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A Grave Misunderstanding- The Unknown/Reader (Dead by Daylight Commission)

This was commissioned by @hexheathen! Hope you enjoy~

All the legends of that terrible place warned you of the consequences of peering into the unknown. Persistence and curiosity will end up getting you killed if you aren't careful...

Warnings: Toxic/Abusive Relationship, General Horror/Suspense, Late Night Shifts, Fear of the Dark, Body Horror, A Series of Terrible Decisions, One-sided Attraction, Obsession, Canon Typical Violence

It was yet another long night for you. Alone, just like you always were… You don’t even know why your boss keeps this shitty theater open for so long. It wasn’t like anyone came here during the weekdays and certainly not after nine at night. There just wasn’t enough business to justify such a thing though… Maybe you should just be grateful that you don’t have to face the public rush every single day like the rest of your coworkers.

You’re at least away from that jerk that you call a boyfriend…

You had stopped in your nightly closing duties, sitting in the midst of rundown arcade games that only barely function and a carpet that was totally ruined with soda, popcorn and other movie theater sweets that are far too overpriced to be bought or sold. Your shoes stuck to the ground and you rhythmically picked up and dropped one of your feet as you tested just how sticky the ground was.

“Ugh, are you serious?!” Your face wrinkles in disgust as you struggle to pull your tennis shoe off the carpeted floor. This was waaay above your paygrade to clean up… Sighing heavily, you pick yourself up off the bench and trudge your way over to the mop bucket that has stood nearly overflowing with dirty water.

“...I seriously hate this goddamn job…”

You slosh the water around with the mop and sling it against the linoleum floor. Why couldn’t this entire theater be like this? It’s so much easier to clean… You were ruminating on all things that were bad and just plain inconvenient in your life. You hated working alone at night. Your mind wanders too far for your liking and you focus on all the wrong things that shouldn’t really matter to you in the end.

Like the guy that cut you off on your way to work.

Or how your coworker just pushed all their unwanted tasks onto you without consulting you.

Or… Or how your boyfriend stays out for days at a time and never calls or messages you like he once did…

You sniffle softly as you watch brownish-grey water pool around your feet. It wasn’t just that… There was so much that was bothering you. He didn’t look at you like he once did, he didn’t say ‘hello’ or ask ‘how was your day, baby’... He- He just didn’t…

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…? I-I just want to be understood…” Your voice trembled under your breath as you sniffled. Large tears welled in your eyes and streamed down your face. Great, now your makeup is ruined too… You pat your eyes dry with the collar of your uniform and struggle to get ahold of your raging emotions. Why are you even thinking about this stuff at a time like this? It had to be terrible for your already ailing mental health-

“Hey…”

You blink, snorting in the snot that threatens to spill out of your wet nose.

H-Huh…? Did you just-?

“H-Hello?” For a fraction of a second, your heart skipped a beat. Your body immediately sobers from the emotional stress that clouded your perception. Your tears dry and you subconsciously hold your breath, uncertain if you should really be waiting for a response or not.

…but you don’t hear anything else. Or… you at least think you don’t.

“Hello…?”

A chill runs down your spine and you suddenly feel like you were being watched by someone.

Or something…

Everyone knew about the stories. The stories about the Greenville theater, about people disappearing into thin air, disappearing after staying in the theater, alone, disappearing when questioning too many things, disappearing in front of large crowds…

“Hey, you-!”

You never believed in those stories. Disappearing into thin air in front of a crowd…? Yeah. Right… It’s just one of those urban legends that are always spreading around. You didn’t even hear about them until after you had started working at the theater, and, well… It’s not like you’ve seen or heard anything out of the ordinary.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

A nagging feeling was gnawing at the back of your head. Something was making the hairs on your body stand on end. You nervously shove your hands into your pocket, blindly feeling around until you finger the small container of pepper spray that you keep on your person as a ‘just in case’ measure. You weren’t ever sure carrying this around was ever really a good idea, but your boyfriend would always insist that you bring it with you when you were out alone.

Ah, your boyfriend-

You blink and the thought escapes to the back of your mind. You had a need to just… double check… Just to see if there were any dumbasses that tried to stay in after closing. It was something that you were warned about, given the theater’s reputation as an urban legend spot. You swallowed thickly and grabbed the mop what good was it going to do? and made your way towards the bathrooms.

“H-Hey! If there’s anyone here, you need to leave! I will call the cops if you don’t!” Your voice echoed in the empty bathroom. There was only the sound of water dripping from one of the faucets. You stepped up to one of the stalls and sucked in a deep breath. You couldn’t see anyone’s feet underneath the stall, nor anyone in the crack in the door.

