John and Bella pt. 5
John stood over Bella who was napping. She looked peaceful, actually. Even had a small little grin on her face. A stark contrast from what John had seen from her in the short two days he’s had her. He figured now would be the best time to just get it over with quick. He wasn’t the violent type, not a lover by any means but he wasn’t exactly down for hurting helpless, usually innocent creatures like fluffies. He pushed morality aside, and remembered what Kori had just told him. Bella had no shot at happiness, this was the humane thing, despite what he was feeling.
He bent down, opened his hands and prepared to snap Bella’s neck. Quick, painless, and she wouldn’t even know. Just as he was about to make contact, he heard Bella say in her sleep
“Fank yu foh finawwy wubbing Bewwa su muchies daddeh Jawn.Bestest daddeh eba. suu happies daddeh wub Bewwa as much as Bewwa wub daddeh.”
All with a smile. A genuine smile. John saw some hope in that smile, and in that moment felt weak. He couldn’t kill this thing, not right now. It hasn’t even had a shot at genuine happiness yet. Maybe Kori was right, it wouldn’t ever be completely happy. But she at least deserved a few good days. She was just beginning to enter adolescence, maybe there was still time. Instead of grabbing her head and twisting, he gently stroked her mane. This caused Bella to slowly wake up, as she stared up at John with a sleepy smile.
“heehee siwy Bewwa. Have siwy sweepy picture inside oda sweepy picture!”
“No, goofball. You’re awake. Hey, come here. Let’s hang out for a bit.”
He picked Bella up, and sat her on the couch. He turned on his genesis, put on Streets of Rage 2, sat back down and put Bella on his lap.
“Say, it sounded like somebody had a great nap.”
“Yesh bestest Jawn fwend! Fank yu fo lappie time!”
“Huh, lappie time. This would be a good way into tricking Bella into getting attention on days when i don’t give a shit for socialization. Which is often.” Thought John.
“Yeah, lap time! It’s where you can tell me anything and we can talk about it! And you can get all the scratchies you want, hows that sound?”
“sownd wike bestest fing eba!”
“Awesome! except some days i’ll be quiet and you can just chill, but it’s whatever.”
Bella actually seemed a bit “uppity” during this time. She was kinda spunky, asking a million and one questions about what John is doing, and what are video games, and what is a genesis, and who is sega, and why does nintendo suck, and… and when will he love her?
Fuck.
Again? Already?
Fuck it, it’s skettie time. that usually works.
wait, no. that’s a cop out. Look, maybe it was weird to John but it was real to her. He wanted this thing to find happiness, and it seems to have found it in John. His options are: suck it up, let this things wiring run it’s course, or continue to deprive this thing of any hope at happiness.
If he didn’t wanna kill it, he had to love it the way bella needed to be loved.
“nice mistah… wiww yu eba wub fwuffy?”
“yanno what kid? i think i already do.”
“WEAWWY? NICEST MISTAH WUB FWUFFY?”
“Yes, i do. And yanno what? Just call me daddy from now on.”
Bella fainted.
John laughed, then sat her in her pillowfluff bed. He went to go prepare her some sketties, and a speech about how not to expect these again for a while.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe everything will work out?
Maybe.