Chapter 6: Does it matter?

Hello readers, as English isn't my first language, it may contain many grammar issues. That's why I will be using Grammarly. The sponsor of today's vid... 

Still, if you find any incorrect grammar or punctuation inside this fanfic, it would be awesome if you would write a correction in the paragraph comments.

'...' : thought

"..." : talking

/...\ : something is written

[...]: place/time

{...} : talking per phone/pc/tv

>...< : sound

(...) : the all mighty me ᕕ( ಠ‿ಠ)ᕗ

Without further ado, let's begin the Story!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

Gore

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Time after the Queensboro bridge incident: 1 Week 4 Days 4am

(transformation + fight + travel)

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[4am | Thompson House | Martha's POV]

"Again?" I ask Thomas as he looks at a letter that seems to be yet again a warning from the landlord.

"Yes, it's saying that we can't delay the rent any further and that it is due next week together with the rent for this month." He answered in a hopeless tone.

'If this continues, we have to live on the streets.' >sigh< I thought while releasing a depressive sigh.

"At least the kids are feeling better than before after his..."

Thomas said or at least tried to say before going quiet.

I put my hand on his shoulder, joining him in his silence. 

"I- I think we should go to sleep. We both have to work tomorrow." I said, trying not to think about my baby boy's smile, which I will never see again.

"Is there a day we never have to work?" Thomas said in a playful but depressed tone while standing up.

"Łħ»…ŁĦ» 涀 »ø↓ ſæ»→"ŋ ŧħ→ſ¡¿" 

'Hmm?'

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[A while ago | David's POV]

'So here I am, what to do?' I asked myself while sitting on the edge of our neighbor's roof, dangling my legs.

'I mean, I can't really talk or hold stuff.' I think while looking at my hands.

'Should I mime what I want to say? I'm hungry.' I thought, looking for alternative ways to communicate.

'No, look at me! Why would they even listen to me?!' I exclaimed loudly in my head. 

'They are my family! Shouldn't they love me even in this form?' I asked myself.

'After what I have done for them, shouldn't they greet me with open arms? If they didn't, they don't deserve to be called family by me!' I concluded, making myself ready to enter the house.

As I enter the house, I hear my parents talking and try to listen to what they are saying.

"At least the kids are feeling better than before after his..." I hear my dad say before he goes silent, with my mother joining him shortly after.

'What?' I asked myself

'They are doing better after my 'death'?!' I asked myself again

'Was I such a heavy load for you!!!!' I screamed in my head, wanting to know what he meant by saying that.

''Łħ»…ŁĦ» 涀 »ø↓ ſæ»→"ŋ ŧħ→ſ¡¿" (Why. Why are you saying this!?) I screamed out loud this time, making my parents turn around.

"AAHHH" My mother screamed as she sank onto the stairs.

"What the he-" My father tries to say but is cut short when I shoot a web behind them to cut off their only escape.

"Łħ» ð→ð »ø↓ ſæ» ŧħæŧ¿¡" (Why did you say that?!) I screamed again, getting closer and closer to their faces.

"Mom?!" "Dad?!" I heard a young voice, which made me look up only to see my little brother of 8 years standing there with my baby sister in his arms."

"Mama! What is that! I'm sca-"

"Stay away from this monster!!" My mother cut his sentence short and screamed in a tearful voice.

"Ħ^¿¿¿ ›ø↓ ¢æłł º€ æ ºØ'ẞŦ€®¡¿¡ Ðø"˘Ŧ »ø↓ŧ łø„€ µ€· µøµ¡¿¡"(Hä??? You call ME a MONSTER!?! Don't you love me, mom!?!)

I screeched in a voice that was filled with unending agony.

She looked at me, still as terrified as before.

"ẞø "€ →ŧ· ı ł→łł ŧæĸ€ łħæŧ »ø↓ łø„€ ŧħ€"¡"(So be it, I will take what you love then!) I shouted before making my way upstairs by crawling on the wall before shifting to the ceiling.

"NOOOOOOOO!!! Run Barry! Run!" Martha and Thomas screamed in union as I jumped from the ceiling, heading for my siblings. My little brother starts running, but before he can come far, I use my shoulder arms to web his feet to the ground, which makes him drip, letting my little sister fall to the ground.

"WHHAAAA!!" "ARRGH!!!" My little sister cried while my little brother started holding his foot from pain, most likely having broken it.

"MAMA?!?!" He screamed as I slowly stepped closer 

"WHHAAA!!" The crying of my sister intensified as I bit down on the boy's head. The rest of his body fell limp on the ground.

I locked eyes with Martha, pointing to the baby, which seemed to get her back to her senses.

"Ħ€¶ "€«ŧ¿" (Her next?) I asked a question I didn't need an answer to.

"Nononono!! Please leave my baby girl alive!!!" she screamed, seemingly understanding what I wanted to ask.

"AARHGRAAHſđŋſŋ!!!" But before I could make my way to the baby, I felt pain in my left leg. I looked for the source, only to see the male standing there with a metal baseball bat.

"Thomas!!!" The female screamed in happy surprise.

I gather my spit and spit it in his face.

"AarghAHHHHHH!!!" The male screams in agony as I start to walk to the baby, but not before webbing the male against a wall. 

"Thomas?! Nooo!!" The female screams again, which makes me shoot a web at her face to make her stop speaking.

As I walked closer to the infant, I felt an unimaginable amount of hunger, wanting to eat it as a whole. But I first tug the web that I used to shut the female down and lightly pull her towards me. As she lay in front of me I used my left front arm to pick her up making her wheeze. I picked up the infant and opened my mouth before putting it inside of it.

"Nmmmm! Nmmmm!" The female tried to speak, while tears started to build in her eyes, but couldn't through the web that covered her mouth.

>crunch<

I crunched down on the infant which made blood spray out of my mouth onto the ground, walls, and the face of the female.

"HEheheehehehehehe...." Tears started streaming down the face of the female as she laughed, probably having gone mad.

Not waiting any longer, I opened my mouth to end her misery too, but before that, I looked her in the eyes one last time.

''I am done here, aren't I?' I asked myself a rhetorical question.

>creak<

I looked around to see where the sound came from and saw an open door. As I entered the room, I saw a picture of a male with black hair and brown eyes.

'Does he live here too? Where is he then?' I asked myself, questioning my abilities by not only not catching him but also not noticing him leave.

'Does it really matter?' I asked myself.

'No, it doesn't.' answering my own question I left the room and took one last look at the door.

/DAVID\

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Plot twist (epic table flip) (˚Õ˚)ر ~~~~╚╩╩╝

Who would have seen that coming!? 

He forgot who he is

Dropped a lot of subtle(hopefully) glues, like him starting to call his family differently each time and the voice talking to him.

PS. Sorry for the gore (: