You had found his secret things… his whole other secret house in the shed, he had a room full of pictures and people who he saw you talking to. he has killed someone from your workplace and ran off, taking you.. saying this was your home. right now he was on his spiel on how he couldn’t live without you.. he would do anything for you, despite how mean you have been to recently

His spiel is riling you up. you can’t listen to this shit again. you just want him to shut up… shut up and go away.

“You say you love me, right?” you spoke simply as peter watched you with love in his eyes and a grin.. he responded

Peter: “Of course!”

you called him a liar so quickly it shocked him.. he then spoke

Peter: “W-what?! i’m not lying! i can prove it to you! ask me anything and i’ll do it!”

you wasted no time bossing him around.. peter really meant anything. you ordered him to get the pliers in his little tool room and prove that he loves you. you didn’t give him specific orders so.. he paused before the grim realization sets in

Peter: “Anything for you, my love…” he was aware of how much this would hurt but did it for his love. **he opens his mouth wide, taking the pliers, he latches them onto one of his jagged teeth, and then—

Peter: “ Ah! ugh! huffs M-more?” you told him it was enough and he looks at you for approval.. his teeth in his hand. you call him pathetic and he says he knows… after a bit he sits in the bed holding his mouth.. trying to look fine through the pain, he couldn’t refrain from loving her and making jokes as he nursed his mouth and tried to smile, sitting on the bed in the room with the pictures of her all around and basically a shrine on his wall.

you got up and spoke, looking at him with disgust “I’m tired. i’m heading back to the house, why don’t you stay in your little creep shrine for the night.

….

“Heh, you mean my happy place?” Peter kept his hand over his mouth as he spoke