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CAUTION: Before you read, I need you to read 's Eventually. You will understand this one-shot much better if you did.
I asked full permission if I can use her story as a background for this one-shot. This is my view on what happens after the story ends.
If you already read Eventually; great! If not then I highly suggest you read it before you read this.
Oh, and please give Miss Persephon-e a watch or favorite her stories if you haven't yet. c: Her work is great.

This may be very sensitive to a lot of people. I highly advise you not to read this if you are sensitive to these types of fics.

Empty (E/C) orbs glared at the two children sleeping in the bed. A four year old girl named Nadine, who was an exact copy of Bertholdt in every way possible - minus his insanity. She curled up in a fetal position and gripped her torn stuffed animal in one arm, while her other arm was straight and holding the hand of a six year old boy named Simon. Like Nadine, he was an exact copy of Bertholdt except his madness. He gripped Nadine's small hand in his own. Soft snores could be heard from his nasally nose and open mouth.

You leaned down and pressed a small kiss on Nadine's cheek, and then Simon's cheek. "I'm sorry..." you whispered. A lone tear fell down your cheek as your lower lip trembled. "I'm so sorry..."

♪ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʀ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ , ɪ ɴ ᴀ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ᴠ ᴇ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ . ♪

There you sat on the same bed you and Bertholdt shared. Your shaking hands were on your lap, fingers intertwining with each other and pulling, cracking, bending nervously. Your wide orbs stared at the wall in front of you in a blank state, waiting for him to come...

How long has it been? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? You didn't even dare to glance at the grandfather clock that stood in the corner of the room.

'I just can't do this anymore,' you thought. 'I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.'

Strong hands gripped your shoulders and it made you jump. Bertholdt almost gave a chuckle, and he leaned to kiss the shell of your ear from behind. "Are you okay?"

You nodded numbly and didn't respond as he continued to kiss down the back of your neck. Long digits slowly slid the nightgown off your shoulders, and his lips trailed sickening kisses down your shoulder blade...

♪ ғ ᴇ ᴡ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɢ ᴏ ,
ᴅ ᴏ ɴ ' ᴛ ʟ ᴇ ᴛ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴅ ʟ ᴇ ғ ᴀ ʟ ʟ . . . ♪

You felt nauseous after. His strong arms wrapped obsessively around your tiny and frail form, and his nude body pressed against your bruised one. His nose pressed against the crook of your neck and the his breathing sent foul shivers down your spine. 'What was I thinking before... When I actually liked this...?'

"I wonder if it'll be a boy or girl..." Bertholdt murmured near your ear when he rubbed his hand on your stomach. You flinched and stiffened at his words. Hoping he wouldn't notice, you only nodded. "(Y/N), you haven't been talking to me," his words were terrifying, and it made you gulp audibly. His hand reached for the bottom of your chin and he pinched his fingers on your cheeks. Bertholdt forced you to look at him. "Do you remember the last time when you didn't speak?"

You didn't respond. Your empty (E/C) eyes glared at his hard, emerald ones. He sighed and made his grip tighter on your face. "What's gotten into you, (Y/N)?"

No response.

Bertholdt's patience was growing weary, and he released his hand only to slap you across your cheek.

♪ s ᴏ ʙ ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ ,
ʙ ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ . . . ♪

"I don't want to do this anymore, Bertholdt!"

His hand stopped in midair at your words as he was about to slap you once more. His angry face fell and his mouth opened. Suddenly, he let out a laugh. "Oh, don't be silly, (Y/N)!" he chuckled. "I never heard you made a joke before! This is quite a change."

You kept quiet, then continued. "It's not a joke."

Bertholdt's laughter halted abruptly, and his smile fell into a frown. "You're not going anywhere, (Y/N)," his eyes narrowed. His hands wrapped around the base of your neck. "You know that, right...?"

Your heart pounded rapidly as you knew what was coming. You didn't retort except stare at his frightening form. He began to breath heavily, his fingers twitching at the touch of your soft neck. He gripped around it, but not too tight to make you choke... yet.

"I don't want to do this," he chuckled and leaned down to your ear. "But this is your punishment..."

"Do it."

