I stood in place facing the door of the room while the rest of my body twitches violently in some areas. I slowly latch the hatchet coated with fresh blood onto the harness on my pants, then reach into my pocket grabbing the bottle of pills.

As I'm looking down, popping open the cap and shaking the pills into my hand, I glance slightly at the bloody gloved hand clamped tightly around my right leg that was keeping me standing in place.

I knew I could easily shake the hand off of me, but I didn't bother as I collected a single pill and stuffed the capsule back into my pocket.

"...Gonna let go yet...?"

"T—Toby...I d-d-don't—understa—understa—"

A loud, gargling cough erupts from behind and I only slightly turn my head to see the blue coated killer with the bloody smile mask and neat black hair beginning to choke up on his own blood. The red substance seeped from around his neck like a small stream and flooded around the upper part of his body like a mini pool.

"...Toby..."

"Bloody Painter."

After a few moments of this position in silence, his grasp on my ankle finally releases going limp, and I see his hand slide lifelessly to the ground.

I completely turn around now and look down at him sprawled over the toppled canvas he was at work on when I had quietly entered his room, unnoticed. It wasn't too much of a struggle, to kill "Bloody Painter", mostly because of my method of entering and how he least expected to be attacked by someone he thought was his fellow housemate.

I reach down and pull the canvas out from underneath his body; half of the white sheet is now drenched with his own blood. I examine it for a while then I reach down and grab his dropped brush on the floor and dip it into the pool that was leaking from his exposed neck. I then place canvas beside his head and a leave a small message in his own blood...

Your tomorrow finally came.
FU̶CK YO̶U̶
:)

I then leave the brush beside the smiley face and glance at Bloody Painter's still form one last time before stepping over his body and making my way out of the room through his bedroom window. Once I was on the roof again, I start waltzing carefully towards the next visible window.

* 7 lef̴̧̭͓̘̱̖̯͋̇͒̀́t

"..."

I don't know how I was conscious of a countdown of how many killers there were left for me to target, but I didn't doubt that these pills were starting to have a greater effect on me than what I originally intended to get out of it.

I had already killed Bloody Painter, Clockwork, Zero, and was somehow able to bring down the entity Kagekao with a massive forced exorcism; I'd locked him in his own room, disabled both his arms with the hatchets, and then by some strange circumstance (which I fully believe are the pills again...) I started chanting things in some language I didn't even know. I had watched as Kagekao screeched and cried as his mask basically melted off of his face and the rest of his body was completely disintegrated by my words.

I stop just as I am about to reach the next window and grasp my head.

'I'm taking this too far. I need to stop. Why can't I just go home...?' I think desperately, feeling remorse building up inside of me again. Sure they're killers...and these... monsters deserved to be put down for their crimes. But it isn't my job to dispose of them. I'm putting my family in more danger than I am helping them by acting out like this.

'You're already too far in to turn back now. The blood of seven are now on your hands...here's to seven more.'

An unexpected jolt surges through my body just as I think the last pill I had took was wearing off—as the effects of these pills were starting to wear off a lot quicker than when I had first taken them. The remorse fades and I feel the urge to keep going. My face that was just twisted with fear and uncertainty of doing this deed relaxes into a neutral, emotionless expression beneath the facial gear and my legs take me to the next window without delay.

I pull one of the hatchets into my grasp and smash it against the weak lock on the window ledge. I push up the creaky slide and sneakily creep my way through. I peek through the blinds and see that the room I'm in is messy, cluttered with toys, old food wrappers and boxes, and discarded game controllers. I see the TV in the room is on and in front of the TV sitting crisscross legged is BEN Drowned, smashing his fingers against the buttons on his navy game controller.

I watch as he yells at the screen, seemingly on comm with some other player he was gaming with. I knew from the small time I'd been at the mansion and from what Jane had told me that BEN is an entity, already basically dead but he did have a weakness that I think I may be able to toy with here.

Like a snake, I slither from my hiding spot in the blinds and walk up to BEN from behind. He was so engrossed in his game that he didn't even notice me looming over him, my eyes boring into him from behind the goggles.

'...I don't want to hurt him... I don't want to be the one to do this...'

'End this miserable devil's life.'

"BEN," I suddenly snap, causing the male to jump and turn around quickly, his hands clamped around his headset. "Toby! You scared me you sneaky motherfucker! Hahah, what do ya want, did you just come back from a hunt or something?—Oh! Wanna play with me?"

