*crashes through window*

Core concept: villain Pixlriffs.

Edit: oh yeah I should probably throw some warnings on here, just in case.

Warnings: blood, death, probably other things idk

He was vaguely aware of how the red blood mixed with the red hair of the body on the ground.

However, he was currently preoccupied with the man standing in front of him, looking dispassionately at the bloody knife in his hand.

Said man was his boyfriend, Pixlriffs.

"Pix- I- what…?" is all he managed to get out.

"Oh. Hello Zloy," the man said, looking up at him.

"Everyone disappearing… was all of that you? Did you kill them too?!"

"Yes."

"....Why?"

"Because they were annoying," he said indifferently, looking down at the corpse.

"They were our friends Pix!" He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to… he didn't know what he was trying to do. He couldn't believe it. His boyfriend was a murderer. A thought occurred to him, and he opened his eyes.

"What, do you find me annoying too? Enough to kill?" He spat, disgusted.

"Yes."

Now he really couldn't believe it.

"You're not Pixlriffs are you? You're some evil… something that replaced him! Or possibly something controlling him!"

Pixlriffs chuckled.

"Zloy, you have no idea what you're talking about. Frankly, you never really knew me. I was just friends with you people so I could get rid of you. Every single one of you were stupid and annoying, especially you Zloy. Dirt is better than you because at least it doesn't talk. I never loved you, and I never will."

That was it.

That shattered Zloy's heart.

That shattered Zloy's world.

He started crying.

"I can't believe you," he choked out.

"Oh? Are you finally done talking then?" Pixlriffs asked. He then started approaching with the knife. "Then we can finally get this over with."

Zloy couldn't bring himself to care. It didn't matter. Most of his friends were dead, and his boyfriend, whom he had loved with all his heart, turned out to be a murderer who hated him.

And so, as Pixlriffs approached, he didn't even try to run or struggle.

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Oops. My baaaaaaaad.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