"Kill me." 

The yards of the funhouse were silent once again. Except for the noises of crickets, the distant animal howling, and the pacing heartbeats of Ray Mond - there was an eerie silence on the grounds of the Funhouse. Vinny Pistone lay on his stomach, with blood pooling from his side, dead or almost dead. Yuno Sykk seemed to have passed out in the cold arena with wounds that were left undressed. Ray Mond on the other hand couldn't take any of this 'game' anymore.

"Speak up."

Ray Mond raised her eyes. She just shot her 'father' and watched Yuno lose his consciousness. She was betrayed by the people whom she would die for, she was used as a pawn in her own game and right now, Ray Mond would rather die than live to face the harsh reality of her chosen life.

"Kill me, Chatty." She pushed the pistol he had handed her to shoot Vinny. "Pull the trigger and empty all of the bullets in me. Let's end this game."

Chatterbox could hardly be bothered by the traitor who sat in front of him. He entwined his hands, fingers playing against the other and eyes studying the CG princess who was now defeated and destroyed. It was funny how Chatterbox thought of so many ways to torture Ray Mond for her treachery, and now when she was vulnerable, Chatterbox couldn't take the pistol and kill the woman who drove him insane.

"I play fair, my love." Chatterbox simply smiled, the evil grin on his face mocked Ray Mond as he took the dice in his hand. "If you are lucky, you can still die."

Ray Mond shook her head. "Why are you doing this?" Her voice faltered, her nails piercing in her dry-patchy skin and her freezing body adding to her destructive habits. "Just end this, Chatty. Do what you want to, take me out. Kill my twin, kill me. Finish this." 

The clowns snickered, laughing at Ray Mond who was clearly losing the battle. Ray looked sideways at her brother who was in a pitiful state, and then at the gun that lay in front of her. She quickly took it and placed it against her forehead. Even with her mask on, Ray Mond looked defeated and miserable.

On cue, Chatterbox took another gun and aimed at Yuno. "If you shoot, I shoot whatever remains of your twin." 

Tears brimmed in Ray's eyes. "You are going to kill him anyway." Her hands shivered as she tried holding the heavy metal against her skin. "So might as well do it."

"If you don't play by the rules, I am going to give him a life worse than death." Chatterbox's deep voice was an indication for Ray Mond to think about her actions. "I'll kill him without killing him, every second of his pathetic life... torture him the way I wanted you to be." Chatterbox removed the safety of the gun and held the trigger. "So, proceed to pull the trigger and I'll make sure your twin suffers a fate worse than yours."

Ray Mond hesitated. She shut her eyes and held the glock against her head but couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. She really loved her brother and even though he didn't, she wouldn't do that to him. With a frustrated scream, Ray Mond kept the gun on the desk and shivered in the cold, dark night. 

"Why do you love him so much?" Chatterbox asked, lowering his gun and crossing his legs. "Your twin never cared for you, no one ever care for you. Not your parents, who abandoned you the moment you were born. Not your gang, who readily gave you up when it was convenient for them. Not your twin, either." 

Ray Mond met Chatterbox's dark gaze and blinked her tears away. She fisted her hands and held herself back even though she really wanted to jump off the cliff. The salty tears found their way down her cheeks and Ray Mond let them roll down her face. She was afraid to take her mask off, afraid to show what a mess she was. 

"You are pitiful, Ray Mond." Chatterbox shook his head, his words held no emotions, no mockery, not even an ounce of sympathy. "You had everything, and you decided to throw it all away. What a shame."

Ray Mond gulped, the lump in her throat rising. "Yeah, I know. I only wanted a family..." She shook her head with a humorless chuckle. "Looked everywhere, did everything, fought tooth and nail to get some kind of recognition, something that would make me desirable. And look where it has brought me..." Ray rolled her eyes, dismissing the decisions she took, the choices she made. "Some game... huh..." She wiped her tears and sat back with a smile. "Let's finish this fucking game then." 

Chatterbox rolled the dice. 

4 2 3 

Ray Mond didn't bother to wait for Chatterbox and put the revolver on her head, shooting it immediately but it was a blank. She chuckled, shaking her head at how funny it was, and Chatterbox could see the glint of an insane Hiccups in those fiery eyes. 