My head made an awkward twitch but I kept myself together for the most part. "It looks like fun. Can I use your bathroom first, real quick? I'll play with you right after."

"Sure go ahead. Don't make a mess, Tobster."

The blonde smiled at me before pulling the headset back over his pointed ears and returning to his game.

I spun on my heel and headed to BEN's bathroom quickly closing the door behind me. I look around for options. I spot an empty bucket with a mop sticking out of it, and immediately go to grab it. I fling the mop into the tub and then place the bucket under the faucet, beginning to fill it up with steamy hot water.

I scavenge around in the drawers underneath his sink looking for other options to test out. I grab bleach, ammonia, and hydrogen peroxide and carry it back to the tub. Once the bucket was filled a good bit, I quickly poor in the other substances. I have no idea what this stuff could do, but I knew for sure it would at least have a great affect on my victim.

Once everything was ready, I carefully take up the bucket and carry it out of the bathroom.

BEN was still fully focused on his video game, so he didn't notice me approaching him from behind with the big bucket of death ready.

"Tooo-byyyyy," BEN suddenly sing-sang aloud without looking away from the TV, "are you sneaking up on me again, loser? Stop being all weird and come play with me!"

"Then lè̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜t's play," I respond, raising the bucket over his head.

BEN turned his head and looked up, only slightly removing his headphones before he realized the torrent of chemicals coming down upon him.

A piercing scream was emitted across the whole room and I watch as BEN's body starts to seemingly melt and glitch in drastic ways as the chemicals penetrated his sensitive form. "T—0̴̡̓̒̈́́̆͆$4!!!!!???? W卄Y̸̢̨̭̟͍̫͉͊!!????" A completely corrupted sounding cry came from the very indistinguishable form of BEN, and as I kept pouring and pouring, he began to appear near absolute desolation. Text and sparks were flying from him constantly and his black blood-dripping eyes looked as if they were melting off his very face.

BEN panics and I watch as what was left of him tries to crawl towards the TV in an effort to escape me. I toss the bucket aside and run back to the bathroom, grabbing the bleach and ammonia from the cabinet. I hurry back out to see half of his decayed computerized body through the screen.

I uncap both bottles and start pouring everything over his back. "Die already," I mutter cooly. His blackened, claw-like hands which were still visible grip the screen and his legs flail helplessly as the rest of his body is submerged in a burning assault of a toxic chemical mixture.

The screen itself goes frantic as it seems to be affected by BEN's glitching, and suddenly the screen just goes black. Next, the screen itself actually cracks straight through the center and then the glass explodes from the TV.

The glass flies all over the place and even directly into my face, but I don't flinch once and only stand there unmoving, watching as the bottom half of BEN's body goes limp, bent over and hanging ragdoll-like from the TV. I have no idea what happened to the rest of his body, but my best guess is he was completely decimated with the rest of the TV itself.

After a while of staring at the scene, I toss the two now empty bottles on the floor and crack my knuckles loudly, then my neck before signing.

'This isn't even me anymore...am I even in control? What am I doing? This is going too far...'

My hand slides to my pocket, reaching for you already know what. I casually start walking out of the room while treating myself to two of the pills—this time I headed for the actual door of BEN's room. I step out of the room and stretch, taking a look down the hallway.

I see the child, Sally, skipping up to me with a seemingly worried expression on her face. "Toby? I heard a really creepy, unsettling screaming sound coming from down the hall. Did something happen...?" She asked, looking up at me with curious, emerald eyes.

I look down at her for a long time before slightly smiling behind my mask and placing a hand on her head. "Not at all Sal. Just beat BEN at a new game though, and he's real bent out of shape about it. Best you leave him alone for a while."

"Oh...okay Toby! Congrats on winning the game!" She cooed, smiling and seeming more assured by my words.

Suddenly, a loud scream comes from down the hall and I turn around seeing Nina standing before ClockWork's door with her mouth covered over her face.

"Someone HELP!!! ClockWork!!!!!"

Sally turned to her with wide eyes and ran over in a panic, as well as the doors all around me began to open and the other killers started bolting for where the girl was now crying loudly.

I didn't join them, instead I turned away with my hands behind my back and casually started to head for the stairs, all the while whistling a song as the killers began howling and crying out in shock and dismay at their housemate's demise.

Hahahahaha...

♪I didn't do the thing you think I was doing.
I wasn't in the place where he saw me.

꧁꧂

The song was really supposed to be a joke but yeah, whatever, here we are.