Murder House

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Timothy watched and grinned as Andrew tried to get the girl to leave the room, and when she did, taking Andrew with her, he followed them out, only to hear throwing up in Andrew's bedroom. The girl from earlier, Bianca or whatever her name was, was obviously not having a good time in there. He decides to enact his favourite part of the plan, something he could really get his hands dirty with, and lets the other woman take Andrew downstairs. He trusted that he would be fine for now. Retrieving the axe wasn't a difficult task, though why there was an axe in the house in the first place was unknown to Timothy, but he didn't question it, instead, he readied it, as he heard Bianca leaving the room.


"You guys?" He hears her mumble, and the grin spreads on his face. Bianca begins to walk down the corridor. "Fiona? I think I need to go to the hospital... Maybe we could come back later and finish this..." She sounded very ill, and as she walked into the bathroom where Andrew had previously been, Timothy let himself be visible, walking through the room, though disappearing from sight before she noticed what was wrong. "Hey?" she called out, "Where'd you guys go?" She looked like she was gonna throw up again, and she wandered further into the bathroom.


She began to turn around, unsuspecting.


Timothy swung the axe, aiming for her stomach and hitting the aim, hearing her cry out in pain and hearing the axe tear through the flesh. He swung again, then let her go, grinning all the while. He heard her stumble through the corridor, her hands leaving a trail of blood on the walls that he knew Moira would have to clean up. He chuckled at the thought before following her. He finished the job with a few more clean blows, cutting her body in half. Before abandoning the axe on the floor, and turning to walk down to the basement.

 

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Andrew began walking in font of the girl, a knife pressed to the middle of his back. "You better not be messing with me. "SHe warned as if she would really do anything. "It's down here." he reassured her, this girl was an idiot. "Around the corner." He spoke once more. Suddenly it got darker and Andrew vanished, hiding behind someone and waiting for her to leave so he could leave. "Where are you?!" She screamed, furiously.

 

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"Over here you stupid bitch!" Timothy yells, a grin on his face, there was blood on his hands from where he had killed Bianca, and he wiped it on his jeans casually. Timothy was stood in front of the bathtub that Fiona needed, and he gestured to it casually with his hand as she rounded the corner. "I've already filled it with water for you..." He stands at the side of it, watching her, as she came closer. When Glady's appeared in the tub, a ghost he was not as familiar with but was willing to kill this woman, considering it was personal, Fiona screamed and moved backwards to try and escape. He grinned manically as he watched Glady's kill Fiona, letting it ensue in front of him.

 

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(should we time skip.)

 

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(Yeah sure, we can make a few scenes up though, I think you should include the one where Ben asks Vi about Tate being there xD )

 

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( That's where I was gonna skip to xD )


Andrew knew the detectives were there but that didn't stop him from being hungry. He was currently in the kitchen, and had just finished eating soup. He sighed and went though the opening to the room where the dinner table was. The detectives were just leaving and they both had to fit though the door at the same time. He turned attention to his dad that had just got up and made his way to him. "Andrew, you're mom said that you told her that Timothy helped you escape?" he looked a little confused and surprised. "Yeah." he confirmed the statement then looked at the table, "Thanks, for not dragging him into all that." Andrew watched the looks exchanged between his mother and father. "What was he doing in the house?" he sounded actually kind of worried. Andrew started getting bitter and shrugged, "How should I know?" "Andrew." "You think I let him in?" Andrew asked, looking straight into his father's eyes. Dr. Howard had a straight face that almost looked angry.

 

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(this wasn't in the thingy but I don't care I like to make things up too :3)


Timothy was waiting upstairs, in Andrews room, he was messing with some of Andrew's things that were left on his dresser, he turned when Moira walked into the room, and looked at her, his face straight. "I would accuse you of stealing things like your mother, but I know that intentions sins are a different kind of crime." She says, her face straight, looking at him with her strange cloudy eye. Timothy tuts at her, "I have no such intentions, not with him." He says, turning back to the thing he was messing with. "Oh yes, I forget sometimes. You're playing love now. I wonder what your mother would think. You and another boy." She shakes her head at him. "Watch your mouth, slut." Timothy snarls, putting down the things and glaring at her, his hair falling in front of his eye. It was true, his mother really disagreed with homosexuality. "I was going to clean in here, but I see that you would prefer I left." Moira left the room, probably to go and try to arouse Dr Howard.

