I paced back and forth. Ryan and Matthew had suggested a butterfly apocalypse. A butterfly apocalypse would ensure that Aaron Tveit and I would be together forever. No one else would be able to take him away. They had discussed the idea of zombie butterflies, but that seemed..too difficult to contain. It would hardly be fitting if I died from the butterflies of my own creation. No, the butterflies would have to carry something easily preventable…
I replayed the episode again. And again. And again. When Ryan got to the part of dust on the butterfly, something clicked.
Dust. Airborne dust, easily stopped by a gas mask. I would capture butterflies and coat them in a toxin. After a brief google search, I settled on Botulinal Toxins, which kills when 1/1000000000 of a gram is inhaled. Best part? Easily derived from an anerobic bacteria. Much easier, and less well known than anthrax. No one would suspect what was happening. Until they are all dead. No one will get between Aaron and I.
So it began. I have spent the last six months capturing butterflies and deriving the botulinal toxins. I sent a gas mask to the Tveit residence. Hopefully he’ll understand what it’s for. Tomorrow, the butterfly apocalypse will begin.
I looked into the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Eyes filled with determination stared into my own; my steely gaze unsettled me. “You aren’t wavering now,” I told myself. “We’ll be happy…right?” Shaking aside my doubts, I set my gas mask on my face. Then, I descended to the basement. My beautiful butterflies fluttered to and fro in their little cages, oblivious to their deadly purpose. I turned on the machine. And the butterflies became the world’s end.
I set them free. Now it is time to wait.
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