"Welp. It's my turn now." 

Ray Mond rolled the dice. There were two shots left and one of them had a bullet. She needed to roll the dice and hoped it either was lower sum than 9 or all three digits were same, so that way she gets another chance to shoot herself. 

The dice rolled and landed to a perfect score of 12. 

4 4 4 

Ray Mond smirked, "what do you say about that!" She gladly took the pistol in her hand again, even though she secured a number higher than his, she knew she was going to be shot. It was a matter of time to see who went first. "Do I get shot first, or you?" 

Chatterbox raised his hand towards her. "I deserve to take a shot at you, after all, only a King should take his Queen out." He raised his eyebrows and leaned in with an unmatchable amount of crazy. Ray handed the pistol to him and leaned closer, smiling at the madman. Chatterbox could see the smile radiated in her eyes, and the way she sat firm in her place. 

She was ready. 

The chase had to end someday.

Chatterbox raised the pistol and placed the hood on Ray Mond's forehead. He was dangerously calm, but so was she. In fact, her acceptance was strangely scaring the remainder of the observers. The smile on her face didn't seem to falter, and her eyes matched Chatterbox's gaze.   

"All right, boys." Ray announced to the rest of the clowns. She saluted them with a small smile. A hiccup followed suit. "It's been a pleasure."

"Any last wishes, first name Ray, last name Mond?" Chatterbox asked, ready to pull the trigger on the woman he once loved. "Don't count on it though."

Ray Mond reached out to hold the pistol and maintained steady eye-contact with Chatterbox when she placed the hood of the gun on her chest instead. 

"Call me Cups."

Chatterbox met her eyes, calm and ferocious. "You want me to call you Cups?"

"I want you to call me Cups before you shoot me. I want to hear you say my name, my real name before I die." Ray Mond took a deep breath and held his hand over the pistol. The moment her cold hands made contact with his, Chatterbox could hear his rising heartbeats clearly. "Let me hear the sweet name from your mouth one last time, before it's all over."  

Chatterbox stood up and leaned over her. He removed the bloodied mask over her face from the hood of the gun and took a good look at the mess in front of him. She was teary eyed, scared and even then, seemed like she wanted to die. Her smile remained intact, her eyes refusing to let go of their shared contact and her cold hands held his arms. He placed the hood of the gun back on her heart and watched Ray Mond take a deep breath. 

"Hiccups..." It was a faint whisper in the silent night, his deep voice tugging at her heartstrings and his gaze, refusing to let go of hers. Her smile twitched on her lips, a heartfelt smile - the kind that drove him insane. "Cups..." 

Ray raised her hand towards the clown, slowly reaching out to touch his face. She removed his half mask and brushed his scars with her thumb. The moment she did, Chatterbox's eyes shut in pure reflex. Her cold touch was igniting the warmth of their past and he knew the risk of having her around. She could thaw his frozen heart, mend his broken life, heal him and destroy him all in a moment. 

"I am at peace." She repeated a set of words he once did. The salient smile on her face vouched for her words. She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over his worn-out, tired and scarred face. "I am at peace, Chatty." 

Chatterbox didn't know what took over him in that moment. Was it Ray Mond's soft voice, was it her destructive touch, or was it the way her eyes captured his? Or maybe it was all of it... His strong urge to finish the distance between them fought with the urge to pull the trigger and kill her right there. 

At the end of the bargain, his lips crashed on hers, and he pushed her back on the chair with his weight. His hands reaching to grab her face, with one hand holding the gun, the other holding the back of her neck. He readily entered her mouth, his tongue re-claiming all that was his and he tilted his head, increasing the intensity of his kisses. It didn't help how readily Ray was kissing him back, with her arms wrapped around his neck and her soft moans causing the bulge in his pants to rise. She tried taking charge, she tried fighting the losing battle, but Chatterbox was quick to overpower her advances. 

And before they knew it, they were ready to fuck each other - it didn't matter who was watching them, or that they were right out in the open. They had done the deed so many times, in almost all open places of the Funhouse. It was their brand - to be insane and drive each other insane. 

