PUPPIES ARE SOO CUTE

He grinned.

"That pause said everything~" He stood up. "But I have to go. I have a package to deliver to someone special~"

Thaddeus just stuffed his mouth with pizza, not looking at Faust.

"Whatever."

He draped himself over Thaddeus.

"Someone really important...Aren't you just jealous~?" He purred.

"Of course not," he growled. "I'm just glad you'll be gone!"

"I'll be back, then, my dear Thaddeus~" He cooed. "Don't do anything scandalous until I get back~"

He quickly kissed him on the cheek and scurried off.

Thaddeus rubbed at the spot irritably as Faust left; to his chagrin, he hadn't truly minded the kiss.

Lately, he found himself wondering more and more what Faust did in his alone time...his mind always turned to dirty, disgusting, sexual things. It didn't help that this had been a recurring theme in all of his wet dreams as of late. Or that he was even getting them.

After sitting around for a few minutes and mentally torturing himself, he got to his feet. He was going to follow Faust and dispel these stupid thoughts once and for all.

Faust skipped all the way to Priestly's house, as happy as he ever seemed to be. He wasn't interested in visiting, he just wanted to replace Mars's limbs and be on with it.

Thaddeus followed him quietly wondering where they could possibly be.

He happily skipped up to the house and knocked. He spent about twenty minutes inside, then he left again, but he could be visibly seen harassing Priestly in the doorway.

Thaddeus's eyes widened; that couldn't be anyone else.

And with that, he waved goodbye to Priestly and began to skip home, thinking about all the things he would do to Thaddeus when he got there.

Thaddeus met him outside.

"...What the fuck are you doing here?" he said, his voice brimming with thinly-veiled rage.

He blinked.

"I'm visiting my sons." He said simply, though he did seem to be fully aware of Thaddeus's state.

"...That was no son of yours," he said, trying to contain himself. "I think you know exactly who that was. That fucking bastard...Giles Whitney..."

He rose an eyebrow.

"To me, he's Priestly. My perfect son." He said, really without thinking through the statement all that well. "But, you know..."

He grabbed Thaddeus by the throat, his muscles already bulging and tearing his jacket.

"So you brought him back?!" he screamed. "You come here to visit him, and care for him, and be with him, all of the time--I fucking trusted you!" He bashed Faust against the ground, growing huger by the second; his voice became warped with animalistic rage.

"I thought once he died, things would be different, but no--he has to ruin fucking everything!!"

It can be said that when someone knows they're going to die, they usually struggle. For Faust, it was completely different. No struggling, no screaming, nothing. No, he simply...smiled. Despite the fact that he was, you know, about to be completely beaten to a pulp, he was happy.

All because, even if it was like this, it was the most Thaddeus had ever voluntarily touched him. And that much, at least, made him happy.

".....Say something!" he screamed, tears pouring out of his eyes as he bruised and smashed every inch of Faust he could reach. When he had broken everything, and Faust no longer moved, he collapsed into a heap beside him.

"...Don't ignore me now," he sobbed, shaking Faust's broken body. "Don't leave...not because of him, again..."

Though his corpse didn't move, Faust did speak. It was really just the resonance of his soul leaving his body, but for a very brief moment, it allowed him to speak.

His last words were, "You were always my favorite, Thaddeus."

"You're lying..." he replied futilely. "Don't lie to me!" He punched Faust's caved-in chest, but he would move no more.

Of course, now Faust was a cute ghosty 8DDD Except, like, that's really bad, 'cause all he does it follow Thaddeus until Thaddeus dies. Excitement. But anyway, this is pretty much done, y/y?

Ayup. Thanks for making me cry, JERK.

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