“H-HEY-!!!”

THUD-!

You slammed the door open and…

Nothing.

There was nothing in there. Nothing in any of the stalls. You started to chuckle to yourself, nervous and on edge. Maybe working all these late shifts was taking a greater toll on you than you originally thought… Maybe you should switch to the daytime-

“Come here-”

You nearly jump out of your skin. For a fraction of a second, you couldn’t feel your own heart beating. The air was trapped in your lungs and your legs refused to work. You were trapped in a freeze response and could do nothing other than strain your ears over the sound of your entire body rolling and shifting in place. Did… Did you really just-

Against your better judgement, you poked your head out of the women’s restroom. Everything in the opening floor was just as you had left it. Some of the lights were on and the bucket of dirty water was right where it should be. You crane your head to the side, eyes straining in the darkness that lead towards the actual theater rooms. No… No, there’s no way in fucking hell that you’re going down there… This was a sensation that you had nearly forgotten about in your day-to-day adult life. The fear of what could be lurking in the dark… Whatever it was, it had to be someone pulling the shittiest prank in all of existence. Once you get your hands on them-

You… You think it came from the men’s room. You nudge the door and, of course, it’s open. Why didn’t you lock them before you started?! You should have just backed away and called the cops. So what if it was a false alarm? This is fucking terrifying! You push the door open with the handle of your mop and your eyes scan the harshly lit bathroom.

There’s…

Step-by-step, you edge your way inside. You shouldn’t be doing this… This is stupid… This is how dumbasses get killed in slasher movies-

“I-If… If there’s anyone in here, you b-better come out now! O-Otherwise I’m- I’m gonna k-kick your ass!” You tap your mop against the tiled wall.

“W-With a mop!”

…as you strained your ears, you heard something.

“URK-!”

There was shuffling in one of the stalls. You lowered your stance and strained your eyes for any movement- anything- but couldn’t see a thing. You thought you heard the sound of something… popping? Or maybe crunching, like a wrapper or some pop-rocks in a person’s mouth. Maybe it was chips…? Your mind was running wild and the more it got away from you, the more grotesque the possibilities became. Maybe it was bones breaking… or joints being popped out of place… Or… O-Or…

“Is… I-Is it…?”

Fucking

GOD-

Your heart nearly fell out of your ass. In spite of your body ceasing to function properly, you heard that voice in crystal clear quality. It was soft and light as air, as if the person speaking was frail and hoarse as though they were sickly. You couldn’t gauge much else about them, since it was so quiet and just… short. You couldn't hear any breathing, no wheezing and no… anything, really. The ambient noise in the bathroom was nearly silent, the hum of the fluorescent lights muted and the sound of your own breathing seemingly vanishing just as the voice did. Into thin air.

In… Into thin air-

“H-He- …hello…?” For some reason, you were drawn to a particular stall. You… You don’t know why you just… stepped up to it, pressing your ear against the cold, metal door. It slightly moved against your weight, showing that it was in fact not locked. You… didn’t push any further. There was a presence on the other side. Someone was there and the annoyance that you felt suddenly shifted into something different.

“Are… you… o-okay…?” What if… What if they needed help? What if they were sick o-or-?

Your heart seized in your chest as you heard that same terrible noise that you heard moments before. Somehow, you just knew they were leaning towards the door too. This was confirmed when the door was pushed back towards you, catching on the locking mechanism that was on the other side.

…….

“...don’t leave me behind…”

You had never run so fast in your entire life. You don’t think you had ever screamed so loudly, either. By the time cops showed up, you had screamed yourself into silence. Even though you had told them- told them!- that there was someone that sounded fucked up in the men’s restroom they just-

Sighed.

And rolled their eyes.

They didn’t bother trying to hide that they didn’t believe you. ‘Really, this shit again?’ was asked directly to your face. W-What…? Did they think it was some kind of prank?! That… That you were just making it up for attention?! They proved to you that there was no one in the bathroom but it didn’t make you feel any better. The cops didn’t check the rest of the theater. They just… left you there, telling you that misuse of emergency services was a crime that you could be charged for the next time that you called them like that. Like ‘that’?! Like what?! You were enraged when you got home and couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how exhausted you felt. When you told your boyfriend about this, he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Well, what did you expect? God, you’re such a drama queen!”

You instantly burst into tears.

What… the hell was even happening anymore…?

You had a few days off from work but you didn’t recover from what happened to you at all. That night kept repeating over and over again in your head when you were awake and in your dreams when you were asleep. You couldn’t talk about this with anyone. Somehow word had gotten out about you calling the cops while working the closing shift and everyone was probably calling you a coward or that you were just an attention whore…

It’s what your boyfriend thought of you so why not everyone else?

