#bedtime strories

[ellethesmallcell]

Stuck by Teddy

Beth didn’t mean to kill him.

It had been an accident.

A small flick of a fingertip…

That had led to this complicated spiderweb that she had created for herself.

But what could she do now? 

She was stuck.

Beth had been stuck in traffic when she received  the phone call, strangely with no caller id. She remembers always having all her contacts registered, so this was extra strange for her….

“Hello?” She speaks

There was no answer from the other line, just very heavy breathing.

“Hello?” She repeats

Thinking it was a prank call, she hung up, but what she didn’t know was that she hung up on the person who she had been searching for from years before.

Ten years prior

“Dad! Please don’t leave us, please Dad!” Nine-year-old Beth screamed, while her mother was holding her back “Papa, please I love you don’t-” The door cut her off. She questioned why he had left so suddenly; why he left her with her mother; and the question that burned: why he couldn’t love her like she did him.

She felt defeated.

But what could she do?

She was stuck.

Now, being older and more mature, she let go of the fact that her father wasn’t coming back.

She accepted the fact that she was alone.

And most of all…

She accepted the fact that she was stuck.

“Beth! I’m home!” A voice called. “Beth where are you?”

She slowly hulled herself up from the bed and opened the door.

“Brandon I was just in my room, take a chill pill.” She spoke

Walking over to her brother, she gave a small smile

“Bran flake, you have an enjoyable day at work?” She asked

“Yeah, I had a good day, Beth. I had too many files to put away, but don’t worry, I can handle it.” The boy mused

Taking his hand, Beth led him to the kitchen and guided him to sit on the beanbag in the corner. 

“What d’you want for dinner tonight, Bran flake?” She asked him

Brandon shrugged his shoulders, thinking that she would make the same thing she would always make: his favourite.

“I guess I’ll just have to make your favourite then…”

Smiling to himself, Brandon felt on cloud nine. He loved Beth’s cooking. Just before their mother died, she had taught her a few family tricks, and most importantly, his favourite.

Beth recited the ingredients to herself, counting how many hours it would take to make. Steak and pasta generally didn’t take long, but the way Beth made it, the hours it took to make were incredibly worth it. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The doorbell never rang.

Nobody knew where they lived.

Nobody even knew their real names.

Walking to the door carefully, Brandon sat there, petrified.

The doorbell rang again, making the two siblings flinch.

Hurrying herself to the door, Beth unlocked the several locks that were binding it shut. Slowly opening the door, she saw no one outside. 

The door now widely opened, she looked around outside. Deciding against staying inside, she ventured outside, in an attempt to see who rang the doorbell once more.

Nearly tripping over her two feet, she looked down to see what devil object had caused her near-fall, ready to cuss at the small object. Looking down, she saw a small brown package wrapped in string and stamps. Questioning what it was, she picked it up and ventured inside again.

“Bran flake, bring me the scissors, please.” She yelled from the corridor.

Hearing her and snapping out of his trance, Brandon hurried to bring his younger sister the scissors she needed. 

The sound of snipping and tearing was all you could hear in the small apartment of the siblings of misfortune. They were both on edge to see what was inside of the minute package, breathing speeding up in anticipation.

Finally, after hours wrapped in a minute, the package was opened, free for all and any to see what was inside. A gasp was let out of Beth’s mouth, terrified of what was inside the box.

The horrifying object that lay inside was none other than a severed limb; but there was one question remaining: who did the limb belong to?

They couldn’t test the DNA.

They didn’t trust the police.

So how to the find the limb?

Giggling could be heard all around the room, for it was young Beth who loved to giggle when she laughed. 

“Bethie, d’you think we’ll survive out here? Y’know, without parents?” young Brandon asked

Beth was silent for a moment. She was only 14, and her brother was 15. She wondered what would have happened, if it had all been different. Would they have had a perfect family? Would they be living in a nice house, living their best lives?

She knew they wouldn’t, but it was nice to think that they could have a different life sometimes; instead of this cruel reality that they were living.

Beth sighed, “Bran flake, we’ll be fine, I promise. we just have to wait until we’re both legal age and we can get jobs and be rich, don’t worry.”

Beth knew that in her head, they would never make it, but she had to stay positive for Brandon.

Brandon was everything.

There were gagging sounds coming from the other room, and this snapped Beth out of her trance. Looking around for Brandon to no avail, it slowly came to mind that it may be Brandon who was throwing up his lunch.

Sighing lowly, Beth made her way to the bathroom, readying herself with an even more terrifying sight.

