Shakily gripping the handle of a knife, you approach the person who's hurt you the most.

They're fast asleep, dreaming.

"Just breath, steady your hand."
Dark quietly informs you.
"Your first kill has to be perfect."

"No pressure."
You let out a nervous laugh, feeling your hands start to sweat.
"What do... what do I do?"

"Here."
He points to the stomach, then to the throat.
"Or here. Depends how you want them to die."

"I.. I don't know how... just.."
You take an unsteady breath.

"Calm down... what are you worried about?"
Dark takes the knife out of your hands and makes you face him.
"You won't get caught."

"N-No... it's.. I've never done this, and I don't know how to do this.. and, uh... and there's a lot that can go wrong.."
You ramble shortly, before Dark chuckles slightly.

"That's adorable."
He comments, making you blush slightly.
"It's simple, really. Stab them. I won't let you get caught, or let you get hurt, or let you go wrong."

"Just... stab them."
You repeat, nodding your head and looking back at the person.

"And don't let your feelings take control of you. That's where Wilford goes wrong."
Dark lightly pats your back, handing you the knife.

"Okay..."
You close your eyes and take the knife, positioning yourself so that you're facing the person.

Opening your eyes, you check back on Dark.
He nods his head, eagerly waiting for your move.

You turn back, watching their chest rise and fall.
You lift the knife.

And throw your hands down, a bit too far from the stomach.

They wake up immediately, groaning in pain. Blood already spilling onto the bed, soaking the sheets. They look up, blood spilling from their mouth. Betrayal.

Your panic rises again.

"Come on Doll... Stomach or throat."
Dark plucks the knife out of the trembling figure, forcing it into your hand.
"Or else I won't let them die. Do them a final favour."

You shake your head, staring at the glossy eyes in shock. Frozen.

"Finish the job."
Dark harshly demands, snapping you back into reality.

"I can't!"
You panic, dropping the knife and wrapping your hands around your mouth.

"You have to."
He hisses.

The person lets out a strangled cry for help, unable to control the bleeding.

"Oh, for-"
Dark frustratedly picks the knife up and effortlessly cuts their throat. Their head snaps back and even more blood manages to escape onto the previously clean sheets.
"That's how it's done."

He grabs your wrist too hard, making you let out a small whimper.

"Do it properly next time, and I won't have to hurt you."
He doesn't even glance at you.
"That was not perfect."