The voice that spoke to you continuously repeated in your head. Who… was that? Was it really your imagination? No… it was real. You had no proof, of course, but it was just so… so…

‘...don’t leave me behind…’

It twisted your stomach into knots. That voice was so desperate… The more you thought about it, the less scared you became. Huh… You were a little surprised. In the dark of your room, thinking about the most terrifying moment of your life started to make you feel more concerned than terrified. That voice was so quiet… so… desperate. If… something wanted to hurt you, it would have, right? You frowned. The longer you began to question things, the more you wondered if it really happened at all. It’s such a well known urban legend spot where people have gone missing. Why didn’t you disappear too?

As one of the two people that closed the theater down for the night, you had one of the three keys to enter the building. For some reason, your boss trusted you with it, even though it was a place that people liked to break into for the thrill of it. You had never done something like this before and never thought that you ever would, especially given that you had been utterly terrified only a few nights before. You were due back to work the very next day anyway but you didn’t think that you could wait to confirm your suspicions any longer. This might be the stupidest thing that you’ve ever attempted but so what?

It's not like anyone really gives a damn about what happens to you…

The theater was pitch black and eerily quiet when you approached it from the back. It was already well past closing time so it was no surprise that your coworker had already cleared out for the night but still… It was a little scary…

You sucked in a deep breath as you put the key for the employee entrance into its lock. You were a little surprised that it opened, secretly hoping that it wouldn’t have opened for whatever reason. Why wouldn't it work? You know that key works for that door… You were already losing your nerve and you hadn’t even set foot into the vacant building. Shaking your head, you suck in a deep breath and open the door.

….

Fuck, it’s dark in there… You already regret not bringing a proper flashlight. At least you have your phone… The light from your phone’s flashlight wasn’t great but it was a hell of a lot better than blindly feeling around in the dark.

“O-Okay… I-I’m coming in…”

Who were you even talking to? You still weren’t totally convinced that what you heard the other day was even real. If- IF- there was someone or something waiting for you in there then it only felt right to announce your presence when you were practically breaking into the building. W-Well… was it ‘breaking in’ if you had a key…?

You strained your ears as you timidly stepped inside the break room. Everything was just as it should have been inside. You… don’t know why you expected it to be any different but it wasn’t so… that’s good right?

R-Right?

“O-Oh shit-!” You jumped as you accidently scooted one of the break room chairs against the floor. You fumbled and tried to push it back, nearly knocking it over in the process. You stumbled out of the break room and towards the main lobby of the theater, the linoleum floor still a little wet from being mopped early and thus a little slippery under foot.

Goddamn-! U-Uhh…” You shined your light at your feet and stumbled towards the concession counter, resting your forearm on it as you held your breath for a moment. The silence was unnerving, almost unnatural, just like the dark was. The light from your phone seemed to just halt a mere few inches from your foot. It was so dark that you probably couldn’t see your hand even if it was resting on your nose… Shit, this isn’t right… Why the hell did you come here to this place-?!

“Is someone there?”

You nearly lost control of your bladder and fainted at the same time. Oh my GOD there really is someone here…!

“H-Hello…?” You pressed your back flat against the counter as you waited. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard a familiar popping sound, one that you had heard the last night that you had worked at the theater.

“Is… Is it you-?”

God, that voice was so… so strange but you couldn’t put your finger on why that was. It sounded like there was no breath behind the words that were being spoken. As if that made any sense at all… You swallowed the rising lump in your throat and you exhaled softly.

“I-It’s me… It’s-” You gave the voice your name. The silence was deafening on your ears. Shit… what if it wasn’t looking for you? W-What if-

“....you came back….”

It was spoken directly into your ear, as though whoever was speaking was looming directly over your shoulder. A scream was caught in your throat and you sank to the floor, utterly terrified. You waited for something terrible to happen, to be killed or… or something. When nothing happened, you released the breath you were holding and struggled to slow your rapidly beating heart.

Ba-dum

“...are you going to hurt me…?”

Ba-dum

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear the ghost of your own voice being spoken back at you. The air around you is still and you hear the sound of something creaking and straining underneath a great weight.

“W-Wha-?”

