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If we’re going to torture Barry: he survives an attack from carnage. He spends the next couple years desperately looking for them hoping that they’re still alive and then finds civiles high school and he waits for when he’s alone to him. He tries to explain but then he stops him “I already knew that It was scary at first but then I understood Papa does everything love for me and mama! He protects us! Even if that means his hands are red. Papa would never hurt me but you are a dirty hog to him.”

This ask, along with the one underneath, has inspired me to torture Barry further.

Want to see the Kasadys after a dacade-long timeskip through the eyes of Barry Hatchet?

Check it out under the cut!

• the last time Barry Hatchet laid eyes on you was when you left to get some overpriced coffee from a San Francisco café; you looked as beautiful as the day of his return to NYC; you were wearing red;

• the last time he saw his son Clive, he was carrying him to his crib; and the first and last time he saw Carnage, the creature that's been terrorizing NYC, was when he entered his baby's room; and it spoke to Barry before slicing his dick off: "good evenin', Hog Jr.; that's my boy you're holdin' and that was my woman you've been gettin' cozy with;"

• the words didn't make sense to Barry the time; all he knew was that he's been emasculated; literally; when the paramedics came, he had lost enough blood to lose his memories too; but he recovered them in time with his body;

• moving on with his life was not what he wanted to do, but it was the only choice presented to him; as a surviving victim of Carnage and Cletus Kasady (which the Spider-man swung all the way to San Francisco to catch), he had more in common with you now that you were dead; or, so the police speculated;

• the next time Carnage escaped, Barry didn't rely on any authorities to keep him safe; the NYPD knowing your location is what had left a trail for that monster to follow you in the first place;

• he trusted no detective, but the private ones; so, after years of moving around all across the US, working in both butcher and craft shops, he settled back in NYC and hired a PI; it took him several more years and multiple PIs to track you down, but he did; "that damn redneck moved back to the South," he seethed, learning by now that Cletus Kasady was raised in Brooklyn, despite his Southern roots;

• when he eventually made it to the small town you've settled down in, he drove past your house; there was a new pick-up truck parked right outside the renovated farmhouse; he's seen the photos the investigator took, so he shouldn't have been surprised to see how cozy your property looked; it made him envy the man as opposed to making him pity you;

• the next day was a school day, so, after getting only a couple of hours of sleep, he made his way to the local middle school; his 10-year-old son Clive (now going by Cain) was supposed to be there along his 8-year-old sister, Louise; he saw the both of them get on the school bus from his car he parked right across the street;

• for the next week, he did this; either from his car, or by pretending to be a pedestrian; his baby boy, his Clive was all grown up; he couldn't get close and he shouldn't have either; it's a small town, so it's only a matter of time until anyone notices the latest one to move in is creeping around the school;

• he got hired in the local woodshop, painting furniture; the pay was shit, but that wasn't why he was there; he could've been on the other side of town, in the slaughterhouse, working for Cletus Kasady himself; but he couldn't do that, could he? sure, he could expose him as the monster that he was, but nobody seemed to suspect Kurtis "Butch" Cassidy; he made it easy for them, but they just closed their eyes to the truth;

• it took him two months to work up the courage (or to make a death wish) to seek out his son again; the woodshop had a delivery to make and the client was Mrs. Cassidy herself; you had to refurbish the nursery before the new baby arrives;

• "saw the missus just the other night at the diner; she looked about ready to pop, but said the baby ain't do for another month," his boss boasted about his closeness to the Cassidys; "think that's the second time this month they went out; Butch loves spoilin' his lady; he loves knockin' her up and showin' her off even more; all this?" he then directs Barry's attention to the furniture they loaded in the truck; "that's for baby number four;"

• Barry's stomach flipped and flopped the entire drive to your house, but it wasn't motion sickness; he hoped that the years apart, the overgrown beard and the old cap on his head would protect his identity from you; he simultaneously wished he'd be your savior again; he's raised one of your children before, so he'll raise four of them if you asked it of him; he had no means of impregnating you or anyone else anymore; that monster saw to that when he sliced his family jewels off;

• he'd seen you in pictures, alive; but it was nothing like the real deal; even ten years later, you looked the picture of motherhood; you greeted them on the porch with your two-year-old on your hip and literally barefoot while very pregnant; he took his hat off and introduced himself as Basil, but you were too distracted to notice how he was avoiding your eyes; along with his boss, you were fawning over Cornelius "Nelly" Cassidy and how big he had apparently gotten;

• since his boss knew his way around the house and was a friend of the family, "Basil" got to be out of your sight while they set up the furniture upstairs; you only joined them after they were finished, admiring his work and thanking them for the effort; "I got sweet tea if you boys are feeling thirsty," you invited them out on the porch and Barry got to cool down with a drink before spotting the oldest Kasady child again;

• he was chasing a cat around and the poor thing barely got away; after it climbed into the nearest tree, he began climbing after it; "Cain, baby, get back here," you called to him, as overprotective as he remembered you; you even kept your daughter close, squeezing her hand when she tried running after her brother; Barry promised you he'd go help him and so he did; but he was too late;

• an eager Cain cried in frustratation as he fell from the lower branches; you cried in terror, but were slow to catch up with them; "Baby, are you hurt?"; "don't worry, ma'am," Barry helped Cain up; "Clive's fine;"

• "who's Clive?" the gangly boy, tall for his age, but sounding even younger, looked at him like he was a stranger; and he was; then, he looked at you; "I'm fine, Momma,"; if you were scared before, you looked terrified now; you got to look into “Basil’s” eyes and his cover was blown;

• "Momma?"; "how many times did I tell you to stop terrorizing the cats?"; "sorry," he said, but it was devoid of any remorse "hope the baby's not freakin' out in your belly"; he must've apologized for stressing the unborn child so many times before; the only emotion he heard from the boy was when he called out to his blood father: "Dad's home!"

• the pick-up truck pulled up and you were dragged away from him by Clive - Cain, actually - who was leading both of you towards it; "Daddy," Louise bounced in place with her baby brother in her arms; Barry watched as the child he had once called his jumped into the arms of the man who took everything from him

• he watched as he was spun around, and heard him express more of that emotion: happiness; he was happy; and, as they were joined by your other children, you looked the picture perfect old-fashioned Southern family;

• "how's my youngest?" Cletus asked, one hand rubbing at your sore back and the other placed protectively over your belly; "baby is fine," you leaned against his side, head resting on his shoulder; "how's Mommy?"; "Mommy missed you, Daddy;" your children went from trying to drag the both of you inside, pulling at your arms, to letting go once the two of you started sucking face;

• "stop," Louise laughed; "stooop; Daddy, stop; Mommy and I made your favorite;" Cletus looked down at the light of his life; "can't wait to taste it, Lulu; now get your brothers and mother inside; I gotta take these trespassers off our property;"

• "evenin' to you too, Butch," the woodshop owner teased him before shaking his hand; "told you about the Northener workin' for me? he painted the crib the missus is crazy 'bout;" "Basil," he introduced himself, eyes on the ground; "thanks from pleasin' my lady, Basil," he squeezed his hand a little too tight, and, just as Barry began to fear being discovered, he was released; "she was dead set on red;"

• as he got back into the truck, Barry saw his son - Cletus Kasady's son - stare at him through the kitchen window; he'd escaped unscathed tonight, but he knew he wouldn't be so lucky next time;

#Ask #Anonymous #Cletus Kasady x Reader #Carnage x Reader #I know this isn't what either of you had in mind #but you did inspire me #so I thank you #and hope this pleases you

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