Sick. This Is Acc Amazing🫶

Sick. This is acc amazing🫶

hey! any chance you could write a rosekiller microfic? maybe right after Evan dies and Barty slowly starts to go crazy without him?

Ugh the angst. TW: MCD

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Tick.

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His arm burned. He knew he should probably go.

“Let’s go, Barty,” Evan whispered to him from across the room, sitting curled up in a chair, his eyes almost sorrowful. “You have to go.”

“No,” Barty murmured, still staring at the clock.

Tick.

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Merlin. His arm really fucking hurt.

“Let’s go, love. You need to leave,” Evan said louder, his voice more insistent. He reached towards Barty, but Barty shied away.

“NO!” he yelled, desperation filling his voice.

“He’s going to-”

But Barty laughed, low and desperate. “What will he do, Ev? Hurt me? Hurt Reg? Hurt you?”

The stricken look Evan gave him made him laugh harder, tears starting to fall, now.

“That’s the thing, Evan. I’ve got nothing left.”

The realization had been with him for 259327 seconds, now. Ever since that flash of green had hit Evan square in the chest and he’d crumbled to the ground.

He had no reason to care anymore.

No reason to be careful anymore. He could do whatever he wanted. No more consequences.

So, as the vision of Evan across the room began to fade away, he cackled through his tears and stared at the ticking clock, counting the seconds since Evan’s death and planning his next move.

Tick.

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