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This is kind of a songy fic. It's so short and semi vague because I wrote it while listening to the song and wanted to make it choppy like some kind of horror movie that fades in and out to different scenes. If it's liked enough I'll write a detailed account of Spencer's dark activities. Think of this fic as a teaser?

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Chapter 1: It's not easy having yourself a good time

The assault of bleach attacking his nostrils gave him a tingling feeling inside. He watched as the liquid he poured intertwined with the red on the porcelain surface.

He strode over to the bathroom's sink lifting the knife to bathe under the water. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smiled, though physically exhausted his eyes looked refreshed.

Gripping the faucet knob tightly he turned off the water stopping the flow. Turning back he reclaimed his position in front of the tub. The velvet color was fading, most of it had made it's way down the long, dark drain. A slight frown appeared at the thought.

Sighing, he retreated to the door, in one swift movement he bent down and picked up the large black garbage bag that sat aside it. Throwing the weight over his shoulder for better leverage he twisted the door knob and left the room.