“…I-I just want to be understood…”

That… made you choke up a little. What… What was this…? You were told that the urban legend here was a monster, something that would spirit people away and steal their voices but…

God, this is really getting to you…

You couldn’t answer the voice, your throat squeezing shut as you heard the heartbreak in your own voice being parroted back. Parroted? M-Maybe… Maybe it was something more than that…

You don’t know for how long you sat there on the floor, not moving, not speaking… The presence behind you, leaning against the counter didn’t leave even after you fell utterly silent. You just… didn’t know what to say. What was there to even say? Maybe, if it wanted something else out of you, it would have just taken it. Maybe, like other urban legends, you didn’t do something right and it couldn’t take anything from you yet. Whatever the case, you just sat there and waited. And waited… And waited some more.

But nothing happened.

Even after you turned your phone’s flashlight off, nothing happened. The presence didn’t leave and it didn’t say or do anything else. It wasn’t until it was getting close to the opening shift to arrive at the theater did you finally move, and when you did, the presence behind you totally vanished into thin air.

H-Huh…

You didn’t tell anyone what you experienced that night. You never brought it up with anyone that you went back and re-experienced something supernatural in that place. Perhaps you were just losing your mind… Perhaps there really was something freaking about that theater that no one wanted to talk about. Whatever it was, you thought that it would probably be a secret that you would have taken to your grave. You got back home and couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened there. Maybe you should have ran far, far away but how could you when it was just getting interesting? And after all…

You couldn’t remember the last time that another being was so kind to you…

The next time that you went to work, you were still on edge but not nearly as scared as you were the last night that you were there. Like last time, you announced your arrival and got to work cleaning the theater, starting from the back and working your way up towards the front. As the night went on and you didn’t hear anyone calling out for you, you began to become disappointed. Did… Did you upset them in some way? You were genuinely becoming sad, shoulders drooping and sighing heavily as you mopped despondently.

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” You absentmindedly slapped your mop against the wet ground. You just wanted someone to talk to, even if they were just a figment of your imagination.

“Shh, it’s alright.”

Your ears perk up at the sound of a frail voice speaking out to you from behind the concession counter. There was a kitchen that was bathed in darkness and you hesitated as you took a few steps in its direction.

“H-Hello? Is… Is it you, strange voice?” Was that rude? It might have been rude… You cringed and was about to apologize when they spoke out once again.

“Come here…”

You couldn’t stop a violent shiver from wracking your spine. There was something about that voice that was totally unnatural but you no longer felt the fear that you once felt. You were in the pitch-black with this being for the better part of a night and nothing bad had happened to you… You stopped just shy of the kitchen’s threshold and you prepared yourself for the being to speak again.

….

“Hello-”

It made your heart seize in your chest. How could something be so soft spoken yet so chilling at the same time? After your initial fear passed, you exhaled deeply and you forced a smile to your face. It wasn’t like you were lying by doing this… You’re just a little on edge, that’s all…

“H-Hey! You’re still here!” You were happy that they were still here, waiting for you. The presence in the darkness was still there, staring at you keenly. It laid heavily on your shoulders but instead of feeling objective terror you felt at ease.

Though there was still something lingering that made your skin crawl.

You didn’t know what you wanted to say to the being. At first, you didn’t talk about much, just about who you were, what you were doing there, wondering aloud if you were intruding on the being’s home… You didn’t get much of a response out of them, only a few phrases that it seemed to use to communicate with you.

“Yes, that’s right-”

“No, no-”

“What is it?”

Not all of the voices were the same but they weren’t at all different. It’s like the being was parroting after all, only there seemed to be genuine intelligence behind the responses it chooses to say to you. You weren’t able to learn much about them, given their limited vocabulary, but the most important thing that you learned was that they seemed to linger in the dark places of the movie theater, calling out to you whenever you moved too far away for them to be heard well. After the first few days of speaking to them regularly, you began to turn a few more lights off as you worked, giving the presence more than enough roaming area to stay close to you so you both could talk.

“It’s just that… You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know?” You were idly rolling the powered off vacuum cleaner around the arcade area, procrastinating the work you had left. The area was almost too dark for your liking but your paranoia was muted by the presence that hung over you heavily. You could feel it pressing against you with enough force that your shoulders began to sag from the weight.

“...”

They said nothing but your ears began to ring. You heard no breathing, only the sound of something shifting and popping in the darkness. You swallow thickly as your skin begins to crawl.

“...him- …him- …him-”

W-What? ‘Him’? Him who-? Oh.

“Do you… mean my boyfriend?” Silence answered you but it was filled with anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, trying to judge their intentions but quickly nodded as you grew annoyed with the thought of him.

“Yeah… ‘Him’... What about him? He’s a freaking asshole!” You huffed as you left the vacuum where it was standing, going to sit down on a nearby bench. The presence strained against the confines of the darkness, eager to hear more.

