Tires screeched as Patton slammed his foot down on the breaks of his car, pulling up to the field he had been instructed to visit. He reached his hand into his hoodie pocket and grabbed his fresh, new murder knife, placing it on the passenger's seat next to him. He slipped off his hoodie and threw it into the backseat, revealing his white and blue striped polo shirt. He grabbed the knife again and slipped out of the car.

Raindrops splattered gently down on Patton's head as he cautiously approached the field, looking around. He gripped his knife tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he stepped around. It was dark, and the moon was his only form of light along with his car headlights that he had kept on. He kept looking, left and right, but he saw nothing for an entire five minutes.

Patton turned around multiple times before he started to face his car. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

"...Is this even the right field-"

"Hello, darling."

Patton turned harshly around and discovered he was suddenly being held at gunpoint. His surprised face slowly melted into anger, and Remy chuckled before lowering the gun, smirking.

"Hey now, don't worry, and don't give me that look. I'm not gonna shoot. Yet."

Patton glared, his grip tightening on his knife.

"I'll stay passive, for now. Just because I'm sure there's a lot of... questions, that need to be answered."

Patton huffed. "Actually, I do have a question."

"Well, someone sounds feisty~" Remy smirked, flicking his wrist in the classic gay way. Patton scoffed.

"I- shut-" he sighed. "...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why have you been doing all of this?! You've- you've made my life a living hell just by existing. I'm constantly in fear that you're going to murder my husband in cold blood. I'm just trying to protect him. You really should have stayed in jail, after all of the horrible things you did in high school."

Remy couldn't help himself- he snorted out a laugh, and Patton raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Oh, honey. That's- he hasn't told you yet, has he?"

"Told... told me what?"

"So many things."

Patton stared at him for a moment, confusion and anger filling his body. "Wha... okay, fine. Give me an example." He crossed his arms, being careful not to jab himself with the knife he was still holding. "What hasn't Logan told me yet?"

Remy chuckled. "Ooh, where to start, where to start... how about the fact that I'm not even trying to kill him?"

Patton blinked, and his arms fell to his sides.

"What?"

"Nope, he's in the clear. Honey, it's you I want dead."

...

Patton couldn't think. No... that would...

That would mean the nine people he killed were all for nothing. Sure, they could have been out for Patton, and not Logan, but killing someone for the sake of yourself and not others is... wrong.

It's selfish.

"...I don't believe you. How about- how about all those people that you sent to kill him? All nine of them?!"

Remy laughed, again. "Oh, sweetie- do you really think I would have trusted my own murder plans in the hands of someone else? Hah! No! Of course not! If I did I would have hired a hit man a long time ago!"

"I- w- wait...-"

"Yeah, that's right, Pat. You killed them all for nothing."

Patton took a step back, surprised, and almost dropping his knife again. "I- UHM, no. No. What makes you think- I'm not-"

"Shut up. I know everything about you. You stabbed all of them, except for Matt. He was poisoned."

"I- no, that's-"

"Stop denying it. I literally gave you two different people's addresses. Technically four different people's, actually, since three lived in the same house. Patton, I was the 'unknown number' texter. I have been helping you. Can I at least get acknowledgement for my goddamn work?! Maybe even a thank you?!"

...Oh. Oh god.

Patton killed all those people because they were working with Remy. But... he was technically working with Remy.

Did that mean he deserved to die, too..?

...

"...Why... why were you helping me, if you want to kill me..! I- hah! See?! I've seen past your lie! You can't help someone and then want to kill them at the same exact time!"

Patton smiled smugly, and Remy just chuckled.

"Oh, Patton, my dear, Patton... that's a long story. But I'm sure there's a lot of people who have been dying to hear this... literally. Fifteen people have been killed since the start of this series."

"What..? Who wants to hear this?"

"Uhm, no one- Wait."

Remy blinked and then began to tap his foot, rain splattering down gently onto his head. He let out a huff, adjusting his sunglasses.

"You know what? No, I'll tell you. Screw trying to protect you. I used to be so worried over you realizing the truth about this world we live in, and then I realized, oh, wait! You're not gonna realize anything, you'll be too angry to really listen to me the entire time I'm ranting because SOMEONE-" Remy started yelling at the sky, "only wants ME to be traumatized from this, and no one else. Isn't that right, AUTHOR?"

...yes, that's correct, Remy. Go on.

Remy sighed and looked back towards Patton. He adjusted his leather jacket and sunglasses, dropping his gun on the ground. Patton wanted to run forward and stab him, but something deep inside him told him to sit down and shut up, so that's what he did instead.

