Prompt: Source Memories.. yippee..!
Fandom: Venturiantale
Characters: Jimmy Casket, Johnny Toast, Gavin Toast [mentioned]
Date Published: 03/03/2023
TW: Abuse, yelling, minor self harm, manipulation

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"Come one- hit me! Come- C'mon, you know you want to~!!" A manic laugh slipped from chapped, bitten lips, red eyes wide with desperation.

"Come on, Toaster, you've gotta know! You know you wanna hit me, punch me, come on, stab me! Hurt me!" The desperation seeps into his voice at the end, cracking into a short wheeze. The other man just stares at him, expression holding something akin to pity.

"Casket, I'm not-"

"Hit me! Come one, come on, you- you have to! You gotta, Toast, you just gotta." His laughter turns into an angry snarl, fists clenching until he feels bitten down nails pierce his palms. Feels drops of blood well out of the tiny wounds. He feels a similar wetness gathering in his eyes, shit, shit-

Toast stares at him, frowning, anger visible in the seam of his mouth, yet he does nothing. He simply stands there, watching, and Jimmy hates it. He barks out a furious laugh, one hand scrubbing harshly at his face.

"Hit me, hit me, do something, do anything, just stop STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!" He hisses, and another laugh bubbles up out of his aching chest.

"Hit me, hit me, he would, but he- hit me, hit me, please, I can't- Hit, me, Gavin, please," He trails off into a whisper as tears finally begin to fall, even despite his furious scrubbing at his eyes. Toast stiffens.

"Johnny." He snaps, body tense with a well hidden rage. "My name is Johnathan. Not Gavin, you-"

He stops.

Horror passes over his face as he stares at Jimmy.

"He hits you?"

Jimmy sniffles, rubbing his face with a worn grey hoodie sleeve.

"Only sometimes. When 'm being a b-i-t-c-h, or causing trouble." He mumbles, free arm wrapping around his stomach. Toast's gaze softens with something like pity.

"He shouldn't be hurting you, Jimmy." Jimmy flinches away at his words, mumbling something nasty as he glares at the other.

"What do you know?! I deserve it anyways, and it's fine, he loves me, and I love him. Every couple fights. It's not like I haven't tried to kill him too!"

Toast stays quiet, staring at the demon possessing his boyfriend's body, and suddenly everything makes sense.

He turns away with a sigh.

"Johnny." Jimmy pleads quietly, slowly sinking to the floor. "Hit me."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Why not? You hate me. You want to, I can see it."

"..."

The question goes unanswered as the other returns to the kitchen. A choked sob escapes my throat.

"Please." I whisper, threading a hand in my hair and tugging. "Please."

Nothing comes.