“I can’t believe he left me here!”

Your throat grew tight. Y-Yeah, actually…

“He… didn’t believe me when I told him about you… He made fun of me for being scared that first day…” You chuckled nervously as you tested the ground’s stickiness with the soles of your shoes. It’s unpleasant on your ears, almost as much as the being’s voice as it echoed voices laced with betrayal.

“Why did he leave me?”

“He made a promise-”

Tears throbbed behind your eyes. You sniffled and rubbed your nose on the back of your jacket sleeve as you remembered the look of pure annoyance on your boyfriend’s face as you told him about what was a terrifying encounter that you had while you were alone at work in the middle of the night.

He really doesn’t care about you, does he?

“I… I think he wouldn’t care if I just disappeared one night… “ Your voice trembled slightly as you struggled to swallow down your emotions.

“Do you… really make people disappear? Maybe… Maybe if I disappeared one day, then everyone would be better off…” You laughed bitterly, instantly feeling a bolt of fear running through your body. There was tension in the air and after a moment of silence, the being spoke out of the darkness.

“....don’t leave me here…”

It made you choke up a little bit… You shook your head and tried to smile, ultimately failing as tears streamed down your face.

“S-Sorry… ‘m sorry…”

You had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be needed by another person. You really should leave that jerk… You don’t deserve to be upset every single day of your life for no damn reason…

“He should- G-Go away!”

You were surprised by the forcefulness of the being’s words. It sounded like something was squirming in the darkness, squirming in anticipation.

“W-Well… Yeah… I-I guess so… But-” You thought about it a little bit. You thought about all the times that he was mean to you, that he yelled at you or ‘forgot’ important things or when he ignored you for days at a time…

“Y-You know what-? Yeah. I do wish he’d just leave!” You scoffed, feeling less and less sad the more you thought about it.

“Maybe I should leave him before he tries to dump me! I don’t even think that loser can find anyone that will put up with his bullshit…” You stood up and wiped your face again. You were still feeling down but you were already a lot better than you were before.

“Thanks for that. I think I needed to get that off my chest…” You waited for a reply but didn’t receive one. Odd… The presence wasn’t nearly as strong as it was before. In fact… it was practically gone. Huh…

Their sudden departure made you sadder than you were willing to admit. Were they gone for good? You hoped not… You were going to miss them if they somehow disappeared… The rest of your shift you worked, dejected and upset. The only thing of note that happened was your phone going off in your pocket.

BZZT!

You nearly missed it, since you always had it on silent mode. You were lost in thought and your body was a little stiff from constantly moving so you didn’t realize you were getting a call until after you missed it. You furrowed your brows and frowned.

Who would be calling you at this time of night?

Your brows raised up to your hairline as you scrolled through the dozens of phone calls that you had received in the past half hour. Over and over again, the same number called you, sometimes hanging up and calling you again before the call went to your voicemail. You had an additional eight voicemails, all of which were from the very same person that was calling you repeatedly.

Your boyfriend…

With trembling fingers, you clicked on one of the voicemails, hearing your boyfriend’s annoyed but clearly terrified voice on the other end of the line as he yelled at you for being a ‘pathetic, childish bitch’ for playing such a ‘stupid fucking prank’ on him. What… What was he talking about? You didn’t do anything! Heart pounding out of your chest, you called him back, not bothering to listen to his other voicemails. Maybe if you did, it would have saved you… Maybe, but-

You didn’t receive an answer. No matter how many times you called, he never answered you back. Your entire body was trembling as the possibilities ran rampant through your head.

Was he pranking you?

Maybe someone was pranking him…

W-What if he’s been hurt?

W-What… W-W-What if- i-if-

Maybe if you called the police this time, it would have made the difference. But they didn’t help you last time. They scolded you for calling them. If there’s a problem, you might need to solve it yourself…

You need to face your problems instead of just running away or relying on others to help you…

The home that you shared with your longtime boyfriend was dark. Unsurprising, since even when you left work early, it was still past twelve a.m.. You aren’t sure what you were looking for. His car? There. The door? Closed and locked. The windows? Also all seemed closed and locked…

Unlocking and stepping into your own house felt foreign and alien… It’s like you have never been inside of this place before, in spite of the fact that you have lived here for some years. You strained your ears for a moment, holding your breath as you simply-

-listened.

…

You couldn’t hear anything whatsoever. It was just like most nights that you come home, only even more hostile, if such a thing were possible. You left the front door open as you gathered the courage to speak out.

“H-Hello?”

Silence. Were you losing your mind? Maybe he was asleep, as he always was, and would storm out of the bedroom, pissed off that you woke him up yet again. You don’t think you would have minded that much… Anything was better than this terrible silence.