"Anyway... hold on tight, sweetheart. I'm probably gonna end up having a mental breakdown in the middle of this." Remy cleared his throat. Patton furrowed his eyebrows, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Alright, you really wanna know why I'm doing all of this? Why any of this is happening in the first place? What my real thoughts are? Well, I guess- just like in any good story- I should start from the beginning. And that..."

Remy took a deep breath.

"...that, is with Emile."

He chuckled after the name had left his mouth, looking down at the ground, the water from the sky hitting his neck. He smirked, crossing his arms.

"God, I haven't said his name out loud for so long... anyways, Emile was my... well, he was mine. He was my one true love- sorry, Patton. I know I may have been literally six years old when I met him, but something about him just told me that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together."

Remy smiled gently for a second, staring off into the distance, before shaking his head. "As you can clearly see, though, that did not happen. We did start to date in middle school, which doesn't sound like a real relationship, but it was to us. And it was perfect. Everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. We were so young, but we were so in love. We would have sleepovers, hold hands, kiss, and talk about how we wanted our lives to play out in the future together all of the time. We talked about adopting kids, getting married, buying a house, working in the same place- he wanted to be a therapist, and I'd be his secretary. It was all perfect. And... and then..."

Remy was silent. He stood silent for a good minute, staring at the grass on the ground. He huffed, letting out a sad chuckle.

"...And then, one day, it just all stopped. It ended. Just like that. We were walking home from school, and I was walking up to my front door. I turn around, and a car just comes and... hits him. He fell to the ground. The douche drove halfway over his body, backed up, and then immediately drove away. I ran over to him, but he was mangled, he was bloody, and he was unconscious. My entire life was thrown into complete shambles in mere seconds. I had to witness it all. I barely even got to say goodbye- I was a... a helpless, twelve-year-old boy watching the love of his life die on the spot. And that's- that's pretty traumatizing in itself, don't ya think?"

Remy laughed, but not the good kind of laugh. It sounded pained, and almost psychotic.

"That was the day I realized that I was not in control of my life. Not just because of that, though. When that happened, all I could think to do was run. So I did. I ran away from it all. I don't even know how long I ran for or how I ended up in the place that I arrived at. But... when I got there, I really realized."

He coughed. "There was a sign. A wooden, beat-up sign, that read You Have Reached the End of the Generated World. And there was an edge. I looked over the edge, and I saw the night sky staring back at me- because, yeah, it was night by then. But through staring at that sky, my mind was filled with things that I wish I could forget. Things that you wouldn't be able to understand- any of you. It's the fact that there are more people to this world than we think. That our fates are already decided for us, and they're in the hands of some... angst royality."

Patton had no idea what was going on- he really couldn't comprehend what Remy was saying, and he was still too angry at him to sympathize. He still definitely wanted to stab him. But some... force, was holding him down.

Rain continued to fall down consistently. A drizzle.

"So... with newfound knowledge that my life wasn't in my control, I tried to grasp on to any form of control I could take. I vaguely remembered the license plate of the guy that murdered my precious Emile. But instead of reporting him to the police, I... killed him. I tracked him down, and I killed him. I was still twelve. And nothing stopped me. No one stopped me. I was free to make my own decisions. And even though I almost got caught, and even though I spent hours sobbing and trying to get the blood off my shirt, when the whole process was finally over, I felt... amazing."

Remy tapped his foot on the ground as he spoke, making hand gestures, too. "So... I did it again. I heard someone at my school say something negative about Emile even after he had died, and I killed him. I kept going. I got good at it, because I was smart, and no one suspected a young teenager to know that much about murder. My entire life was a blur at that point- I barely remember anything. I don't even know what my actual body count is at this point. But the one thing I was sure of, because of that knowledge I had obtained after looking over the edge of the world, was that the story hadn't begun. Yet."

He sighed, and then he smiled.

"And that's when I met you."

Patton gulped.

"When I first saw you, something... stood out. Your glasses. Curly hair. Freckles. Pastel clothing. All traits you shared with Emile. Yes, you were much more energetic than empathetic, but you were a lot like him. I saw him in you, and convinced myself that he had come back in a new form. Re-incarnated, just for me. Maybe I was just in denial, but that didn't matter. You came to our school, and you got up there in front of the class to introduce yourself. You grinned, and everything about you was perfect. And I fell in love... instantly."

