The video above is a AMV/PMV type thing for Gravity Falls. It was the only appropriate song cut for this one-shot.

Please know the song is extremely loud and the woman does start screaming. The song is entitled "Heart Heart Head".

This one-shot was based off the above video. The video and this one-shot are rather dark and both contain apparent death. This one-shot does get extremely dark and graphic.

Thank you and enjoy the one shot. I suggest listening to the song throughout the reading of this one-shot to enhance the experience.

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What time is it?

It must be late, the moon is past it's highest point. I still can't sleep. Glancing over at the frame, the picture of us, my brows furrow. I sit up, pulling myself from my bed. I make my way to my door and push it open. I cripple under the feel of her presence before standing back up and pushing forward.

Her parents are fighting with my father. Why is she walking away? Does she know I'm here to cheer her up? She's gripping her bag tightly, and I can see her tearing at the strap. Without realizing it, I find myself in the forest. How did I get here? As I reach a clearing, I stare blankly ahead.

There. She's just... standing there. Why did she walk away? I was there for her. We just look at each other. Except her eyes are downcast and her face expressionless. My ears are wide, my expression wild, I'm sure. I feel myself grabbing her shirt and shaking her violently. She looks down still, eyes closed. I slap her across the face, and her nose bloodies. I'm screaming at her. She won't listen. Why won't she listen? I grab her roughly by her wrists and she stumbles forwards against me. She smiles weakly. What happened? Why did I do that to her? Her eyes opened. They aren't blue anymore. They have turned a frightening charcoal black.

But this was still her. That face was still hers. No, it wasn't. Yes, it was. My hands tore at my ears as I stepped back half a step. I knew what I had to do. But how could I? I screamed violently, raging tears falling down my face. When I finally looked back up, her eyes were blue. Full of life. But no! She was not back. My hands flew at her throat and I took us both down to the ground. She smirked, a laugh escaping her throat. Her face. I didn't stop squeezing. Her arms. Not when she tried to cry out, not when tears filled her eyes, escaping from the corners and coating her cheeks. Her lips. Her hands tore at mine. Her frown. That's why they were cut. The real her. 

Even when her body stills, I crush and clutch her windpipes. Her lips are blue, her skin paler than it ever was. I laugh violently, tears streaming down my face and falling on her cheeks. I'm coughing, laughing, crying. A blood-curdling scream erupts from the air, and I realize it's me when the corners of my mouth start to hurt. I smile at the bruises I can see forming under my palms and fingers. I breathe heavily when the act is completed. She's gone, and she can't hurt me. She's gone, and she's in my heart... In my heart... In my head. Now I remember. Now I know who killed my precious Marinette. She can hurt me. 

With a jolt, I burst from my bed metal bed, pulling my shackles. Now I know who killed my precious Marinette.

 And now, I must kill him.