“H-Hey, are you up there?”

…again, nothing. You swallowed thickly as you debated on what to do. Maybe you should just call the cops… You have more than enough reason to do so, right? As you pulled your phone out, you heard your boyfriend calling you from upstairs.

“H-Hey-!”

The way he called your name made you cringe. As much as your vital organs seized violently, a wave of relief washed over you. So he was okay then?!

“H-Hey! S-Sorry for waking you up! I was just so worried about you-! Why did you call me so much?!” You waited for a reply as you began to take your shoes off. Silence. Is he fucking serious right now?! Giving you the silent treatment when he’s the one that called you nonstop?!

“-i-it’s not funny! Knock it off!”

You furrowed your brows.

“W-What? What are you-?” You walked towards the stairs.

“-come here! Now!”

Again with that tone… You were getting annoyed the longer this went on.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude?! What the hell did I do to deserve this right now?! Huh?! Hey! I’m fucking talking to you!” Your patience has eroded beyond what you were capable of dealing with. You angrily stomped up the stairs, faltering as you nearly reached the top.

“...p-please-”

Your boyfriend was whimpering your name. Instantly the rage that you felt dissolved into something much more terrifying. Panic began to spread throughout your body and you fished out your phone and began to dial the police.

“H-Hey?! Hey?! Are y-you okay?! Hey-?!” You called his name and began to back down the stairs. Fear made you tremble but hearing him calling out to you again, only much weaker this time, spurred you into action.

“S-SHIT-!!! HANG ON-!” You tripped over your own feet as you rushed up the stairs. He didn’t sound like he was playing around! He actually s-sounded hurt or- or-!

As you ran down the top floor hallway, you yelped as you slipped in something wet and sticky that coated the floor. You had to flounder around as you desperately tried to regain your balance, your hand slapping against the wall as you struggled to reground yourself.

“W-What-?! W-WHAT?!”

A metallic smell hits your nose with enough intensity to make you gag. The little surge of confidence that pushed you forward suddenly died in your throat as you freezed in place. Fear had gripped your limbs coldly and you couldn’t move no matter how much you needed to. Your breath was squeezed out of your tightening throat and you felt pure terror as you heard your boyfriend call out to you again. Or what sounded like him, anyway…

“P-Please- C-Come! PLEASE! …don’t leave me here…”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as the door to your bedroom slowly pushes open. You heard a hauntingly familiar popping and cracking noise, like pop rocks in someone’s mouth or someone’s bones being popped out of joint or broken all together. Bile burns the back of your throat as something your eyes couldn't fully comprehend clumsily stumbled out of the bedroom. Something hard slammed into the door and a glint of something wet and sharp shined in the dim light of your home. You blink your eyes repeatedly, tears falling down your face as you wonder if this was really happening. It’s just a bad dream, right? It has to be a bad dream!

I-It’s only a- a bad- a b-bad-

“You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know-?”

The second that you finally saw it in all of its terribleness, you opened your mouth to scream.

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sketchraptor · 4 months

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My first comission!!!!

This was SO MUCH FUN??! I’d made one of myself with my team and my coworker liked it and wanted it for their brother! It was a fun piece, and I always like drawing some cute ‘mons.

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milkytheholy1 · 1 month

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Hiya everyone, I really hate to do this but work has been cutting my hours down and I'm just about to move out into a flat that realistically I can't afford. So I will be introducing paid stories.

I've contemplated on doing this multiple times but also stopped myself because I don't like the idea of it. However, with the situation I am in I have to try and make some extra cash wherever I can.

So I will be doing commission based work, commissions will be done through PayPal and prices will be placed below. Just simply privately message me with how many words and what premise the story or X reader is and as long as it doesn't break these rules below you'll be golden.

Rule one: no incest

Rule two: no mentions of suicide or harmful subjects

Rule three: I will write lime but not smut

Rule four: nothing with underage characters or adults x children.

Prices:

Commissions will be paid for in advance and once that has been done the story will be written and sent to the person who purchased it. If they wish to have it made public they can.

500 words - £10

1000 words - £15

2000 words - £20

3000 words - £30

4000+ words - £35

I know this is a lot but it's the cost of my time, which is quite limited as I still work and it takes a lot to write well a lot.

Thank you and I hope you understand, Tumblr has been very kind to me and I hope to one day do the same. But for now I am very stressed and very tired and if I can somehow make a little bit of cash by doing something I like then so be it.

And ofc no pressure in doing this, but I'd appreciate if you can share this as much as you can!