♪ . . . s ᴜ ᴅ ᴅ ᴇ ɴ ʟ ʏ ɪ ' ᴍ ʜ ɪ ᴛ !
ɪ s ᴛ ʜ ɪ s ᴅ ᴀ ʀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ ? ♪

You didn't remember when, but you were now up against the wall with a slam. His fingers slowly tightened around your neck and you began to let out choking noises.

"Are you going to apologize?" he whispered. "Are you going to apologize, (Y/N)?!" He slammed your head against the wall and made your vision grow blurry.

"N..." you croaked. "No..."

He released your neck and you slid down to the floor. You coughed and wheezed, and your fingers reached to your neck and traced the bruises he left. Bertholdt knelt down and took a chunk of your hair, slowly lifting you up. You let out a yelp when he shoved your head against the wall. He glanced over and reached for the knife that sat on top of the drawer. The tip pressed against the back of your neck.

"Who will protect you? Who will love you? Where would you go?" he dragged the blade down, and blood seeped down agonizingly slow. You yelled, but Bertholdt clamped his hand over your mouth to silence your cries. "Only I can keep you safe, (Y/N). I did EVERYTHING for you! What do you repay me with?" he dug the blade deeper in your back. Tears were steaming down your face by now, and your hands were banging against the wall. "Hatred!"

♪ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ғ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s ᴀ ʀ ᴇ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ,
ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ғ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s ᴡ ᴏ ɴ ' ᴛ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ . ♪

He unsheathed the blade from your back and you fell to the ground with a broken sob. Blood dripped down the carpet, and tears stained your cheeks.

"Mommy!" you gasped at the muffled voice crying. "Mommy, daddy's yelling again!"

"N-Nadine!" you gasped and reached for the door, but Bertholdt gripped your wrist and pinned it against the floor.

"Where are you going?" he leaned in dangerously close. "Didn't you say you didn't want to do this anymore?"

You struggled at his grip, and one of his hands wrapped around your neck once more and squeezed it. Bertholdt is letting his anger take control once again, and you knew that it wouldn't end well. You tried your best to catch your breath, but he was slowly cutting your air supply off. Your hands reached for his own and tried to push them off, but he shoved you back down on the ground.

Your vision grew hazy. All you could see were blurry tufts of dark brown hair, and piercing emerald eyes. You laid your head back and give out one last, sputtering cough, and everything goes black.

♪ s ᴏ s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ғ ɪ ᴛ . . . ♪

"(Y/N)...?" Bertholdt's hands slip from your neck and he stared at your corpse in disbelief. He took your shoulders and shook them. "(Y/N)?" he shook them harder. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), this isn't funny!" he let out a breathy laugh, but his smile fell when you were not responding. "Wake... Wake up!" he slapped your cheek, and not an expression was made. A cracked sob left his mouth. "F-Fuck..." he balled his hands and pressed them against his forehead. "Shit... Shit, what have I done?!" he cried more and ran his fingers through his own hair, and he began to pant.

"Mommy! Where are you?"

He gasped at the sound. "What... What am I going to tell them?" he looked down at your bloody and mangled body, and he began to gag. When he stopped, he began to sob harder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

♪ s ᴏ s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ғ ɪ ᴛ . . . ♪

Bonus:

The sound of forks clattering against the plates filled the dining room hauntingly. Nadine and Simon continued to look down at their plates filled with sausages and eggs. Bertholdt was staring at the two children with a smile.

Simon was the first to get up. "I'm finished."

Nadine took one last bite and took Simon's hand, beginning to walk off.

"Kids?" Simon and Nadine reluctantly turned around to view their father. "What are you forgetting?"

They gulp and slowly trudge toward their father, kissing him on both of his cheeks. "Thank you, daddy."

Turning around once more, Bertholdt cleared his throat. "And...?"

Nadine's lip quivered and Simon's complexion paled. Both children walk up to the body sitting upright on the chair.

Their mother.

"Thank you, mommy..." whispered Nadine as she reluctantly pressed a kiss on your pale and bruised cheek. Simon was shaking by now, and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek as well.

"Thank you, mom."

