Chapter Text
The words of his parents swirled around in his head. What have you done? He was unable to process anything. Nothing made sense. He stared blankly at his jam-stained hands, the dagger positioned in his wife's chest, and her glazed eyes. The eyes once full of sheer terror and tears now stopped in time. Then, he passed out.
Red Anemone Cookie awoke in his bed. For a moment, he couldn't remember anything. Suddenly, everything that had happened started flooding back to him. Argument. You stabbed her. She's dead. The images of the gruesome scene flashed in his head. It was too overwhelming for him. He was in denial.
"I did.. this...?"
"No... It can't be..."
He sat up slowly then buried his face in his hands, closing his eyes as tight as he could. The devastation set in. The grief set in. The guilt set in.
Surprisingly, his hands were clean, but he couldn't care less about them after what had happened. All of the strawberry jam had been cleaned off. He glanced at the bedside table. The dagger was placed on it. Its red jewel, the pitch black handle, and silver blade. The one he knew all too well. Just looking at it made the scene replay in his head. It almost made him sick. But the dagger was wiped clean.
With hesitation, Red Anemone Cookie stepped from his bed onto the floor. He walked slowly to where Tulip Cookie's body was left with a deepening curiosity and the fear of seeing it again. It felt hard to move. Everything was weighing him down, from his mind to his tired body. It felt like the world was against him. Like it wanted him gone. Now, disappearing forever seemed like the right option. The only option.
Red Anemone Cookie looked and she wasn't there. The crime scene had been completely cleaned up. No evidence was left, other than the fact he was in an almost malfunctioning emotional and mental state. The silence around him was unnerving. It felt eerily quiet. He should hear something, someone, anything to distract him and the thoughts in his head.
Suddenly, the voice of his father, standing like a still statue at the bedroom's doorway, rang out.
"We are disappointed in you."
Red Anemone Cookie turned around and his heart sank. His mother was also there. Their piercing, judging eyes stared directly at him. Through him. They walked forward to him, almost in sync, with an inexplicable feeling radiating off of them. He tried to distinguish it. Anger? Sadness? Forgiveness? Whatever it was, he couldn't tell. The distinct click-clack of their shoes hitting the tile floor sounded like a drum beat.
After what felt like an eternity, his parents arrived in front of him. They were face-to-face with Red Anemone Cookie. Complete fear overtook him. They're going to scream at me, they're going to berate me, they're-
"We have thought about the situation and considered the best option for our House. We have cleaned everything up and left no trace behind. You will speak of this matter with no one but us, understood?"
"...Yes, father."
Though the incident deeply traumatized him, there was a silver lining to it. He was finally able to release his repressed anger. It provided a catharsis so relieving, but it came with the cost of guilt that would stay for the rest of his life.