3 Flavors of Psycho

11:00 Vale Nighttime

41st Street

Dalton Snow's day was just not going well. A week ago his wife for 10 years decided she wanted a divorce. At first it baffled him as his job provides a stable income for both of them and although he travels a lot and doesn't see her as often as he likes he was sure she was happy. Sure the fights about finding a stable and local job were most of their conversations ,but they usually make up with passionate sex, before he goes off the next day. Lately however, his wife seems like she doesn't care if he is home or not and only seems bored of their once beautiful lovemaking. His wife or future ex-wife Sandra is a sweet faired-skinned brunet whose hair fell down to her supple ass. Her tops always seem 2 sizes too small as her E-cup breast always seemed to want to pop out. It used to be all his until he found out through her that she was cheating on him for 2 months with a richer more handsome man that showed profound interest in her. Next thing Dalton knew he's booted out of his house with his suitcases thrown on the street wondering what the fuck just happened. You may be wondering what job he has that caused a rift with wife? Mr. Snow happens to be a freelance photographer that would do any job in either shooting, controlling lights, creating backdrops, and editing photos. It meant he traveled quite a bit to different modeling companies all around Remnant. It meant he was far away from home and away from his gorgeous wife most of the time shooting other sexy and beautiful women. Why just yesterday he received a call to do a private photo shoot with the famous Pyrrha fucking Nikos. He accepted ,but only because he wanted to take his mind off of his problems. It was his passion and career and now his wife has gone to another man, making Dalton extremely depressed now wandering the streets of Vale. What Dalton didn't know however is that he was in 41st street, a more....... criminally selective street at nighttime.

Dalton was a 28 year old man with short curled up black hair. His blue eyes were dulled in sadness with dark bags over his eyes due to lack of sleep. His hands were place in the pockets of a dark blue overcoat place over a plain white T-shirt. His pants were a light blue color and also looked to have patches all over at random.

Kicking a pebble across the street he watched it roll across the ground unevenly until it clinked against a glass door stopping it in place. Dalton slowly turned his tired and weary gaze upward only for it to widen in surprise. For in front of him seemed to be an ice cream parlor that was still open. Despite him being a bit suspicious at one being open this late at night Dalton decided that right now ice cream was needed to cheer him up. So he walked forward only to stop in front of the frosted glass that decorated the door ,before shrugging and going in with the bell ringing it a pleasant jingle.

Taking in the sight he admitted that the inside was quite nice. All the walls were painted in a soft lavender color with ice cream designs and topping painted in decorative swirls and lines. The tables and chairs were a nice white and the floors were checkered tile. Looking to his right he saw a hallway with the walls colored a light shade of purple with a plain restroom sign laying atop the entrance. To his left he saw a glass counter that seem to have every popular flavor of ice cream there is. He saw chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, rocky road, cookies n cream, cookie dough, pecan, caramel, mocha, chocolate mint, sherbet, Neapolitan, birthday cake, cheese cake, cherry, etc.

Dalton looked at a large menu that offered prices due to the cup size and weight of the ice cream cup. He also saw he could get combinations and add-ons such as chocolate syrup and sprinkles. So into the selection he didn't even see the owner pop up.

"Hi!! Welcome to Val-""AAAAAAAHHHHHH Fuck man!!!" Dalton screamed in surprise at the skinny young man before him. The guy looked to be 23 and had a skinny frame that was covered by a white button up shirt with purple overalls. His large round glasses did not hide the embarrassed look on his face as he laughed awkwardly, "Sorry about that sir. I should've at least given you a heads up. I didn't know you'd be so into the menu. Anyway my name is Virgil and I'll be helping you today!" the young man finished with a minor bow.

"Please let me know if there is anything I can get for you.", he said as he straightened up with an friendly smile. Dalton hummed at that before looking over the menu briefly again. He didn't notice however that the shopkeeper gave him an analyzing once over ,before deeming him a regular civilian. Dalton did notice the Neapolitan flavored ice cream and decided to get that.

"Hey can I get a large cup of Neapolitan ice cream 3 scoops should be fine."

"Certainly sir!! Just let me-...........", the shopkeeper stopped as he noticed for the first time that he was incredibly low on that tub of ice cream. He then started to sweat lightly and realized that although this is enough for the order he did not have an extra tub for her tonight. He didn't think it would be so popular these past couple days and customers asked for that more than even cookies n cream. He'd usually always saved a tub ,but when he got busy he must have gone through them all and accidentally put the spare in it's place.

Dalton however did not know that and was getting impatient, "Hey now what's the hold up? I think that's enough isn't there? Why are you frozen like that?"

