


disintegration

by the color is blinding



Category: iCarly
Genre: Angst, Tragedy
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2010-08-11
Updated: 2010-08-11
Packaged: 2014-04-06 10:09:06
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 374
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6229641/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1836946/the-color-is-blinding
Summary: Everyone always thinks that Carly or Sam will get a mental illness. But what about Freddie? Why does no one think that he will go slowly insane? One-shot. Freddie-centric.





	disintegration

_Disintegration~_

_the color is blinding_

_oh hello again. See you've dropped in. This one is just plain creepy/weird/disturbing. Maybe it has something to do with me writing this at past midnight. _

_Enjoy~_

::

It **start**ed as a pet peeve.

**No**, you're doing it wrong, wrong, all** wrong**.

Then it turned into something more.

If someone did it wrong, wrong, all **wrong**,

I would not be happy, oh no, oh no, oh no, I would not.

"What's your favorite number Freddie-o?"

**Oh, oh. **

Three. It's **three**.

One, two, three, yes-sir-ree.

**Three**.

People just looked at me weird at first. But they grew to accept it.

They figured I was ill; no I was **not ill**, they were the ones who were ill.

Ill, ill, so ill.

I laughed at them so hard it was **so funny**.

Ha ha **ha**.

It got worse after I left the house and got my own.

My own house, all alone.

No one to judge **me** or laugh at** me** or point fingers at **me**.

Alone, alone, **sweetly alone**.

And it got worse as the days went on.

Germs were everywhere: so gross, gross, **nastily gross**.

Had to stay away from them.

I brought wipes **everywhere**.

Had to clean, **clean**, squeakily clean.

Otherwise **I would die**.

Doors were **next**.

Ward off the **spirits**, the spirits, the demonic spirits.

By opening the doors one two** three**

And **then** going in.

Closing them **same way**.

Shoes in **right order**.

**If** not, then it would be **bad**,

And **I would die**, die, die.

Must be correct or **else**

Life would **vanish away**.

Then **i**t **couldn't** **work** anymore.

No no **no** **they took** my home away

**It all away** so far away

Because **I couldn't pay** them no no no

If I did then it would be bad and **I die.**

"What's your favorite number Freddie-o?"

**Oh, oh. **

Three. It's **three**.

One, two, three, yes-sir-ree.

**Three**.

**One two three I die**.

::

_This started out as an OCD one-shot, but it turned into something darker and more insane. Slightly schizophrenic, slightly insane. I myself am not sure what happened up there. Let me know what you thought~ _


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