Description
CAUTION: Before you read, I need you to read 's Eventually. You will understand this one-shot much better if you did.
I asked full permission if I can use her story as a background for this one-shot. This is my view on what happens after the story ends.
If you already read Eventually; great! If not then I highly suggest you read it before you read this.
Oh, and please give Miss Persephon-e a watch or favorite her stories if you haven't yet. c: Her work is great.

This may be very sensitive to a lot of people. I highly advise you not to read this if you are sensitive to these types of fics.

Empty (E/C) orbs glared at the two children sleeping in the bed. A four year old girl named Nadine, who was an exact copy of Bertholdt in every way possible - minus his insanity. She curled up in a fetal position and gripped her torn stuffed animal in one arm, while her other arm was straight and holding the hand of a six year old boy named Simon. Like Nadine, he was an exact copy of Bertholdt except his madness. He gripped Nadine's small hand in his own. Soft snores could be heard from his nasally nose and open mouth.

You leaned down and pressed a small kiss on Nadine's cheek, and then Simon's cheek. "I'm sorry..." you whispered. A lone tear fell down your cheek as your lower lip trembled. "I'm so sorry..."

♪ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʀ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ , ɪ ɴ ᴀ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ᴠ ᴇ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ . ♪

There you sat on the same bed you and Bertholdt shared. Your shaking hands were on your lap, fingers intertwining with each other and pulling, cracking, bending nervously. Your wide orbs stared at the wall in front of you in a blank state, waiting for him to come...

How long has it been? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? You didn't even dare to glance at the grandfather clock that stood in the corner of the room.

'I just can't do this anymore,' you thought. 'I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.'

Strong hands gripped your shoulders and it made you jump. Bertholdt almost gave a chuckle, and he leaned to kiss the shell of your ear from behind. "Are you okay?"

You nodded numbly and didn't respond as he continued to kiss down the back of your neck. Long digits slowly slid the nightgown off your shoulders, and his lips trailed sickening kisses down your shoulder blade...

♪ ғ ᴇ ᴡ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ s ᴛ ᴏ ɢ ᴏ ,
ᴅ ᴏ ɴ ' ᴛ ʟ ᴇ ᴛ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴅ ʟ ᴇ ғ ᴀ ʟ ʟ . . . ♪

You felt nauseous after. His strong arms wrapped obsessively around your tiny and frail form, and his nude body pressed against your bruised one. His nose pressed against the crook of your neck and the his breathing sent foul shivers down your spine. 'What was I thinking before... When I actually liked this...?'

"I wonder if it'll be a boy or girl..." Bertholdt murmured near your ear when he rubbed his hand on your stomach. You flinched and stiffened at his words. Hoping he wouldn't notice, you only nodded. "(Y/N), you haven't been talking to me," his words were terrifying, and it made you gulp audibly. His hand reached for the bottom of your chin and he pinched his fingers on your cheeks. Bertholdt forced you to look at him. "Do you remember the last time when you didn't speak?"

You didn't respond. Your empty (E/C) eyes glared at his hard, emerald ones. He sighed and made his grip tighter on your face. "What's gotten into you, (Y/N)?"

No response.

Bertholdt's patience was growing weary, and he released his hand only to slap you across your cheek.

♪ s ᴏ ʙ ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ ,
ʙ ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴅ . . . ♪

"I don't want to do this anymore, Bertholdt!"

His hand stopped in midair at your words as he was about to slap you once more. His angry face fell and his mouth opened. Suddenly, he let out a laugh. "Oh, don't be silly, (Y/N)!" he chuckled. "I never heard you made a joke before! This is quite a change."

You kept quiet, then continued. "It's not a joke."

Bertholdt's laughter halted abruptly, and his smile fell into a frown. "You're not going anywhere, (Y/N)," his eyes narrowed. His hands wrapped around the base of your neck. "You know that, right...?"

Your heart pounded rapidly as you knew what was coming. You didn't retort except stare at his frightening form. He began to breath heavily, his fingers twitching at the touch of your soft neck. He gripped around it, but not too tight to make you choke... yet.

"I don't want to do this," he chuckled and leaned down to your ear. "But this is your punishment..."

"Do it."

