Based on the picture in the link below (as always, remove spaces) ((Please look at it, the story won't make much sense without the picture reference))

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Don't worry, I haven't abandoned my other VaniVen fic, I wrote this one a little while back and forgot to upload it here until I was listening to Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance (one of my favorite Miku songs) and was like "oh hey. disturbing stuff. I have that fiiic..." XD

This story is rated M for the second chapter, which is thankfully longer than this one.
Also, I think my mind is a little too twisted for my own good...XD

Vanitas chuckled, walking into the room he had abandoned eons ago, surveying how dilapidated everything was now. The ceiling had fallen in, making sunlight finally breach the room that was once only full of tortured screams.

The chairs were still there, he noted, with a small smile.
His comfy little sofa, and the wheelchair.

And oh that wheelchair had been a glorious one. Had places that were easy to attach straps to, that one.
Straps and belts and live wires.

And oh the SCREAMS that would echo about the room.
His screams.

Ven's screams.

Muffled little things, when Vani locked him in the top trunk in the corner, not letting him out until he'd remembered where he put the key.

Sometimes the poor thing remained in there for days on end, in nothing but darkness.

He moved over to sit on the old, rusted thing, sweeping aside his glove that lay there. How long had it been since he'd worn that...oh well, it had been hideous anyways.

The leaves in the corner looked so out of place...but oh they highlighted the stains so nicely, the sun shining through them.

The bloodstained corner of the couch, where Ven had once lay, bleeding out of his chest, Vanitas's name carved into the soft flesh that lay bare for him.

Sweet, darling little Ven.

He's locked away now.

Far away.

The poor thing finally broke...

And Vanitas had no use for broken toys.

and now for chapter two...