they were just like their dad when it came to loving someone, same type of jealousy; the one look at you and you’d find their decapitated head in the river the next day type jealousy, and the way they show their love to you. they could’ve easily broken you down into making you theirs without problem. but oh boy…did it go the other way around. because they ended up being wrapped around your little finger, even if you weren’t doing this intentionally. but they weren’t obsessive, just in love with you with genuine love. you guys are partners in crime, miniature versions of chucky and tiffany except glenda was the crazier one. you were also a killer due to having a dead killer grandfather, which you inherited his killer instincts. that’s what got glenda so hooked. so when they witnessed you killing for the first time, blood on your clothes, chest heaving, and that fucking smirk across your face. that was it. they wanted you.

now, you lived with glenda and their twin sibling, glen in glenda’s room. the two of you got back after another successful killing spree (thankfully, glen wasn’t home.) and had a good time. now, the two of you are cleaning yourselves up, changing clothes and wiping off the old blood on your bodies.

• “i felt like we could’ve thought of something else for that guy with the tie.” they suddenly speak while wiping the blood of their green cropped tanktop. “maybe we could’ve done a joint job and cut off his head with that wire we found in the alley, don’t you think?”