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Dan's Confession.

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"Don't you get it?!" Vincent asked, shaking the weird, red 'mask' in his face. "It doesn't make any sense! There's no way he could have gotten into the pizzeria, let alone stolen Foxy's mask."

"Look, I don't even know who Foxy is, man," Dan frowned.

"An animatronic pirate fox, the spirit of a murdered child," Vincent explained impatiently.

"Wait, what? I don't know what it is, a machine or a ghost?"

Vincent made an exasperated sigh, "Forget it, kid. The only person who would understand is Scott."

"Then you should tell him!" Dan said.

Vincent shook his head and Dan rolled his eyes. "Look, you've been pouring over that mask for 24 hours, but it's midnight. I'm going to sleep."

"You're right..." Vincent sighed and stood up, picking up the mask. "Scott's already asleep..." He smiled at the thought of cuddling up with him again, something he'd become rather fond of - Scott mumbled a lot of thing in his sleep, most of them things about Vincent that he was sure he was never meant to hear, though he also enjoyed just feeling his breathing and heartbeat as he slept.

"Yeah, well, night," Dan walked off and up the stairs, pausing when he decided to visit the bathroom before sleeping.

He walked into the bathroom, surprised to see Chris there, leaning over the sink.

"Chris...?" Dan frowned slightly - Chris looked like he'd just thrown up.

"You know what my father said to me?" Chris asked quietly, and continued without waiting for an answer. "I thought he might have told me he didn't mean it, that he didn't mind me being different, that he had felt guilty for discriminating against me." Chris laughed dryly. "He told me that I would inherit nothing from him, that he would rather be murdered instead of live on and watch his sinful son carry on the family name. He said he'd rather the murderer get me next and end the Xylander line, so at least people didn't say 'Xylander' and think of homos and fags."

Dan didn't know what to say, but had a feeling that Chris wasn't finished talking yet, so stayed silent.

"You know what the worst part is about it all? He's right. I don't want to be the last living Xylander. I don't want to wait in this house for a murderer to close in and kill me. I don't want to live to everybody else's standards. They didn't want me to be gay, well, I am. They don't won't me to be the last living representative of our family, well, I am. They want the murderer to kill me, well, I refuse. I'll do it my own way."

Dan's eyes widened, "Chris... You're not going to..."

"It's okay, Daniel..." Chris reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bottle labelled 'RAT POISON'. "You don't have to stop me. I'm only going to die, anyway, but I'd rather die at my hands than on my knees."

"Are you crazy?!" Dan yelled, and leapt for the bottle, but Chris was much taller than Dan, and simply lifted it out of his reach.

"You don't know what you're doing, Daniel," Chris said. "They're just waiting around like vultures for me to die, and to pick on the remains. My own family hates me. My own father preferred to die than see me bring disgrace to the family with my presence. Nobody cares about me."

"That's not true!" Dan exclaimed. "Vincent's been tracking down your murderer since the murders began, Scott's been cooking you meals every meal time even though you refuse to eat, and I've always been here for you, Chris... I care about you."

"Vincent and Scott have been too busy wrapped up in each other to care, Daniel, and you? You're probably a fake friend, like the rest of them. Only after the money."

"Chris, I don't care about the money-"

"That's what they all say. 'We don't care about the money'. But when the time comes, it always boils down to greed."

"Chris, you're not listening! It wouldn't matter to me if you were poor, or rich, or anywhere in between! I care about you!"

"Shut up, Daniel!" Chris snapped. "I'll leave the money to you, alright? Just... Let me go!"

"Don't you get it?!" Daniel practically screamed. "I don't want the money! I want you! It wouldn't matter to me if you were homeless on the streets because... Because I love you, Chris! I freaking love you, and I always have. I don't want to lose you."

Chris seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in almost instantly. He stared at Dan for a while, mouth slightly open, dumbstruck.

Dan refused to look Chris in the eyes, instead talking to the floor. "Don't ever think that nobody cares about you, Chris... You would hurt more people than you know if you just gave up."

There was silence for a long time, neither of them spoke, and then Chris put down the bottle. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Dan didn't answer him, and Chris sighed. "Thank you. Once again, you've saved my life." He walked out of the bathroom.

Dan stayed there for a while longer, then picked up the bottle of rat poison and unscrewed it, pouring it down the sink. "I never really minded rats, anyway..."




((I tried to put Friend, Please into this but it isn't working. Listen to it, it suits this chapter! Otherwise, I'll try to put it in tomorrow.))

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