An unsettling and violent thing I once wrote

I'm still kind of proud of it. Though maybe I shouldn't be.

A bit of backstory: Hannibal Niccals, older brother of Murdoc Niccals. High School AU. He was normally a quiet kid, illiterate and shy. Asthmatic and generally sickly. Tiny. Spooky but not generally violent. There had been some sort of plot device that I don't quite remember (this was years ago and rp is a silly thing at heart) but he became rather...well...American Psycho? I loved this kid and writing this bit of narrative has stuck with me since then. So I found it tonight to post here.

MAHS I'll miss you terribly forever.

( Pest Control or 'Hannibal Finds a Hobby' )