**_GREG_**

“AUBREY! Put the knife down!” I stagger behind the couch as my girlfriend, who is about to be my ex-girlfriend after I get out of this, comes forward to me with a knife. Eyes crazed and mouth wide as she breathes shakily.

“Are you scared, Greg?” She whispers. She darts to the left and I go the opposite direction. “Don’t be scared.”

I walk backwards, slowly, like I’m trying to escape an enraged bear. My foot catches on something, and I tumble onto my back.

Aubrey’s on me in a split second. Her knee is on my leg, the knife pressing on my abdomen preventing me from going anywhere.

“A-Aubrey….” A whimper escapes me as she pushes the blade deeper. God, if I knew she was this crazy, I would’ve never answered her letter.

“Are you scared?” She asks, once more. Her long brown hair is a curtain, hiding the rest of the room, leaving me to only stare at her gleaming, green eyes.

“Y-yes.”

She stares at me for a moment, then plunges the knife into my stomach.

***

**_ADON_**

I don’t understand why Miss King had to take _my_ room. The woman could’ve taken the couch, and I wouldn’t be in this terrible mood right now. But what Jack says goes. Also, Miss King looked rather frightened of Thomas when we obtained her; she’s been locking herself up to avoid him.

It’s night time, dark and quiet except for the occasional grunts of Holland washing, by hand, Thomas’ soiled pants. He curses as he does, swearing that he _had_ to find some water proof—blood proof, really—clothing soon.

Before he’d done that, Holland had tucked me and my newest doll, who I had to sew a new arm after Thomas ate it, Trinity, in bed after dinner. Miss Penny had eaten as well, locked inside my room. Thomas and Jack are busy with something related to our next job. They drove off to some place to talk more about it with another one of Jack’s friends. I know I should be going to sleep, but it just isn’t happening.

I slip out of my bed, leaving Trinity to sleep as she always does, bandages wrapped around her bruised, decaying body, and walk quietly to the kitchen were Holland is working in the sink. His back is to me, so he startles when I wrap my arms around his waist.

“You’re still up, Addie?” I press my cheek against his back, nodding, rubbing against him.

“Feel like something bad’s gonna happen,” I mumble, “Can’t sleep.”

Holland sighs, then turn in my embrace to stroke my head with his cold, wet hands. “We can go to sleep together in a moment, okay sweetums?”

I nod, suddenly feeling droopy. “Alright.”

***

**_AUBREY_**

Death follows those who beg for it.

Am I of such? I suppose I am. _Ha_! It’s just that I can’t control my Itch, itchy, itchy ITCH.

I walk silently through the dark streets of the night, knowing that in the morning the police would find Greg’s dead body in the tub. The neighbor had to hear him. I sigh. I really did like Greg; he was a good man.

I bite the inside of my lip hard, wishing for the pain to be worse than it was. “DAMN THIS ITCH!”

“What itch are you talking about, Miss?” An Asian man, followed by a tall White one, asks, face in a taunting grin. His companion is the opposite, and…why are his nostrils flaring?

Oh. My eyes narrow as I back away. Fellow human’s with the Itch. It may not be the same as mine, but I can sense it on them.

“Stay—stay away from me! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

The Asian man grins. “Well now I’m interested!”

“Can I eat her?” The other man gruffs out.

Instead of being surprised, I take the knife that was in my waistband out and hold it in front of me. My Itch comes back in full force, tingling my arms and mind.

“This is your last warning,” they continue to stalk towards me, “Piss off, now!”

But it seems that their own Itches drive them forward. And keeps on doing so.

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_(This was in my drafts for so long. 2 weeks, maybe? I’ve just finished watching Hilda on my grandparents’ TV; I recommend it. The hurricane and tornadoes are long gone from this area! Yippee! Anyways, thanks for reading and have an amazing day!)_