As I watch Star on my couch, I am worried that he will hate me. Hate me for everything that is wrong with me. I sit on the other end of the couch. I watch him closely. He is sitting cross legged fidgeting with his hands. He seems… a little less overwhelmed than before.
"Demon?" Star whispers. I move closer to Star, making sure to keep my distance.
"Mm?" I ask. Stay hugs me suddenly. I wrap my arms around him carefully, holding him tight.
"I don't care!" he blurts out.
"What?" I ask, startled. We let go of the hug. Star clutches my thigh, I flinch… but decide not to move his hand away.
"That you murder people. I've decided I don't see you as a bad person," Star declares. I'm confused.
"Even if it's a bad thing? Even if I kidnapped you?" I ask gently.
"Yeah, you probably have your reasons," Star answers. I feel more relaxed.
"Ah… okay," I say softly. Star reaches up and kisses my cheek. I let him do it, I don't move away. Not wanting to overwhelm him again, I don't react by doing anything to him back. He moves back. I smile gently. He smiles back. "Hungry?" I ask.
"…Yes," Star nods. I have to be careful… he probably still deems me as a stranger.
"We did have ice cream for breakfast," I laugh. It's lunch time. I leave to make us something. I come back with two sandwiches. Placing the plates on the coffee table.
"What are you going to do about the DDG?" Star asks. I shake my head.
"They are not a problem," I say.
"What do you mean?" asks Star, "and what if the police are after you?" I laugh.
"Nah, no one can get me. Even if they do, I don't care what happens to me," I say honestly.
"Okay…" whispers Star. Star tilts his head. "Are you that crazy?" he asks. I nod.
"Probably," I smirk. I remember all the sick twisted things I have done and smile gently. I won't admit how bad things are and how bad I am mentally.
"What?" asks Star seeing my smile. My smile fades instantly. I don't want Star to see how bad things are… but I think he already knows.
"Uh nothing…" I reply. Star shakes his head.
"I know it's not nothing, but I wont question you about it," he whispers.
"Thanks…?" I reply. We start to eat our lunch, Star seems happy…ish. Right now, anyway. I thought too soon, we hear a loud bang and Stars happiness fades instantly.
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I dive into Demons arms, panic spreading through me.
"Demon!?" I whisper loudly. Demon holds me close. I pull back still not trusting Demon fully.
"Shh it's probably nothing," he reassures me. The noise came from near the front of the apartment, in the hallway outside. Demon picks me up effortlessly and takes me towards the stairs that lead down to his torture room, the checkered room I woke up in when he kidnapped me.
"Put me down," I insist. He unlocks the door, steps inside and then he closes the door behind him, making sure its locked. He sets me down at the top of the stairs.
"What are we doing, Demon?" I ask. Demon starts to walk down the stairs, the graffiti has vanished from the walls. I follow him. He doesn't answer my question. We get to the bottom, and he unlocks another door, stepping inside, he closes it and locks it again. Back in the checkered room I shiver.
"Safer here," Demon insists. I shake my head.
"Is there even another exit?" I ask worried. Demon doesn't answer again. I take his arm. "Demon," I whisper. Demon takes my hand.
"Safe, promise," he says. I nod, not convinced.