SEPARATIONE [One-Shot]

SEPARATIONE

SEPARATIONE.
a tawog fanfic based on the franken darball au by imaginationstudios8
written by johnny ether

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All the windows in the house were closed, and all the curtains and blinds were shut.

The air was thick and still – almost stifling so – and the silence was deafening and unnerving. Not a peep should escape from the walls of what would have been a tiny, unassuming bungalow in some quiet suburb in Northern California. Too many people at this point have found out; the outside world is no longer safe, lest they are still on the prowl for blood.

In their undeath, two boys had been mangled up and mashed together into some ungodly chimeric thing shoddily held together by thin sutures and stained gauze. In a way, it was a form of limbo, forced to walk the earth for the rest of their existence, seen as a threat by others on their very way of life. They saw the damage when that thing slammed a grown man into a wall and tore through his chest cavity.

For those boys, however, it was a matter of survival.

Their body had been lying on top of the covers of the bottom bunk of the bed for what could have been hours. Nobody else had been home since well before nine o'clock: their mother went to work, their younger sister went to school, and their father, who had effectively been a stay-at-home parent, had been going out doing who-knows-what. It was an attempt to return to normalcy, but also to ward off any suspicion, even if one would try to descend upon the house anyway.

They know where that thing lives.

While the two lied in wait for the inevitable, they periodically turned their head toward the direction of the window – tiny movements so slight that they barely produced any sound. They hadn't slept since the incident, but their glowing, pupil-less eyes did not show any signs of tiredness or exhaustion. Instead, it was of a deep, primal fear. There was a perpetual sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach that never subsided and would never subside at this point.

Between the overwhelming dread of being captured and executed without mercy were the still traumatizing images of the night burned into their retina: the meat cleavers, the sawn-off body parts, the very man who did this to them whom they later killed... and them, in their new, awful body, their faces divided in half between blue fur and orange fish scales.

Though they were reanimated, they themselves were dead.

Meanwhile, outside, a yellow school bus was pulling up slowly in front of the bungalow, its red stop sign extending and flashing its lights as the front doors swung open. Exiting the bus were a shorter, younger pink bunny girl, followed by a brown-haired human boy who towered over her. Once they stepped off, the bunny cautiously escorted the human up the walkway to the front porch, the former watching out for anything or anyone that may be coming their way.

"So Anais," the human murmured to the bunny, "how long do you think I should stay?"

The bunny sighed. "Well," she responded equally quietly, "obviously not too long, in case anything happens."

The human nodded with a frown. "I just feel bad that this even had to happen to them, you know?"

"It could have happened to anyone, Seth," Anais told him, "and they weren't the first ones who got experimented on, anyway."

The four-year-old dug through her dress pocket to retrieve the house keys given to her earlier in the day, but upon eyeing the front door's keyhole, she handed the keys to Seth. "Looks like I needed someone tall after all."

Reluctantly, the boy grabbed the keys from Anais and tried fumbling with them to find the right one. Almost out of pure convenience, there was one with a small piece of paper taped onto it labeled "HOUSE" in bold lettering. He inserted the key into the hole and turned it, the deadbolt sliding back through the faceplate and unlocking the door.