Out of Control {Tweedle-Dee}

Massaging his temples with gritted teeth, Oscar screwed his eyes shut, refusing to stare down at the mangled mess in front of him. It had once been a bird—that much he was sure. After all, the feathers were a prime indicator. A pigeon most likely—the silly animals tended to enjoy bathing in the garden’s fountains—but from the amount of blood and grime surrounding the scattered pile, it was hard to tell.

A sharp gasp to his side brought his attention to the maid stopped behind him, her hands clasped over her mouth and a horrified look in her eyes. It didn’t take much thought to realize she was staring at the mangled mass at his feet and the blood and gore dotting his clothes and hands. It was even smeared on his face, a splash of crimson at each temple from where his fingers had attempted to sooth the burgeoning headache pounding away at his skull.

It simply took a sneer for him to send the woman running, stammering explanations about getting a broom and a mop as she went.

Silly woman. She’ll not be returning. I imagine she’s rushing to grab her belongins as we speak. Really, little lord, why is that you go about terrifying the servants so?

There it was. The voice that made him want to rip away at his skin, to huddle away in a corner and sob until his mind could take it no longer.

“Shut—shut up. You know…you know this is your fault.” Though it was barely above a whisper, Oscar hated himself for giving in-for complying and returning His speech. Faltering for a moment, he gulped, eyes drawing down towards the scattered mess of gore and feathers of their own accord before he forced his eyes up, face white. “Why—why did you do it?”

A sharp laugh echoed throughout his mind, sinister and cold.

Why not? Would you rather me have gone after your little pets?

All it took was a further whitening of Oscar’s face for the laugh to sound through his mind again, echoing throughout his ears.

I didn’t think so. No, no—the silly vermin was blocking my view. Our view. I could not let it get away with that, now could I?

It took all of Oscar’s strength not to reply and the laugh that echoed afterwards had the air on the back of his neck rising before the noise faded away until he could only hear the lingering traces of His cruel chuckles.

Lips thin, Oscar jerked before he did an about face, refusing to look at the sad pile at his feet. One of the maids could come by and clean it up later. For now---for now he was going to go to his quarters. At the very least he might find some peace and quiet there. He could only hope however, that his shoes would be safe.

He had left a pair out last night from where he usually stored them and….should they be messed up…in his current state…..Oscar flinched.

In his current state, he was not sure he could control Him for long.