Virgil turned to face the civilian and shakily spoke, "Sir I must insist you pick another flavor. The cookies n cream perhaps or maybe a chocolate fudge br-", he didn't get to finish as Dalton interrupted, "Look pal, I don't know why the fuck you stopped ,but unless you somehow poisoned that ice cream I fucking want it!! I had a shitty week alright, my wife is divorcing me, I realize my job might've fucked up my marriage, and on top of that your now refusing to serve my ice cream!!! So I want something to clear my head and that Neapolitan is going to do it. SO... GIVE... IT... UP!!

The shopkeeper was shivering as Dalton's bloodshot eyes were not far from his own face. Giving up the shopkeeper gave him the last of the ice cream sealing his fate. Satisfied at getting what he wanted Dalton failed to realize the Virgil wasn't shivering because of him , but because of his own possible fate. After paying for it Dalton sat down at a nearby table grumbling all the way. He took his spoon and was about to dig in until he heard the doorbell chime. Looking up he watched as a petite young woman in fashionable attire and a closed umbrella resting on her right shoulder walked inside the parlor. Her hair seemed to resemble the ice cream in front of him and her heterochromatic seemed to rest on brown and pink. She walked in with confidence as her hips swayed back and forth as she sauntered over to the counter with a sure smile not even glancing at Dalton. The shopkeeper Virgil was literally shaking as sweat seemed to pour everywhere. Dalton continued to watch confused as that smile of hers was wiped out at seeing the empty tub of Neapolitan. He didn't see the exchange between Virgil and the stranger, but after she raised her head Virgil looked like all the color just washed out of him. He continued to watch as she slowly pulled out her scroll ,before typing on it in an incredible show of speed and showed it to Virgil. Poor guy looked like he was going to pass out ,before stammering apologies only for the girl to type more forcefully on her scroll and start tapping her foot. The man just chewed his lip and looked around frantically for an out before landing on Dalton. The man merely pointed at Dalton causing the newcomer to turn around and lock eyes with the photographer who looked incredibly confused. The heterochromatic eyes floated down to his large cup(almost bowl) of Neapolitan ice cream. Smiling once again she raised a glove hand and dismissed the terrified Virgil who disappeared with only an outline left. The petite woman sauntered over with a natural sway in her hips that entranced Dalton briefly. She pulled up a chair and plopped her firm behind on it crossing her legs while giving a cute wink. Pulling out her scroll the newcomer typed on it ,before pushing it in front of his face.

"Hey handsome. I'm Neo it's nice to meet you! :)"

Dalton simply replied with a slow hey and introducing himself in turn.

From then on there was a bit of talking and laughs before Neo asked the big question.

"So I can't help ,but notice you have the last of the Neapolitan ice cream. I usually come here on most nights to get some, but it seems the idiot store owner forgot to order extra this time. Anyways I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I eat that would you? I'll reward you." Neo typed and leaned in giving Dalton a peak at her impressive cleavage.

Unknowingly however this only angered the man, "Oh so your one of those types huh?!",he accused with a snarl on his face, shocking the woman until her eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you mean those types. >:("

The foolish man stood up, his stress and fatigue getting to him, "The type who thinks showing a little skin can get what she wants!! The type that dumps a man out as soon as she is done with him!! The type who is always spreading her legs for more favors or money!! The type that can't be loyal!! The type who is really a cheating, bow legged, stupid ass slut who can't seem to get that some people work hard for the shit they got and you should be more appreciative of them!! Where's my reward huh?! You think you could just come in here and take my hard earned cream. Well guess what this GUY is gonna enjoy his fucking ice cream and there's nothing you can do about it BITCH!! Now why don't you go suck somebody else's dick for some fucking cream.", he finished with stuffing a large spoon of ice cream in his mouth right in front of her glaring at her with angry bloodshot eyes.

There was only silence in the parlor with only sound the dull clinking of the spoon against the bowl as he went for another scoop. His wrist however, was seized quickly by a smaller black gloved one. Dalton was about to go off again until his instincts alerted him by literally rocking his body with the message "You Fucked Up" "You Fucked Up" "You Fucked Up" over and over. The pressure on his wrist kept tightening until he was literally screaming in agony, and let go of the spoon. It clattered uselessly on the floor near Neo's feet. He felt his wrist slowly fracturing until with a sickening crunch she broke his wrist. Dalton screamed in utter pain as he held his broken wrist with one hand and looked up only to see the completely white eyes of a demon staring back at him. The last thing he saw before waking was a tiny gloved fist that connected with his jaw and then it was lights out.

(Normally I'd add a more violent scene ,but due to the site's rules and the incredibly graphic nature of what Neo does to her victims, I'll end it here.)