"We see through the little doll's eyes. We'll get you one way or another." (Auditioned Fic)
My name is Ben Greene. I'm sixteen and I guess you could say I'm a killer. Go on, gasp and tell me I'm mad and insane and evil but it's better than sitting in school learning useless shit. And no, I'm not trying to tell anyone who reads this to go out and become a murderer.
Gerard, Nate and I are talking. Seems like Gerard has found himself a new obsession. Jared Leto, no wait, that's the guy from last time... Frank Iero. THATS HIS NAME. Well, y'see, Gerard is a bit weird in the head but I guess we all are. Me, him and Nate. Nate's my boyfriend, by the way. Just in case you were wondering. So, we're sitting round, stalking Frank. Gerard's other friend, Rosie, made this little doll, and it's more of a keychain than a doll. When he has it, we see what he sees and he always has that little fucker with him.
"We should get rid of that girl first," Gee said quietly. There's a small girl next to Frank. With collarbone-length tawny hair and dark eyes. She's pretty enough, maybe his girlfriend? Nah, couldn't be, Gee confirmed Frank was gay. I don't know how long he's been plotting this, to be honest. He likes to keep secrets from us sometimes.
"Do we have to kill them? Can't we just make 'em disappear until he's really fucking worried?" And there's Nate, with a reply that'll make Gee's blood boil. He fancies murders. He gets off on them.
"Yes, we have to kill her, it'll be fun, Nate!" Gerard really loves murders. I do too, sometimes. My favorite method is to find their imperfections- what the don't like, and attack that part. Last time Gerard decided he wanted someone, I got to take care of hos best friend. He wore glasses, so I stabbed his eyes out, shoved them in his mouth, carved the word EYES into his chest then slit his throat. It was fun, hearing him squeak in pain and protest. Nate just shrugged, I don't think he likes all the blood and stuff. Poor baby, I'll make him feel better later.
"Who wants to take care of her? Ben?" Gerard knows that women are my favorites to kill. No shit, Sherlock, I don't feel attatched to them being gay and all. I can slit their throats and not feel any remorse. I'm a fucking cold-blooded killer and I'm happy with what I do. Someone please get me into a mental institution- wait, don't do that. I hate being told what to do and when to do it and I hate those places. I've been in a few before. Not nice. At all. So to anyone reading this right now, thus begins the spree, the rampage, the assassination. We see through the little doll's eyes. Nathan Lynch, Gerard Way, Ben Greene. And Rosie Lee Nikolson but she specializes in dolls and shit like that. Not saying her work is shit. Oh fuck, this journal entry isn't going as I planned. Anyway.
Watch out. Because sooner or later, we'll get you. Be careful, because the dark isn't always empty.
PS- Remind Nate to buy some garbage bags.
AUTHOR's NOTE- So, this is sort of the prologue. As you can see, the Dollmaker has been chosen, but no others as of yet. Love you guys xxx AND YES BEN AND NATE ARE IN THIS, THANK -Ever_After- for letting me use them. I love you, Haili. hugs