I killed someone for you.

Mason stared at himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognise himself at all.

He did all of this for someone he loved, that was Pacifica, he loved her and he knew she loved him at some point too.

Blood was splattered on his face and his clothes, he wasn’t sure who he was right now. He’s never done this for someone he liked, he wasn’t this insane like Mabel was.

This was… weird.

“Who am I? I don’t even recognise myself.” He muttered to himself, his bloody hand leaving a print on the mirror glass once he rested his hand on it.

He needed to clean his room, blood was on his floor and the walls.

He wiped everything down with the use of his magic, and he threw every wipe away that was filled with blood.

He was washing his dirty blue vest, black dressy shirt, and his blue dressy pants in the washer. His amulet in the palm of his hand, and he used a wipe to clean it off from the red liquid his other pair clothes were drenched in.

”Would she still love me even if I killed someone for her?” He thought to himself, as he looked down at his now clean, shiny amulet.