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electric-s0da · 2 months

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I saw @moonverc3x ‘s comment in the tags asking me to post the other commission I did for them. This one is older then the last one so the style probably looks different.

#kirby #kirby right back at ya #my art #hoshi no kaabii #kirby ocs #not my oc #paid commission #open commissions #commission

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pink-anonymous-person · 1 month

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[art commission made by lovely zamasumortalplan]

what are they doing?

they could be having a double date, (Yin x Ras + DG x Damon),

or maybe

three guys dating with the same girl

or .. just four friends having a good time

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potatomountain · 10 months

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Art prints from my favorite Ateez Fanart artist she.drawssss on etsy ^^

The Legolas Yeosang was a commission I finally got my prints for 🥰🥰

#ateez #ateez fanart #legolas yeosang #legolas #kang yeosang x reader #vampire ateez #vampire hongjoong #fruits basket hongjoong #kyo sohma #hongjoong #fruits basket #art prints #ateez art #paid commission

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art-g0blin-draws · 5 months

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Another digimon commission for a friend, this time Their tamer from a digimon mobile game, "digimon Re-Arise", which i think was a mobile game until it was shut down about a year ago, i think.

This one was tough (and also long overdue) because i couldn't figure out how to draw herrismon. spiky things aren't typically in my skillset lol. Still, i got into the groove of it and managed to finally finish hits one up.

Even got a pose for the tamer that i've never tried before. all and all, i'm pretty happy with this one, :D

#digimon #digimon adventure #digimon tamers #digital art #fanart #digital #digital artist #digitalart #herissmon #rookie digimon #digimon oc #digimon tamer #digital world #commission #paid commission #digimon world #digimon cyber sleuth

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sniperct · 3 days

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maum0raart over on twitter did a lovely commission of my girl Ithilrin Starfall, I'm beyond delighted!

#ithilrin starfall #my oc #maum0raart #paid commission #paid art #elf #high elf #the lord of the rings #noldor #also some other stuff

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mamacat1409 · 1 year

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☆ My Art Commission ☆

Painted by IG @/jellery__

Prince Irus, Sir Oren & My MC: Calanthe

Book: Crown of Exile

Author: @ramonag-if

An another fanart commission for an outstanding writer! 🥰✨️🩵💕

#crown of exile #crown of exile fanart #prince irus #sir oren #mc x sir oren #mc x prince irus #kingdom #adventure #romance #interactive story #interactive fiction #digital painting #digital art #semi realism #fanart commissions #paid commission

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elenafinds · 7 months

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'That Girl'

links to products in bio, ad.

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witchthewriter · 9 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swearing

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Time seemed to go by quickly. With work, seeing Jax and bonding with the boys, your life seemed so … full.

Compared to a few months ago, when it was just you, your life seemed a little lost. No grand ideas or plans. Just working at Skeeter’s and taking it day by day. Now, well you barely had time to yourself. Except when Jax was away, and you were at work at 3am.

Jax promised that when he got back he would take you out on a date. One that would be the best date yet. To make up for him being away so much.

And that’s what you were thinking about when you heard a loud bang at the back door. You knew Skeeter had forgotten his key. Huffing, you wrapped your jacket closer around your body and trudged from the front desk through the cold building and down the few steps to the back door.

The back room was an awful yellow colour, a possible attempt at brightening the room. Although you had asked again and again in the past, Skeeter had never let you re-paint it.

White and chipped, the door was as old as the building itself. With a brass knob, you had done all you could to clean this room up.

Wriggling the bronze key in the keyhole, you twisted it and pulled, and a gust of air blew in.

“Forgot my-“

“Yeah I thought so,” you cut off Skeeter, who shut the door behind him.

“Everything all good?” He asked, wrapping his arms around himself. He let you lead him back to the front desk.

“We actually have a few things to discuss… and I don’t think you’re gonna like it.” You said with a grimace, having a small business – but this particular niche small business meant weird forms and certain taxes had to be paid.

Office work wasn’t exactly your forte, but you helped where you could because of how comfortable you were working here.

“Well fuck, lemme have a look at them,” you shuffled the papers and gave them to him, and he sighed as soon as he started reading.

“I’m gonna handle these,” he said, shaking the white bunch of a4 papers while lumbering off. His big boots made the ground shake.

With your shift nearly over, and with nothing else to do, you decided it was the perfect time for a smoke break.

Outside was sickly cold, but you weathered it, barely able to light the roll-up. Taking a few tries, you sighed in contentment as you leaned against the wall. Usually Happy would be here, and you’d have almost mental conversations; the ability to speak with just your facial expressions – and sometimes, even your eyes.

