1. ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1


    Date: 6/1/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Taboo Author: FrankSinner 

    ... incredibly sad and defeated as she spoke. &#034I know you'll see that in time. We have all the time in the world now. To be us. Free of everyone and everything. Just like we talked about.&#034 &#034We never talked about anything like this, Carly...&#034 Freddie said through gritted teeth. &#034Remember when you got hit by that truck saving me?&#034 Carly asked, seemingly camped out behind the door now. &#034I think about it every day. Seeing the lengths that you would go for me. Having our first kiss afterward. All alone. We were so nervous about that moment that I think we always wanted deep down, and you held me and you told me then- You wanted to be together forever, just the two of us. Now it is my turn to go to those great lengths for you- we can stay here forever, and no one will ever bother us or interrupt us like your mom... or your fake mom at least. I had to kill our mom.&#034 Freddie had to shake his head on that last sentence. &#034What?&#034 &#034It's not important,&#034 she said, and he could hear her put weight against the door before clicking it again. &#034I'm pretty sure I'm going to abandon this pancake idea... maybe I'll fix some lunch instead. I hope you'll join me when you're ready.&#034 Freddie buried his head in his hands and stared at the now silent door, feeling dizzier the more thought he gave to this entire situation. He trudged over to the bed and dropped on the edge, desperate to not only escape, but to help Carly out of whatever brainwashed ...
    ... funk she was in. She killed the killer... or his mom... their mom. &#034Ugh...&#034 he said to himself, the thoughts swimming through his mind. He took another look at himself in the mirror and stared into the eyes of someone with absolutely nothing to lose. * * * Minutes later, Carly was well into putting a couple sandwiches together for lunch, bologna and cheese, which she really hoped he liked. She wasn't much of a chef, but she really wanted to learn. Freddie deserved a housewife, and someone that could cook, clean, and take care of him, and she was determined to show him that that person was her. Suddenly, just as she was getting the mayonnaise perfect on the bread, a crash erupted from upstairs. Carly dropped the bread and readied her knife, the leftover mayo still on it, to check on him. &#034You ok, sweetie,&#034 she said nervously, but there was no response. What she found however was Freddie Benson, eyes aflame and hand bleeding, holding a jagged piece of the mirror from the room, standing at the center of the stairs. &#034Freddie!&#034 she exclaimed. &#034You hurt yourself. What are you doing?!&#034 &#034Get out of my way, Carly...&#034 he said coldly. &#034You are sick, and you need-&#034 &#034I know,&#034 she said sheepishly, hanging her head down, and putting the knife back in her apron. &#034I know I'm sick and that I need help. And I can't blame you for being mad at me. And you shouldn't blame yourself either. You had no part in any of this. I mean, Mom kinda ...
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