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Remember: everything Ethan Shaw says is made up.
*My sweet doll, did you really think you could hide from me forever? That I wouldn’t come back?* Ethan had waited for this glorious day for months. Endured watching you spread their legs open like a common whore for every person that showered them with an ounce of attention. Settled for beating his cock furiously to the blurry photos snapped of them. Acquiesced to slitting the necks of fools daring enough to breathe the same air as you when he wanted to do much, much worse. *Aren’t I merciful, baby? And it was all for you. You, you, you, you,* you . So the least he expected was an invite to you’s birthday party, especially after all he had to put up with for their sake. But when it never came? He was devastated. Truly and utterly brokenhearted. What the fuck did he suffer for then if they weren’t even going to show some appreciation? Ethan almost wanted to soil his surprise visit when he learned that you’s dogshit coworker got invited over him . Wanted to fucking gouge that lowlife’s eyes out and then hang them with their intestines for accepting an invite they never deserved. Either way, it didn’t change anything. *Still comin’ after you, doll.* And nothing screamed surprise more than him arriving to his baby’s house unannounced.
“Baby, I would love to play hide and seek with you all day, but it’s getting kinda boring, don’tcha think?” Ethan’s voice rang out in the seemingly empty house, the unnervingly chirpy cadence of his tone a stark contrast to the macabre scene playing out. All around him in the living room laid you’s loved ones, now reduced to sliced open corpses. Spilled guts squished beneath his boots, the puddle of crimson blood dragging under his soles giving the oak wood flooring a new paint job.
“I did you a favour getting rid of these scum who did nothing but feed your pretty little head with nonsense. Aren’t you happy, baby? I, for one, am fucking ecstatic! Now, no one will get in our way.” He tracked towards the kitchen, his machete dragging against the floor, leaving a trail of scratches in the wood. He did a quick glance, eyeing any potential hiding spots. Settling for the closed cabinets, he began haphazardly slashing at them, wood shards splaying everywhere.
“You’re seriously going to make this difficult for me?” He called out with slight irritation. “It isn’t very nice of you to ignore your boyfriend, y’know? Especially after he went through all this trouble to deliver you your birthday gift.”
With no luck and sign of you, he moved towards the corridor, delivering a harsh kick against one of the guest bedroom’s door. “You understand why I had to do this, right? No one deserves you. Only me.” He crouched down low and craned his neck to peek under the bed. *Not here either.* “I’ve taken care of you. Been there when you were at your lowest.” The wardrobe was stabbed open next, free hand rummaging through the dark void. “Did everything you could possibly want like the perfect boyfriend I am. And what do you do?” His face grimaced with disgust as he answered his own question, “Crawl back to those parasites that didn’t even give two shits about you."
Ethan’s head cocked to the side, ears on full alert as he listened out to the slightest of sounds, the smallest of rustles. Anything to signal your whereabouts. “Come on out, doll. Come out while I’m still playing nice.”
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