 

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(I kinda like that scene though cx )


"I don't know why Timothy was here, but I'm glad he was." Andrew tilted his head slightly and spat out two words, "You weren't." That shut Dr. Howard right up and Andrew went to go leave the room.He walked past his father and his mother but stopped at the door frame, and bit his lip slightly before turning around, " You were really brave..mom." He looked at his mother since he had called her weak earlier. He looked up at his father once more bitterly before really leaving the room. He decided to just go back to his room, he had nothing else to do anyway. He began to jog up the stairs when he saw Moira walking out of his room. He glared at her, so disgusted with her. He then walked into his own room and closed the door behind him.

 

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"Your father is angry with you?" Timothy asks, not greeting Andrew. He walked over to Andrew's bed, and sat on it comfortably, he crossed his legs underneath him, cocking his head slightly and looking at Andrew. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt today, a baggy grey one that had white paint stains on it. The shirt showed his cuts, old scars, considering he could never scar anymore they couldn't be recent. He had on a pair of tight black jeans, and he pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked at Andrew. He laid back on the bed, his head resting on the metal frame, his arm falling off the side of the bed.

 

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Andrew shrugged, "I don't know. He wanted to know how you got in. I don't know what either." He sighed, not asking him, he didn't really care. He sat on a part of hid bed that Timothy wasn't laying on. " Guess who called me." Andrew smiled a little, wanting Timothy to guess.

 

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Timothy looks at him out of the corner of his eye, grinning slightly, "I don't know, Satan? Or Peter, which is as good as? Or maybe my father, calling to tell you that he wants to reconcile with his son." He says, raising his eyebrows and sitting up slightly, draping his arms over the metal frames of the bed, he rests his head against the wall, looking at Andrew.

 

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Andrew smiled a little more at his answers, "I don't believe is Satan... but Peter called, says he wants to meet up at the skate park later. The indoor one on Maple. I don't know if I should go or not." Andrew shrugged and looked down, messing with his covers, his legs crossed. He chewed his lip slightly, thinking.

 

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"Oh... Peter. You should go and meet up with him, I think." He says, feeling slightly jealous, and, unbeknownst to him, letting it show in his voice and when he looked away. He was strangely protective over Andrew, he didn't want Peter hurting him, or taking him away from him. "If he hits you or anything, then I'll kill him." He mumbles, and it wasn't an empty threat.

 

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"I don't think we will." Andrew chuckled a bit. "He sounded terrified over the phone, you shook em up pretty bad." Andrew stood up and walked around. "Are you going to be anything for Halloween?" He asked, knowing he wasn't going to be anything.. well so far." He pushed his hair out of his face, "If not, are you doing anything for Halloween?"

 

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"I figured I might go as myself," Timothy says, a grin spreading on his face. "I'm scary enough." He looks away from Andrew. "My therapy session with your father is tomorrow. I know what's going to happen. He's going to try and get me to leave you alone, again. I can, if you want, but I'm hoping I can convince him to give me a second chance. I'll let you know tomorrow night, if you meet me. Down in the basement?"

 

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Andrew gave him a look as if he was saying, 'that doesn't count.' He went and sat back down on his bed, "Okay, I'll meet you there." he agreed, smiling slightly. He took out his phone, "It's 7:40." he announced. I have to be at the park by 8 and I decided I was gonna walk. I should get going." Andrew smiled and stood back up, slipping his phone in his pocket.

 

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"Okay." He says, and stands up, walking towards the door, "I'll sneak out..." He opens the door and begins to leave, before standing in the doorway and turning back to look at him, "You know, I'm serious about what I said before. If anyone hurts you, I will kill them." He turns, and walks out of the doorway, down the stairs, and into the basement.

