A/N: Please don't read if you have a lot of triggers thanks I guess idk in tired
•[Trigger Warning]•
Alfred smiled childishly, Humming a simple, quirky tune while walking to his destination. He was supposed to be meeting someone at the park; Little did they know they're in a trap. The males name was William Booker. He would be meeting with Alfred, and then heading home with him to discuss 'Business'. When he arrived at the park, a man in some casual clothes, and boots, was sitting at a bench. He had black hair, which had a few blue highlights. "Hey!" Alfred wave towards him, and sat next to him. William smiled, "Hi! So, Does this mean you accepted my offer for the news story?" His voice was deeper than Alfred's, But he wasn't at all intimidating. "Yeah, Actually. And I think I'll buy dinner too" William seemed to brighten up even more at Alfred's response. He stood, followed by Alfred, and he shuffled to get all his papers and journals together. When they where both ready, They walked to Alfred's house with a building conversation. "So, Mister Alfred,-" William was cut off by the taller male. "Why so formal? Just call me Alfie" He smirked at William, who returned a crooked smile. "Alright, Alfie, What do you do for a living?" Alfred spent no time responding, "I'm a butcher!" He wasn't completely lying, He did butcher, Just not animals. "Oh! Does that mean you own a shop?" Alfred shook his head, "No, Uh- Hm.. I'll just show you when we get there" Williams smile widened, and he continued to ask various questions on the long walk home.
When the finally got there, Alfred let William inside, before going in himself. Then, They say at a table and talked some more. The conversation went on for a few hours, and they both learned a considerable amount about each other. When 8:00 came, William said he had to go. Alfred insisted he stayed, adding that he still hasn't shown him his butchering skills. A few moments later, after considering his statement, William agreed to stay for a little longer to watch. Alfred led the man downstairs, Humming the same time as before. "What's that called?" Alfred stopped halfway down the stairs, frowning and furrowing his brows at the steps beneath him. "Cats in the cradle and a silver spoon" he responded, continuing back down the stairs. William nodded and followed a bit hesitantly after the pause. The silence after that was excruciatingly painful to William. When they got to the bottom, there was a chair, with straps. William stared, and looked over at Alfred, "What's that? That looks like a torture chair.." His words where shaky. The blonde looks over to it, as if clueless. "Oh right! That's just a Halloween decoration. I like to make it a haunted house down here during October! You can sit in it if you want, I'll get you a drink. But I do the butchering over there" he gestured to a metal counter with a cutting board, knives, and a sink. Next to it was a mini fridge, and above that a cabinet. "Oh. Alright" William glanced over at the seat, frowning and sitting on it. The leather was comfortable, and the cushion quite plush, so he leaned back comfortably. Alfred glanced back, and smirked a bit while pulling a water bottle out of the fridge. "So, How old are you?" William smiled, "I'm 16" Alfred nodded with an 'Ah' motion and grabbed some tablets. "Makes sense" he smirked, "You're short" William merely laughed. Alfred strode over to him and set the water bottle on the floor next to the chair. He crawled over William, Smirking down at him and quickly pressing their lips together. William struggled to get away, but eventually gave up due to the others strength. Alfred moved his knees over Williams wrists before pulling away and whispering "Got you~" William gave him a more than confused look, before realising the seals on his wrists have clasped shut. "Y-You're joking.. This is a joke.. Right? Right?" Alfred climbed off him, holding up a remote and smiling widely, "Nope. I got you, And now you're mine" He giggled and grabbed the leather bonds at Williams feet, Forcing the teens feet still. "This is illegal!" He shouted, before screaming a hopeless help. "No one can hear you bro, I guess you're stuck here" Alfred shrugged innocently, and shoved the remote into his back pocket. "Alright! Let's play, Hm?" He picked up the water bottle, setting it on Williams forehead. "Don't move, don't let that fall, Or I'll have to hurt you before the drugs! Alright? This is a fun game, I promise!" He smiled again, Only recieving a horrified look from William. The blonde seemed unnaturally cheery and excited about this 'Game'. He walked back to the counter, reaching to the cabinets and taking out a bottle of tablets. He walked back over to William, frowning at how the water bottle was still on his forehead. "I guess you win. For that, I will send your family a notification that you won!" He opened the bottle with a childish difficulty before tossing the lid to the side. "Alright! Say ahh or I'll just get rid of a finger now" William quickly opened his mouth, and Alfred dropped two tablets into his mouth. Right before William closed his mouth, Alfred spoke. "Make sure you don't chew that stuff 'Kay? If you do, You could die. Hold on" he set the bottle down and grabbed the water bottle, opening it and holding it to Williams mouth, pouring some in. "Swallow, And try not to snort that alright?" He smiled at his comment and dropped the water bottle onto the ground. "Now! I really don't know what it'll kick in so I'll just start now" He grabbed a scalpel out of how pocket, positioning it at Williams pinkie. "Hold still" he stuck a tongue out and knitted his brows together, as if focusing greatly. Pressing the blade against the mans finger, he hummed the tune again and Williams finger began to bleed. The male bit his lip, before Alfred started sawing it to cut it deeper. Tears gathered in Williams eyes, and he fainted. Alfred looked up at him and frowned, "Seriously dude? I just wanted to play but you had to fall asleep." He let out an exasperated groan before continuing, switching the different knives, doing different things, messing with different parts of William's body.
A few hours afterwards, William woke up. His stomach was cut open, and several of his muscles and guts where gone. His mouth dropped open. His fingers where all cut off, his blood was everywhere. He wondered how he was still alive. Upon further examination, he found drawings on his thigh, and his pants where gone, but underwear on. There was a sun, and the words 'You lose!' Next to it. 'Better luck next time!' Could be read on the opposite thigh. He tried to move, and was astonished when he could. No pain. Standing up, he walked over to Alfred, who was cleaning off some knives in his sink. Looking to the side of him, he saw eyes in a jar of water. When he tried to speak, Nothing came out. He placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, which slipped through him. A wave a shock went through him, and he looked back at the jar. The eyes looked unnaturally similar to his. Turning around hesitantly, his mouth dropped and eyes widened at the sight. To get a closer look, he walked closer. He was staring at his own corpse; This is what has become of William Booker. His eyes, Both of ten, Where missing. His neck was slit, his fingers where cut clean off. The mans body showed knife drawings and doodles in blood. A pair of glasses was set on his face, Like he had the eyes to see. The corners of his mouth where stuck upwards in a smile. His stomach, and chest, where both completely cut open, with organs missing and cut into or misplaced, like he pulled out the parts and moved them to different places in him. With his view gliding down what was him, he saw that his knees had band aids drawn into his flesh. As if those could fix this boo boo. His toes seemed to be cut off, and sewn into irregular patterns on his foot. On one foot, they shaped a star. On the other, a smile face, complete with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. It was a horrifying sight, to see himself so deformed, and to know he was dead. Never would William had thought that when Alfred said he was a butcher, that he meant it this way. Alfred in the background could be heard singing the song he has been singing the whole time again. "Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little boy blue and the man on the moon~" He sung.
Alfred turned and looked at the deforms body, like an artist admiring his artwork. "You where kinda cute. Too bad I had to do something with those pills" He shrugged and walked away. After this, he would send a letter and picture of William to his family, Typing the letter to say "He lost :("
