Hello, all! This isn't CYOA related, but I have made a very short story based on a musical I was in, POV of my character Hot Blades Harry. Our cast has many headcanons and backstories, so if you know the musical, this story still won't make sense.
By the way, spoilers obviously!
The story is very gay, so I'll say it first. Lol, fag.
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My hand shook as I held the gun. I had taken it from Issac when I killed him. Issac had finally told Theodore about his feelings after months or years, and then got killed. He watched his own brother run at him. Dead.
Just like… Bobby. Bobby Strong. Our hero had been “Sent to Urinetown” after a meeting with Caldwell. That bastard. He lied to us. God, how distressing it was when we got the news that he was dead. I’m sorry.
Urinetown. Urinetown. Exactly what I thought it was. Death. Swinging from a rope, getting an injection, or what it really was. Getting thrown off the top of a roof. What Becky thought it was. Death.
Becky. She was pregnant during the drought. I would always make stupid jokes about punching her stomach. She would punch my arm and glare at me. Becky’s child was born but will soon die the same way everyone will. Dehydration. The child is so young. So SO young. I’m so sorry.
The child is young like Sally. Oh, Little Sally. I love her. My niece. She was always such a silly girl. So nice. But really sassy. Sally defended Hope when I had tried to snuff her. She was so traumatized, the poor girl. Sometimes I just want to scoop her up and shield her from all the bad things, but it’s much too late. I’m so sorry.
I remember the little girl snapping someone’s neck. Some guy’s neck. Someone pretty. Billeaux. My Ben. Benjamin Billeaux. My pretty boy. My pretty scientist. But Benjamin wasn’t mine. Not for years. 5 years to be specific. I let it happen. Let Sally kill him. I had stopped him from walking so Little Sally could snap his neck. Oh, Ben. How he looked at me. The shock, fear… And something else. Something that had been unrecognizable for a second. A look I hadn’t seen in 5 years. Some called it love. But I wasn’t worth love. Benjamin didn’t love me. He couldn’t… He shouldn’t. I watched Benjamin’s lifeless body hit the floor. The thud made me flinch. I stepped over Benjamin’s body with shaky legs. I joined the congregation with Hope. I heard everyone mumbling about not being sorry. But I blocked it out. I WAS sorry. Sorry for my baby. I remembered how Benjamin would play with my hair. Remembered how he would call me “Mi vida” with his lovely voice. The voice I’ll never hear again. My pretty boy was gone. And didn’t know I loved him. I knew Ben got around. So maybe Ben didn’t even care if I loved him or not. He shouldn’t. I was like a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe, and Ben was a beautiful, blooming flower.
I stood up, setting the gun down. I paced around before grabbing some liquor I had and opening it. I began to chug the bottle. I wiped the side of my mouth and slid back down the wall. I debated what to do as I took sips of the liquor. Reflecting.
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“NO! Spiders are disgusting!”
“Mi vida… It won’t hurt you. I promise. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, you know that? I wouldn’t put you in danger. Trust me. This little guy is more scared of you than you are of it.”
“But… It could bite. Can’t you put it outside?”
“It’s been living in the house for God knows how long, mi amore. It would die if we took it outside.”
I sighed and watched Ben let the spider go. Still a bit urked.
“Promise it isn’t dangerous, Ben?”
“Why would I lie? I want you safe, precioso.”
I felt safe. Ben always makes me feel safe. I hugged him as he kissed my cheek.
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My eyes stung with tears. Why did he have to be so perfect? I ruined it. It’s over. Been over. Why did I still care? I look around my room and stand up. I take a sip of my liquor and slightly stumble, tripping over a glass pill bottle that I somehow haven’t accidentally broken. I had figured out a while back that Xanax made me feel sort of silly sometimes. I smile softly at the thought. I snatch the pill bottle up off the ground and struggle with the impossible “child” proof lid until I ultimately smash it on the ground. I grab all the pills. A handful. But I couldn’t count the number. Too dizzy. I take the pills and wash them down with my last sip of liquor. I slide down the wall, giggling. I pretty quickly get a headache, though. I see Issac’s gun once more and grab it. I check the barrel. Issac Barrel. I miss my brother. The gun is loaded. I close it back up. I see something glinting in the light. A penny.
Penny. Penelope Pennywise. My mom. God, I miss my mom. I’m so sorry mom. I failed you. I’m a disappointment. Mom’s life is full of disappointments. I love you mom. Why didn’t Ryder take you with him? I’m so sorry.
Ryder McQueen. Ryder. He was so annoying. Awkward, stupid. But he made me laugh. I love my brother even if I don’t wanna admit it. Please survive. My big brother. I’m sorry I killed your husband. He was the one who made you happy, and I took that from you. I’m so sorry.
Issac. Issac Barrel. I see his name scratched on the gun. Issac was so threatening. I wanna be like him. Issac, I wish you were more confident. You were so great. But now you’re gone. It’s my fault. You and Ryder would argue about stupid things and who I liked better if we all ever saw each other at amenity 9. You both said I was your favorite. Why would you trust an untrustworthy idiot? I would hide my grin as you guys playfully argued. I miss my brother. You were so silly. But now I’ll never hear “Harry’s my favorite” ever again. I’m so sorry.
Theodore. Theodore Lockstock. God, you idiot. Why didn’t you say you loved him back? You were actually good for him. Issac died with the words “I see” in his mind and the warmth of your hands dimming from his own. Why did Issac love you? But I could ask the same about myself. I’m so sorry.
With all the thoughts rushing through my head, I knew there was only one thing left. Get what I deserved. I deserved to die. Everyone knew it. Just too scared to say it. My shaky hands struggled to hold the gun steady against my jaw. “Big brother… Mom… Benjamin… I’m so sorry…” I closed my eyes as I prepared. I pressed the trigger. Bing. I didn’t even hear it. I jerked and fell back. My skull and brains blew out of the top of my head. I was left bleeding. Left as food for the flies and rats. Maybe even a desperate person, too. A fate only for someone horrible and disgusting. Like Harry Marion Redwood.
Thank you. So much
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Open to real constructive criticism! I won't take "Too much gay lol" as constructive criticism. Thank you for reading! I appreciate it!