Beth was currently 17, so this made her still in high school. Untrusting of the police, this made it very difficult  for her to complete here years in high school, but unsurprisingly, she found her way.

Beth went to Stone Vine Highschool, and she was not very….popular, per se. Beth was very smart, but every time she was offered a scholarship to anywhere else, she would politely refuse, saying she has to take care of her father and her brother.

Beth didn’t have lots of choices in her life, since her father left when she was 9, and her mother committed suicide the same year. Hey older brother had been out at a party with his friends when this happened, so he didn’t exactly know what went down that day until he arrived home at the time of 3am.

Beth had been crying in her bed until Brandon got home. She hid herself from him feverishly up until he burst in the door that had been bound shut by Beth’s weight.

She had cried in his arms that night. In fact. That had become quite a frequent thing, crying in Brandon’s arms. Up until the day her mother died, Beth had always been like an older sister, entirely switching the roles of the siblingship.

It had taken a few weeks for the fact that her mother had passed to sink in, but after it did, she slowly got back to the normal flow of how things used to be.

“Bran flake, come downstairs, I’m gonna cook breakfast then go, okay?” Beth yelled up the stairs

There was no answer from upstairs, so she called his name again, this time a little louder, “Bran flake?”

She was starting to get a little worried now.

Flashbacks of her past coming back to her; haunting her mind.

Overthinking and anxiety flooding her mind.

Making her way up the stairs, dropping her bag on the way, she felt a sharp pang of dread hit her harder every time she moved up a stair.

Painfully slowly opening the door, Beth took a deep breath before she opened it all the way.

“No.”

Her legs felt like jelly.

She felt like dying.

She didn’t want to live anymore.

Life was empty now.

Lay lifeless on the floor was Brandon, at peace.

Tears streamed down Beth’s face as she seemingly ran in slow motion to pick up Brandon, trying to shake him back to life. Beth couldn’t accept that he was gone.

She wouldn’t.

Shaking Brandon’s body vigorously, Beth was a visual mess. Tears streaming down her face, no end in sight while shaking her brother’s lifeless body with a look on her face mixed with disbelief and sadness. She was an emotional wreck. Her life had gone down the drain the minute her father had left them, then when their mother had been reported dead, but now this. This was unbelievable. How would she move on from this?

Looking around, she thought she would save some of his things, make sure he would always be remembered, but then she stopped. There was a small piece of paper on his desk, and she was tempted to pick it up. It almost seemed to call to her.

Picking up the small note, she opened it and read it in her mind.

Puppets and string

Magician and magic

Please give me a ring

Or the consequences will be tragic.

your mystery to solve

The feeling of dread hit her more than ever. Whoever this was had killed her everything. Killed what she lived for. The only thing she lived for. What would she do now? She couldn’t go on. Everything was gone. Her family was gone. Her rent was due this week. She wasn’t doing well in school.

The short answer was there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t cry about it. That wouldn’t solve anything at all. She couldn’t work, she was currently underage.

But wait.

The note.

It had said, “Please give me a ring or the consequences will be tragic.”

But there was no number.

There wasn’t any rational reason why she should trust this person, but there was nothing that she could really do, was there?

With a sigh, she hurried herself to go and get the letter, praying that what she was going to do was the right decision.

Beth sat down, closely examining the note, in a headspace where she was dead set on figuring out the letter, dissecting every word.

“Right, let’s see here.” She sighed

“Puppets and string”. What was this supposed to mean? That he had puppets? Or maybe that…they were his puppets, Beth, Brandon, her mother, her father. This was the start of a very complicated web; Beth wasn’t sure she wanted to continue anymore.

But she had to.

She couldn’t just let ‘her mystery to solve’ roam free out in the wild, when she knew what they had done.

Beth first had to question what they wanted. What drove them to kill her mother and brother. What did they have against her. What could she have done?

From her memory, she hadn’t really done anything to anyone; she was introverted. She didn’t like to interact with people, so who could she have set off?

The list of people she interacted with was quite small. It included,

Brandon

Her mother

Her father

The grocery cashiers

Her property owner

And that was it. She had never interacted with anyone else. After her father left, she had been terrified to interact with anyone else, for fear that she would get hurt badly, like her father had done to her.

But wait.

What if someone was watching her from afar? It wasn’t exactly impossible. She just had never thought of herself so incredibly interesting that someone would take that much of an interest to watch her.

It was an eerie and almost uncomfortable feeling for her to feel; being watched. She wasn’t used to it. It was indefinitely horrible.