Ray's hand reached out to touch Chatterbox's aching bulge, but he immediately caught her hand - a warning growl for her to back off. They didn't stop kissing or eating each other as they submerged in the old chair, her hands pinned on the armrest while he devoured her. 

"Why did you do it, Cups?" He asked, demanded as they kept making out, panting and still wanting more. His teeth sunk in the crook of her neck, sucking, biting and leaving his imprint on her body as she arched closer to feel his erection. The more she dry-humped him, the more Chatterbox couldn't wait to thrust the hardened cock inside her until she passed out with his name lingering on her lips. "Why did you throw it all away?" 

Ray Mond was hardly paying attention to what was being said. She simply wanted Chatterbox to rail her, fill her insides with his huge cock and pound her until she forgot everything about her existence. She missed him, and the way he'd take her out. Like an animal, like a madman. 

"I made a mistake." Ray whispered when Chatterbox's hands lips traced her collarbone, his one hand kneading and pressing her breasts, the other making their way downtown. "It was a mistake, Chatty..." She moaned when fingers managed to reach her throbbing vagina. He pressed her clit, and she threw her head back, "please..." 

Chatterbox couldn't hold himself back. He spread Ray Mond's legs over the armrest, stretching her out as he undid her panties and her skirt. She helped in unbuckling his belt and unzipped his pants and yearned at the sight of his size, hardened and covered in a thick slime of his pre-cum. Chatterbox quickly got to business when he lifted Ray and thrusted his cock inside her, pushing it until she screamed. He held her behind as he kept thrusting inside her, in and out with forces that she couldn't keep up with. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth half open as she took him - each of his push, each of this thrust, every inch of him - driving her to the brink of insanity. 

She was quivering soon, melting in his hold as he hammered her with his cock. She soon came all on his cock, but he hadn't, and so he kept thrusting her - taking her roughly and claiming her with each of his hard blows until Ray couldn't keep up with him anymore. She clung onto him, letting him have his way with her and he did. Every betrayal, every promise, every moment they shared, everything came down to this. She was nearing her second orgasm when he approached his first and he kissed her - drawing blood as he filled her with his semen. The taste of her blood in his mouth, and the taste of him inside her, that was all they wanted. Their bodies collapsing at the same time, shuddering and trembling as they kissed each other. 

He separated from her, falling back on his chair while she took time to catch up to her body's trembling and shaking. He zipped himself up and watched Ray shiver as she reached out to grab her clothes lying on the ground. Chatterbox placed his leg on her panties, and she complied, only wearing her skirt. They took a minute to compose themselves and Ray Mond another minute to gain some strength to stand up again. She stood against the Clown King and held the pistol he had left on her side of the chair. 

"You missed your shot." She was panting slightly, even after the mess they made, she was ready to continue the game. She tied her loose hair in a bun and looked at him with a pointed stare. "So maybe, it's my turn now." 

Chatterbox looked at her, eyes darting at her fiery gaze - especially when she raised the pistol at him. For some reason he couldn't get up, his legs felt heavy, arms stiff and his body refused to comply to him. He couldn't raise his hands either, his eyelids drooping. He looked up at her when she towered over him, a smirk on her disheveled face, evil shinning in her eyes. 

Ray Mond leaned closer to the man and brushed his lips with her thumb, a sinister smile that helped him realize what had happened. "Oh Chatty.... Chatty..." She snickered, leaning closer and whispering against his lips as he tried to gain his composure. 

"What... what...." He managed to speak, knowing he was drugged somehow. "How..."

"Do you know the Russian word for Grandma?" Ray Mond asked, tilting her head and giggling. She held his head in her cold hands, the cold metal of the gun pressed against his neck. She kissed his cheek and hushed near his ear. "It's..."

Chatterbox's vision started to blur and his body numbing, slowly losing his consciousness to a whimsical place in the dark.

"Babushka."

The lights went off on cue. Gunshots were heard. The last thing Chatterbox heard before he fell unconscious was screams of terrors, more gunshots and a hiccup. 

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a/n one more chapter! who else was surprised? not me. if you know the babushka term, you are a real one!

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