#[[ as much as i write patient!Red i haven't actually? really? written him being violent towards others except for his escape drabble so. ]]

[bloodredecho]

companion.

“... Excuse me.”

Dirty fingers wrapped around the thin, steel bars of the cell door window. Patient #64479-25 peeked his little face out from inside his room.

“There’s someone in my room with me.”

The nameless boy shuddered and glanced behind him. The corner of th. E room. was. Pulsing. like flesh. That was. 0k. That’s happened before. He was used t. o that. nightmare. That. wasn’t. the. problem.

“... Excuse me,” he said again, louder, more desperate. This wasn’t fair, because he wa s. being incredibly polite. See. He didn’t have to be as. Mean. As. H e was sometimes, he knew that. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Maybe. Or. He liked to think he could. Pretend. Well enough. He was good. at pretending. It. Was the only thing that. made. being here worth it. Pretending. To be, not him. To be, the. Villian. Or. the. Victim? No. What was he talking thinking about. 

Right. White. Red and white. Right, he was Red. Red was trapped, trapped like a rat,

Trapped like a rat,

Trraappppeedd... liikkee aa rrrrrrrrrrR

Red missed his mother. That was a strange thought. She used to sing to him. She used to. Keep him from sin. Bad. awful. Evil. child. H e was. If he’d been Better(livingindustries) he wouldn’t have been. Here.

with.

It. 

Oh God. Oh god oh god o h god. It was starting to move.

“Sir...!” he squeaked, trying to squeeze himself through the bars, wishing. his bones would squish. and crack. and twist and Break just like a rat’s would so he could Escape. “Please, please, there’s-- something in here...!”

“Can it, kid,” a man barked back to him as he passed and moved down the hall.

“Please! Please please I’ll be good I promise I’m so scared what if I dieeeee????!”

When. Silence. answered Him he whimpered and It. chuckled. @ him. hA ha.’ haha ha poor little weakling poorlittleRedandwhiteandredandwhiteandredand”

“You can’t let me die, I’m important...! T-to... to you, you need me. You need m-my.... my-, for the tests. Please.”

Silence.

“If I die in here,” he whispered, shuddering. “The world will end.”

Silence.

“It’s too quiet,” he replied conversationally.

Silence.

He bit his lip.

It.

moved.

He started to scream. Sliding down to the floor, he shrieked out, banging his fists into the door, “ITS KILLING ME ITS KILLING ME HELP ME HELP ME AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

It. Laughe.d. haha. red crawled across the floor towards It screaming and shrieking and banging his fists into every surface he coul d fine because when the door banged open and his nurse rushed in It Was Too Late and red was in the corner nice and calm.

“Hello,” he whispered.

“6-4-4,” the nurse replied, holding up a needleHeHa(ha)tedNeedlesSoMuch. “What’s the meaning of this...?”

“Hello,” he whispered again in a dark voice. “I’m sorry. I killed him, he’s dead. I can leave a mess-mess-message. If you’d like.”

The nurse frowned and gave the camera watching them from the corner a look, then a gesture he didn’t understand but laughed at anyway. Then, he looked at Him.

“Time to go to sleep now, kid.”

“If you touch me, I’ll kill you,” itsaidsoftlythroughHim. “Please go away now. I said sorry. I got what I wanted.”

The nurse paused. He’d been approaching but now he stood mere inches from him, needle up and poised and ready, face quizzicle. “Oh? And what was that?”

Red beamed. “We’re not alone anymore.” Then he raised a foot and kicked as hard as he could. With a yelp and a crunch, the nurse went crashing back to the floor, blood! squirting from his face, and instantly, Red was crawling on top of him, laughing gleefully as he grabbed the needle and rammed it as hard as he could into the man’s thigh. Silly. sIlly Silly silly of course you come into his room with a buddy!who would protect you? from him? from the world’s evil? the EMBODIMENT of DARKNESS?!

you’ll be Punished.’ said It. red. said. to Himself. this will only cause Trouble.”

“It’s worth it,” he decided as he pressed hard on the plunger with his thumb. “I got nothin’ to do anyway.”