She knew what she needed to do, though. She needed to make sure shw wasn’t being watched. And clean up the body that was currently laying on her floor. Swallowing her feelings and compartmentalizing was Beth’s specialty. She seemingly liked to swallow her feelings. It helped her cope with certain things, like death or loss. Swallowing it all helped her with the pain. It just made it all go away; at least for a while. She decided that’s what she would do just that. Swallow the pain. Make it all go away. But she knew it wouldn’t last.

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[rmu-vincent]

Dear Mr. Edgeworth,

I recall from one of your previous postings that you are particularly fond of cats, and am interested in your opinions on other animals commonly kept for human companionship. What are your thoughts on dogs? Horses? Rodents? Birds and reptiles?

I would assume that last one would have interesting twofold connotations given your status as a law student, due to these creatures' association with the legal profession - the epithet of "legal eagle" on the positive side, and all the jokes about snakes and crocodilians' show of professional courtesy on the negative. As an enthusiast of all things reptile related, I feel it is a reputation undeserved by these misunderstood, scaly creatures... as well as those aspiring to take on careers in law, very important for society...

But I digress. Lastly, I would also take it that, for rather obvious reasons, you don't really like fish, the way they remind you of a certain someone...

Regards, Seraphine. Again, may you excel in your studies, and no slanderous jokes come your way.

Dear Ms Seraphine,

Thank you for the kind words and inspiring thoughts.

Despite, as you noted correctly, being fascinated by cats, I am not that fond of most domestic animals, and my liking for cats is simply an amusing exception. However, there are still some species that I could call charming and interesting in ways different from keeping them as pets.

The first animal that came to mind was a graceful black panther. Ever since I was a kid, I thought of panthers as majestic, powerful guardians, trustworthy leaders, and dangerous vigilantes. They might not represent justice in the traditional sense of court cases and hour-long debates, but if one crosses their road, they should be wary of seeing their eyes shine in the dark when the night falls.

On the other hand, I could never resist swift, elegant antelopes' beauty. As someone who has always strived for success and improvement, their efortless endurance and resilience resonated with me; antelopes are in a constant state of action, awareness, and searching for new paths, opportunities. For me, they are a symbol of motivation and energy.

As my final point, I would like to mention swans. Even though they are often depicted as an embodiment of love, from swan figurines being placed on wedding cakes to towel swans on hotel beds, these birds have always struck me as an exquisite representation of change. On another note, the concept of a swan song has captivated me ever since I learned what the expression meant. It is impossible to deny that I spent hours considering what my swan song could possibly be, and to tell the truth, I still think about it from time to time.

Unfortunately, I do not have a strong stance on reptiles. They are the most beautiful when admired from afar, and their quiet deadliness amazes me; snakes in particular have been painted as villains since the beginning of time, so despite me condemning the demonization of reptiles, I understand why people have those... preconcieved notions about them.

Keeping rodents and other smaller animals as pets does not make much sense to me. For me, it would be impossible to love something that is barely capable of communicating its needs. These fluff balls always seemed closer to decor than to actual companions.

As for fish, I would not say that a certain someone you mentioned has enough influence over me to make me actively dislike fish. Marine species look magnificent in acquariums when the interior is done right, and personally, I do not mind fish... served with a tasteful side dish, that is.

Best regards,

Vincent Edgeworth

#My father used to have a Great Dane. #It's menacing presence was ominous at times and even though the dog loved me I had the same thought at the back of my mind: #what if one day it decided to drop the act and ripped my throat out? #This is to say that I do not like dogs. Not because of the Dane but in general. #I cannot trust them because of how trusting and loyal they are sometimes. #ooc: thanks to my beloved partner the fandom was blessed with deer-vincent and i want people to Think about him #i doubt that canon vincent would like deers much however i still felt the need to mention them in some way #vincent is a deer a strong graceful scared hit by a car deer #please it makes so much sense to me i-- #also i guess all the animals in this post were also characters in books you usually read to kids #he probably read everything himself. poor boy Did Not need any help and missed out on bedtime strories with his parents #sorry i am sleepy and have too much stuff in my head hope this makes sense!! #vtsom #vincent the secret of myers #vincent edgeworth #rp #ask blog

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[hyenabrainedpup]

I usually listen to like. Those bedtime strory podcasts if im sick and struggling to sleep but ive made a mistake 😭😭 put on watership down and i like it too much to stop listening and actually sleep

#i know it practically off by heart ive read it too often lmao #im so eepy but bunnuy

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