♪ . . . s ᴜ ᴅ ᴅ ᴇ ɴ ʟ ʏ ɪ ' ᴍ ʜ ɪ ᴛ !
ɪ s ᴛ ʜ ɪ s ᴅ ᴀ ʀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ᴀ ᴡ ɴ ? ♪

You didn't remember when, but you were now up against the wall with a slam. His fingers slowly tightened around your neck and you began to let out choking noises.

"Are you going to apologize?" he whispered. "Are you going to apologize, (Y/N)?!" He slammed your head against the wall and made your vision grow blurry.

"N..." you croaked. "No..."

He released your neck and you slid down to the floor. You coughed and wheezed, and your fingers reached to your neck and traced the bruises he left. Bertholdt knelt down and took a chunk of your hair, slowly lifting you up. You let out a yelp when he shoved your head against the wall. He glanced over and reached for the knife that sat on top of the drawer. The tip pressed against the back of your neck.

"Who will protect you? Who will love you? Where would you go?" he dragged the blade down, and blood seeped down agonizingly slow. You yelled, but Bertholdt clamped his hand over your mouth to silence your cries. "Only I can keep you safe, (Y/N). I did EVERYTHING for you! What do you repay me with?" he dug the blade deeper in your back. Tears were steaming down your face by now, and your hands were banging against the wall. "Hatred!"

♪ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ғ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s ᴀ ʀ ᴇ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ,
ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ғ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ s ᴡ ᴏ ɴ ' ᴛ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ . ♪

He unsheathed the blade from your back and you fell to the ground with a broken sob. Blood dripped down the carpet, and tears stained your cheeks.

"Mommy!" you gasped at the muffled voice crying. "Mommy, daddy's yelling again!"

"N-Nadine!" you gasped and reached for the door, but Bertholdt gripped your wrist and pinned it against the floor.

"Where are you going?" he leaned in dangerously close. "Didn't you say you didn't want to do this anymore?"

You struggled at his grip, and one of his hands wrapped around your neck once more and squeezed it. Bertholdt is letting his anger take control once again, and you knew that it wouldn't end well. You tried your best to catch your breath, but he was slowly cutting your air supply off. Your hands reached for his own and tried to push them off, but he shoved you back down on the ground.

Your vision grew hazy. All you could see were blurry tufts of dark brown hair, and piercing emerald eyes. You laid your head back and give out one last, sputtering cough, and everything goes black.

♪ s ᴏ s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ғ ɪ ᴛ . . . ♪

"(Y/N)...?" Bertholdt's hands slip from your neck and he stared at your corpse in disbelief. He took your shoulders and shook them. "(Y/N)?" he shook them harder. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), this isn't funny!" he let out a breathy laugh, but his smile fell when you were not responding. "Wake... Wake up!" he slapped your cheek, and not an expression was made. A cracked sob left his mouth. "F-Fuck..." he balled his hands and pressed them against his forehead. "Shit... Shit, what have I done?!" he cried more and ran his fingers through his own hair, and he began to pant.

"Mommy! Where are you?"

He gasped at the sound. "What... What am I going to tell them?" he looked down at your bloody and mangled body, and he began to gag. When he stopped, he began to sob harder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

♪ s ᴏ s ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ᴍ ᴇ ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ғ ɪ ᴛ . . . ♪

Bonus:

The sound of forks clattering against the plates filled the dining room hauntingly. Nadine and Simon continued to look down at their plates filled with sausages and eggs. Bertholdt was staring at the two children with a smile.

Simon was the first to get up. "I'm finished."

Nadine took one last bite and took Simon's hand, beginning to walk off.

"Kids?" Simon and Nadine reluctantly turned around to view their father. "What are you forgetting?"

They gulp and slowly trudge toward their father, kissing him on both of his cheeks. "Thank you, daddy."

Turning around once more, Bertholdt cleared his throat. "And...?"

Nadine's lip quivered and Simon's complexion paled. Both children walk up to the body sitting upright on the chair.

Their mother.

"Thank you, mommy..." whispered Nadine as she reluctantly pressed a kiss on your pale and bruised cheek. Simon was shaking by now, and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek as well.

"Thank you, mom."