 

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Andrew was about to leave as well but he wanted to change first. He nodded slightly at his first statement. He was a bit surprised by his second but he was glad that the other cared about him. Was that true though? Would he really... kill somebody for him? He looked down and blushed slightly and happily. Though that was a bit... scary to think of Timothy killing someone, that was the nicest thing anyone had said to him in quite some time. He changed, wearing a plain white t shirt with a plaid shirt over it, unbuttoned with regular light blue jeans that were tight. He threw on a pair of red chucks that matched his plaid shirt. He then went downstairs and had to sneak out himself and started down the street to where he was meeting Peter.

 

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Timothy was stood in the basement, when he heard footsteps behind him. He wasn't afraid, or even bothered, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at the person who it was, and was surprised to see his sister, Adelaide. "Addie," He greets, a grin on his face as he leans down and pulls her into a hug. Addie had a large grin on her face, "Timothy!" She says, happily, "It's so good to see you." She had an odd way of talking, but he loved her, and he would listen to her speak for hours.

 

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Once Andrew was there he saw Peter there, sitting on the edge. Andrew came and sat next to him. The two just sat there for a moment in silence until Andrew saw Peter light a cig and inhale the smoke. "I thought you hated smoking." Andrew smirked slightly. "I've taken it up. I can sleep, I'm terrified of.. everything. What attacked me wasn't human." Peter got serious and looked over at Andrew.

 

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Timothy and Adelaide sat in the dark, talking quietly to eachother as they rolled a ball back and forth. Thadius sat in the corner, glowering and looking creepy as usual. He heard footsteps on the stairs, he hadn't noticed that the house alarm had gone off. Addie was giggling, and Tim made himself invisible as he saw Dr Harmon appear, questioning why Adelaide was here, and telling her to go back home. He glared at him from the shadows. He wondered what would happen tomorrow.

 

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I'm just gonna time skip.


The next day Andrew was still in bed, passed the fuck out. He had been up until 3 in the morning last night and it was currently 10 am. He rolled around in bed, seeming to never be comfortable but he was still asleep. He finally settled with one leg out and one leg int he coversand laying on his side, facing the right.

 

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Timothy was stood over Andrew's bed, watching him as he slept. His hands were on the metal frames of the footer of his bed as he watched him. He should be downstairs for his appointment, but he didn't mind being late. A moment later, he turned, and walked out of the room and down the stairs, before walking into Dr Howards office like nothing had ever happened. His session began, "I've agreed to this meeting because we need to clarify a few things. Firstly, the psychiatrist that I recommended to you, Dr. Goldman, said you never showed up for the first appointment and you never called to cancel." Timothy shrugged his shoulders, "I don't want to see anyone but you." Dr Harmon shook his head, "We've discussed why that won't work. Which brings me to my next question. We're very grateful to you, Tim, for how you helped my family. But you need to explain here and now what you were doing in this house at the time of the break-in."

 

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Andrew woke up a few minutes later and just laid in bed. He groaned slightly and stretched, his hair all messy. He decided to take a shower. He got up, striped out of his clothes and got into the showered like he planned. He washed his body, hair, and face before getting out and drying off. He dressed in a light grey long sleeved shirt and black jeans. He put on some socks because his feet were cold before he walked downstairs, his hair was brushed and out of his face but it was still messy but it looked good. He ran into some tall blonde guy who looked to be decorating the house for Halloween. His mother decided to decorate everything after Andrew told his mother he'd run away if they moved but secretly she was still trying to sell the house and Ash knew it.

 

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Timothy bites his lip and sits upright, he really wanted Dr Howard to keep treating him, he needed to act good for once. "The truth is I was just, like, hanging around outside, and I was, I was throwing pebbles at his window. But he blew me off. And then I noticed that the door was unlocked, so I went inside. It's not cool, I know." He looks down slightly, afraid that he'd be yelled at. Dr Howard shakes his head slightly, "I understand. But this is why I can't treat you. It's inappropriate for everyone concerned."