Have Mercy on Me

Here you are standing over your childhood best friend with a knife in hand, it was a crazy thought. You were about to sacrifice Wyatt to prove a point, to prove to a damn puppet that you weren't desperate and selfish. As you raised the knife he started to wake up, "Buddy...?" He squinted up at you then his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. "Hey buddy put the knife d-" You didn't even let him finish speaking before you plunged it into his stomach. The swift regret of what you had done kicked in and you stumbled back, the sound of the TV's static filling your ears along with the frightened staggered breathing of Wyatt who was now staring at the knife lodged into his gut. "What...the fuck. YOU STABBED ME!" Wyatt shrieked grabbing the knife's handle. "Wyatt- I-" You couldn't think straight, you just stabbed your best friend what the hell were you thinking? Wyatt started to pull the knife out of himself you went to stop him but it was too late he gasped in pain as blood started to gush out of his wound. You covered it with your hands, applying pressure like you were told to do so many times in school before, "I don't know what I was thinking Wyatt I'm so so sorry. Please don't die on me." With the strength, he had he slapped you, hard. You deserved that and probably more after stabbing him, "You're fucking crazy! Telling me not to die on you! You stabbed me! What is your deal all of a sudden?!" You clenched your teeth, looking at your bloody hands that had done nothing to stop the bleeding. You looked up at Wyatt, he had been your friend practically since the day you were born and had been there for you no matter what, the two of you would do anything for each other. Reaching a red-stained hand up to cup his cheek you were conflicted, you could follow through with this sick ritual that Wally had informed you of in a dream or call for an ambulance and have your friend live. "Wyatt...you know I care about you. You've been my best friend for so long that I really couldn't imagine how my life would have gone if I didn't meet you but even you, of all people, didn't believe me. Wally spoke to me, and he still is. I'm doing this for him no me, I'm doing this for me, he said things to me in a dream that I didn't like Wyatt. I have to prove him wrong somehow. That's why I have to do this." Wyatt tried his best to fight you but with the blood gushing out of his gut it was impossible to even look at you straight. "You're crazy..." He rasped, "He just a puppe-" He coughed up blood onto your face and neck but continued speaking. "He's just a puppet he isn't alive..." You could see how much this pained Wyatt knowing that he was stabbed by his best friend over something that had been said to you in a dream, it made your heart tense with regret and sadness, he was in pain and dying because of you. Your eyes filled with tears what had you done? It was just a stupid dream and you took it too far now Wyatt was going to die and his blood would be on your hands. "Wyatt..." Your voice was wobbly as you grasped his face in both of your hands, "I'm such an idiot Wyatt. I just wanted you to believe me, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you I shouldn't have hurt you, I care about you Wyatt I love you so much. Please don't die on me now." You began to sob knowing it probably was already too late to save him. He coughed shakily reaching his hands up to grab your wrists, "Look at me...buddy...." You couldn't, you just wouldn't. "...Buddy...you've always been an idiot...I can't...stay mad at you when you...cry like that..." It was getting hard to breathe, his body was growing colder by the second. "I'm sorry...that I...didn't believe you..." You felt his hands start to slip from your wrists, "...I love...you too...buddy..." You quickly looked up, the light from the TV no longer reflected in his eyes, his chest did not rise or fall, his mouth hung open slightly and his hands were at his sides. You stared helplessly at him, Wyatt was dead. You couldn't bear to stare at those eyes that were so pained in life and even more so in death so you closed them for him. "Rest well Wyatt."

You stood in your shower staring at the blood flowing down the drain, it took a lot for you to even get yourself to move away from the corpse in your living room. It felt like hours of you just going through emotions, grief, then anger, then confusion, then grief again. The only thing left to do was get rid of the body but how? You had no idea of how to rid yourself of it without the worry of being caught but then again, you'd have to pay for this terrible act you had committed somehow and maybe being in jail wouldn't be as bad as living with the secret of the murder that happened in your house. You closed your eyes, "This is all your fault, Wally. You did this to me." You clenched your fists and hit the wall of your shower. "DO YOU HEAR ME, WALLY?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU MADE ME KILL MY BEST FRIEND! HE'S GONE BECAUSE YOU MADE ME KILL HIM! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" You growled staring up at the ceiling before slumping down onto the floor just letting the water continue to soak into your already soaking clothes. "He'll never get to fulfil his dream of being an animator because of you Wally. I'll never be able to truly express how much I loved him, answer me, Wally. Are you happy you sick bastard?" There really wasn't anyone to blame but yourself but it took the burden off of you if you could blame Wally. You got up turning off the water, enough wallowing in your feelings. It was time to face reality like a grown-up and take care of the mess you created. Peeling off your soaked clothing and putting on a fresh set of clothes you made your way back downstairs to Wyatt's lifeless body but it wasn't sitting in the living room anymore, in fact, the blood and knife has just disappeared. Nothing was left not even a stain, the feeling of fear started to seep in, "What the hell..." Your breathing became heavy, what happened to the blood? The body? Everything is just gone as if it never happened, as if Wyatt never existed. "What's going on? What is this?" There was another presence in the house, you could feel it. Something knew what had happened and it made sure that it knew of its existence. Somewhere just out of your reach, it was staring at you, it felt like that feeling you had when you were dreaming. The void was staring at you again and it had malevolent intentions towards you, you felt so heavy and so warm the feeling of exhaustion dragging you down, the static of the TV once again filling your ears as it was the final thing you heard before collapsing and fading to black.

"See you soon, neighbour...~"