Remy grinned himself. "And I knew that the story had finally began. I thought, for sure I was the protagonist. You smiled at me every once and a while in the halls. We sat next to each other in math class and every once and a while I would help you with the equations. I had a tragic backstory- lots of protagonists had tragic backstories. But I failed to consider the point that most antagonists also have tragic backstories." He sighed. "And then... Joe died. I... I won't go into detail about that right now- you'll probably find out more about that later. But, when he died, I suddenly realized that the story wasn't about me, oh no... it was about Logan."

Remy's expression went sour. Patton wasn't sure how his husband's name had suddenly popped up, but the urge to kill inside of him was slowly growing.

"I realized through Joe's death I had some competition for you, and that competition was Logan. I had to get him out of the picture. But first came Andrew, which made me realize even more that I was going to be the bad apple of the story. After that, let's just say... I had a little run-in with melatonin. And that was the day I made Logan realize who I was, and the day I made him despise me... because not only did I see past his little trick, but that very night, I asked you out- you remember it, I'm sure. I pulled you off to the side after school, near the fountain. And I grabbed your hands, and I told you that I wanted to be your boyfriend. And you know what you did? You... kissed me. It was so perfect. It was like I was back in middle school all again, before any of this happened. I held you close, and you smiled, and said you'd love to be mine.

Patton squirmed, disgusted. Remy chuckled.

"What, can't take a little memory, darling~?"

"Remy, if you don't stop it, I will stab you." Patton growled.

"Oh, really? Then, go on. Do it."

Patton raised his eyebrows for a moment before glaring once more. He stood, holding his knife, and he charged.

Remy was completely still. But just before the knife could hit Remy's chest, Patton tripped, and stumbled, falling to the left. Remy chuckled as he fell onto his butt.

"See? You can't. Not now, not yet. That's how this world works, hon."

"Wh- That... that doesn't make any sense!"

"Exactly."

Remy chuckled.

"I'll continue now that you're seated. Where was I..? Oh, right. So we started dating. And then a couple other people... disappeared. What were their names..? Oh, Benjamin and Johnny. One of them I had direct contact with... which was nice, for a change. They were out of the picture. And then, the unthinkable happened."

Patton crossed his arms.

"A certain... someone, stole my jacket. I knew what he was going to do with it. But when I tried to run after him, he was gone. In the blink of an eye. I couldn't. The real world caught up to me, and made me realize that I'm not in control of anything, no matter how hard I try. I tried to fight with the cops after Ethan died, but they didn't believe me- of course they didn't."

Remy was silent for a few moments. "When I was in prison, my life felt... empty. I didn't have you, or Emile. Or anyone. And I realized that the book had ended. I thought that that was it, that was the end of it all. I would die in that prison, and that was that. But then, I got to thinking. I realized that no way could you come out of all of that without some trauma. And then I escaped, and the book picked up again... a sequel."

He smirked. "Now... how did I come to the conclusion that you needed to be dead instead of Logan? Well... simple. It would be easier to kill you than to kill every person who fell for you. Maybe I had just gone mad when I came to that conclusion, but I had decided, and I'm still sticking with that. Plus, at that point, I had figured something else out, too, which just made it even more obvious that you had to die instead of Logan. But... I'll get to that in a second."

Patton shuffled around uncomfortably.

"You know, I was actually very impressed when I found out you had killed Matt with some antioxidants. And then you stabbed Christopher, and Bill? When Lo- er, someone I know, was faced with that same situation of two people, he just played matchmaker and got them to date each other. But you killed them. And then came Richard, and I knew I had to pay you guys a visit. So I dropped by in the neighborhood."

Remy chuckled. "This is about to get good."

"What do you mean..?"

"Patton... I came to your house."

"What?!"

"Twice, actually. And Logan didn't tell you about it either time. The first time was when I told him that I was out to kill you instead of him. And that was just funny, because he started reaching out to people to try and track me down, but then you'd kill them before he could get anywhere. The second time I dropped by was when you were out killing the three brothers. Which, by the way, you really should be thanking me for getting you that address."

Patton glared. "I don't owe you anything."

Remy snorted. "Hah! You don't? No offense, but you really suck at the whole murder thing. I had to cut all the cameras and disable all the alarm systems if you were gonna get away with any of that. And... a kitchen knife? Out of all weapons and ways to kill someone, really? Lemme tell you, a certain person I know was way better at doing this than you are, sweetheart. He chose a different method every single time. At least he was smart."

