS CRIME BACK.

Lifting the strings tied to both of his arms, Betty then YANKS THEM AS HARD AS SHE CAN WITH HER INHUMAN STRENGTH, HISSING A NOISE OF CONTENTMENT AS THE SOUNDS OF MUSCLES TEARING FROM THE PRESSURE FILLED THE WAREHOUSE. THE MAN MUFFLED A SCREECH OF AGONY, THE LINES CREATING HEAVY KNOTS AT THE BASE OF HIS ARMS. SLOWLY, SHE CONTINUES TO PULL AND YANK THE LIVING PUPPET, GRADUALLY RIPPING AWAY AT SKIN, MUSCLE, AND TISSUE. Once satisfied with his arms, she REPEATS THE PROCESS ON HIS LEGS, FORCING THE SET OF FOUR LIMBS TO BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN NUMB PIECES OF A DOLL’S FIGURE.

Oh, life and death…will always lead us to love and regret…

JERKING HIS BLUBBERING HEAD UPWARDS BY THE LINE AROUND HIS THROAT, Betty INGRAINED THIS MEMORY IN HER BRAIN LIKE A TATTOO. She then PULLED AND YANKED AS FAR BACK AS SHE COULD AS IF REIGNING IN A HORSE, LAUGHING AS THE PRESSURE CAUSED HIS EYEBALLS TO SHOOT STRAIGHT OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. BLOOD SPLURTED FROM EACH FACIAL ORIFICE, CAKING HIS BODY IN HIS OWN BODILY FLUIDS.

A MARIONETTE. A FULL SIZED MARIONETTE.

As the man went LIMP, Betty then dusted herself off and leaned in to paint him some blushy cheeks and doll-esque features to finish her craft — then simply LEFT HIM TO ROT IN THE SHED, NEVER TO BE FOUND NOR BURIED.