She stared at the knife. It wasn't a big knife, only the size of a quite big butter knife. She took a deep breath, her heart rate speeding up.

They will understand she thought, They are my friends they will understand.

She took the knife from out of the drawer, unable to hide the smile beginning to form on her face. She then turned around and glanced around the dark kitchen. She looked at the clock. 12:44 PM. Perfect she thought.

She walked down the hallway slowly, wondering if she really had the guts to do it. She stopped at their door, slowly turning toward it. She placed her free hand on the knob...

And turned it.

The door creaked open, and there they were. One laying peacefully on her bed, the other having tears streamed down her closed eyes. She could tell the latter had cried herself to sleep, and glared at the former for not noticing.

She walked toward the tear streaked girl. Her eyesight was already adjusted to the darkness, since she had been up for an hour now.

She took a deep breath. Then raised the knife.

She stabbed the knife into the girls throat. The girl woke with a start, gasping in shock. "Frisk," said the killer. The dying girl turned toward her attacker, not being able to call out her name. Frisk was so confused, why was Marion doing this?

"Frisk, I'm sorry. I can't let you kill yourself and I didn't know what to do... So I came up with a better option." Marion began to stab her throat multiple times, until her spine was indeed in sight. She wedged the knife between two joints in her vertebrae, then flicked the knife upward.

Frisk gagged as her head was separated from her body. Marion was now covered with her blood, which had spurted out from the wounds. Marion slowly grinned again, proud of being dirty, of being noticeably unstable, because she was, and she needed the others to know that.

She slowly backed away, looking to see if Flare had woken up. She didn't, and Marion walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door.

She walked to the other room at the other side. She opened the door, no, rather she slammed it, making her dear friend jerk awake.

"Marion, what the fuak?" Fox sat up in bed, tying to register the image of a bloodied and smiling Marion holding a knife. Once she did, she stared, silent.

Marion walked toward her, and she jumped off the bed. Marion frowned and lunged at her before she could run past. As Fox screamed, she covered her mouth and tied her hands behind her with her own bed sheets.

"Fox, I can't wait 20 years, I will be too stressed by then, too anticipating. I am only doing this because I love you." She then plunged the knife into Fox's back, making her struggle more. Fox began to shake, wanting to be let go by her friend, but Marion only smiled, glad that she struggled. It was part of the fun.

"I understand you welcome death, so I can't let you go easy. I am going to torture you okay? Never be suicidal again."

In the next 30 minutes, Marion sang to and stabbed Fox multiple times. By the time there was a bit of stirring in the next rooms over, Fox was close to bleeding out. Marion frowned, mad at her for dying already.

(I am shaking writing this, but I'm happy)

Marion took a deep breath, deciding to finally end it for her female crush. She smiled one more time, lifting Fox's chin just enough so they can make eye contact.

She plunged the knife through Fox's right eye, being then splattered with her blood and ocular fluid. The knife was a little larger than her eye socket, so it carved into her skull with a sickening feeling on Marion's hand. She smiled a bit wider.

Fox's neck went limp as the life slowly drained from her, until she took her last breath.

Marion stood up from off of her lap and turned around. She had a call to make.

She then made her way to the living room, dropping the knife on the floor of her room, where she used to sleep with Fox.

She staggered to the phone, visibly shaking now. She was loosing herself, a danger to her friends. She had been for the last 4 months in fact. She had even killed a few small animals in the midst of her "rage", but she didn't care much for them.

She took the phone, dialing the number. Probably the first number that any child ever learned in their life.

"911 what is your emergency-"

"I killed them. I killed my friends... I killed them and I need to be sentenced to death" uttered the 26 year old.

"W-what? Is this a joke."

"Please come arrest me. I will be waiting." She then hung it up and walked toward the front door. She sat down in front of it, trying not to listen to the crying of her friends who had no idea how Fox and Frisk had died. She didn't want to hurt them too, just ignore them instead.

The police knocked on the door a few minutes later and she opened it, then smiled at them. They put handcuffs on her and lead her to the car, where she awaited her punishment.

"Bye bye Foxy, bye bye Frisky, I promise I will be with you soon."

(One night I thought of what to do to stop their suicide, then I thought of this for some reason. Is it bad I have no regrets?)