Remy chuckled. "Back to me visiting, though. The second time I came over was when you were out killing the triplets. I found out that you had gone a week early, earlier than I had wanted you to, and I freaked out. I freaked out because I was planning for you to be dead before you could kill them- that's why I came over your house that night, to kill you. But I found out that the cameras weren't cut, and I freaked. I wanted to bring you down myself, and not have your life in the hands of the law. So, I left, but I needed a new plan to kill you. And was the day I decided I'd kill Janus, too."

Patton sniffled.

"Awwe, is little Patton sad because he has to deal with loosing a precious loved one? Get in line, hon. I realized that he was half of your sanity, and decided that, hey, maybe I could just kill him. Because if I did, surely you'd start to try and track me down yourself. And then you'd find me, and then I could kill you. But no, you never left your house for an entire week. So I sneaked you the note. And..."

Remy sighed.

"That brings us to now."

Patton blinked a few times. "None... none of that made sense."

"Good."

"Okay, but-" He furrowed his eyebrows, and sighed. "Just... you mentioned, I think, something that you'd get to later. Another reason you wanted to... kill me. What was that?"

Remy smirked.

"Well... it's simple. I think I said it before, too: I'm the antagonist. I work against the protagonist. That's just how this all works, because, ooh, look at me! I'm the little villain come to terrorize the hero's lives with my tragic backstory that has lead me to insanity! To murder! I. Am. The. Goddamn. Antagonist. And you know what that means?"

Remy smiled a very fake, strained smile.

"That means I'm gonna end up dying tonight, no matter what."

Patton blinked a few times. Well... he didn't understand that, but if it was true, that made his job a hell of a lot more easier.

"I'm gonna die, and that's that," Remy continued, "because you and your husband are the main characters. You're supposed to survive. But, let's remember something: this story is pretty fucking angsty. So, in my last hour- in my last minutes, I've chosen to grasp to any ounce of control I can possibly take for myself. And I'll die. Sure. Whatever! It's fine! But I'm taking you down with me."

Patton stood, suddenly getting the urge to. His heart began to beat, fast, and he knew what was coming.

"And that's my entire life story, summed up in 3,000 words or less. So now you know. And maybe you don't actually know everything, but now they do. Which means we're free to make some bruises and get bloody. In this very second, my dear, we are free to do whatever the hell we want."

Remy raised his gun.

"So, come on, babe... let's dance."

And Remy pulled the trigger.

Patton panicked and held up his knife in a desperate attempt to block the bullet, which somehow worked. As the two stared for a moment at the strange occurrence, the rain that had been happening for the entire time began to pour down harder. Patton noticed Remy's dazing out and took the opportunity to try and stab him.

Remy dodged the knife and shot towards Patton. He missed, but the bullet went zooming very loudly past Patton's ear. Patton ducked, but he held a hand to his ear, the gunshot and the bullet still ringing harshly in it. Remy walked forward and took advantage of Patton's shorter stance, kicking him to the ground. Patton fell back into the now-muddy grass and Remy tried to shoot him, but Patton sat up abruptly and stabbed Remy right above his foot. Remy cursed and stumbled back, also falling to the ground. Patton's eyes were wide, and his eyebrows were furrowed. He stood up, teeth clenched, and climbed on top of Remy, holding his knife above his chest. His ear began to bleed.

Remy held up his gun, and Patton dropped his knife out of surprise. It fell onto the ground right next to him.

"Get off of me, Patton. I have the better weapon here."

Patton blinked a few times and he grimaced, fear coursing through his veins. He stood up, and so did Remy. There was already blood on both of them, Remy's ankle now red and Patton's ear still bleeding. Though, those were both minor.

Patton backed up, scared, holding his hands in the air. Remy kept stepping slowly forward. Both could barely see each other in the pouring rain.

"Now, baby... are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard-"

Patton spotted his knife on the ground and in a split-second, life-or-death decision he pounched forward, trying to retrieve it. And Remy shot. The bullet collided with Patton's shoulder, and he screamed, falling to the ground- right next to his knife.

Using his un-injured shoulder he made himself grab his knife. He threw it, ahead of him. Patton couldn't see where it landed, but he heard Remy fall to the ground, too.

...But not before shooting his gun one last time.

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Ooh, look, a cliffhanger! How wonderful! Who's gonna die? Is it Remy? Is it Patton? Is it both of them? Could be neither. Could still be Logan. Hell, it could even be all three of them! Just think of the possibilities!! :D

...Sorry not sorry 'bout what I said, I'm just tryna have some fun-

See ya in the next chapter!😈