But he had gone with Jax, and you were alone.

You didn’t mind it.

The quiet.

Well, except for the chirping crickets, and the eyes that blinked from bushes.

A chill ran down your spine.

You had watched documentaries about the Appalachian mountains and the horrors that resided in them.

Blaming it on the cold, you cut your smoke break short and went back inside.

Since Jax was gone, you thought you would bring out your own bike. A 2004 Vulcan Kawasaki 800. Black, a bit of a fix-up, but you loved her.

However, you had been hiding your little lady from both Jax and the club, knowing an Old Lady...or any other woman in these men's lives weren't supposed to ride. But you’d had her before getting into the club, and you weren’t going to give her up now.

Whenever the Sons were away on business, you were partial to bringing out the ol’ gal, and now you started to bring her to work.

It wasn’t a secret per say, but you liked to keep the information on the down low. You didn’t know how other’s would react. There wasn’t a lot of biker women, not ones that were involved in the club. Hell, even Gemma didn’t have her own bike and she was seen as Queen of the bikers.

So, you feel as though you had to keep the information to yourself.

Unser and a few of the prospects were looking after the clubhouse while the rest of the Sons were away. And you had a heavy emptiness in the pit of your stomach. They were a big part of your life, and you missed them a lot. But you would never let them now that...

Maybe it wasn’t the best decision, but you rode over to the clubhouse and wanted to look around. Make yourself familiar with it. Your reason was that you thought you left an item of yours here a few months ago – when you had been kidnapped.

Oh, what a fucking thought. You had been kidnapped…was there something wrong with you? Because it didn’t rile anything up in you. Nothing at all. It was the same as saying, "tomorrow is going to be cold."

Your mind emptied as you sat on your bike in the lot. Letting the sun beat down on your black leather jacket and dark jeans. It felt nice. Filling you with warmth, so much so that it bordered on contentment.

What a sentiment.

That emotions could be evoked by physical actions. Or rather, emotions can be evoked by the elements themselves.

While sitting there, the motor switched off, a car came up beside you.

Taking off your helmet, shaking out your hair and flicking on the brake pedal. You looked to find a man in a light blue car. Not Wendy and not Gemma, you thought with a sigh. They must be looking after the boys.

Stepping off your bike, the stranger exited the vehicle the same time and you ended up walking towards the clubhouse at the same pace. Weird?

“Hey cariño (sweetheart), how are you?”

You couldn’t deny that this tall, tanned man was handsome. Maybe not conventionally, but there was a lot of charm that radiated off of him.

“I’m good, thank you.”

You hadn’t seen this man before, and had no idea what to do. Ask him if he needs any help? It’s not your shop … God what if he asks if you need any help?

While lost in your thoughts, you had both walked to the benches.

“I’m Nero,” he held out his hand and you took it.

“I’m Zo,” you replied going in for a shake, but Nero gently twisted your hand and brought the back of it to his lips.

“Oh-“ you huffed, and smiled, wide-eyed. You were so telling Jax about this. Would he get jealous? You hoped so.

Nero seemed to saunter away and you watched him with a cocked head, completely confused. “I have no idea…” you shook your head and walked into the clubhouse.

It was empty. As in… really empty, and quiet, which didn’t feel right. But it was a mess, and from the corner of your eye, you saw a croweater picking up trash.

Fuck croweaters have it bad, you thought. But your heart was too kind to let her do it by herself. You wouldn’t spend all day here, but lending a hand wasn’t too big of a commitment.

“Have any extra trash bags” You asked her, with your black heeled boots, tight jeans, black shirt and leather jacket.

“Uhh, you don’t have to-“

“I know, I want to.” You said as you spotted the bags. Ripping off one, you started filling it with everything.

“I’m Tina,” the girl said. She wore revealing clothes; a tube top, high heeled stripper shoes, and booty shorts. You had to look away every time she bent over. (The first time you didn’t look away in time and saw her lace g-string.)

Five minutes later, you heard the door open and close. You were on your second bag when a croaky voice filled the room.

“Hey, aren’t you Jax’s new girl? Zo?”

You turned to find an average height white man, he was balding and wore a run-down shirt.

“Sure am,” you replied with a small smile, still picking up rubbish.

“I’m Unser, nice bike.” He came over and shook your hand and regretted it immediately because it was sticky from liquor.

“Sorry,” you mumbled and gave him a wry grin. Trying to ignore the bike comment.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and nodded his head. You were struck by the feeling of kindness. This man had a lot of heart. And a lot of goodness in it.

Only a day later, your wait had ended. At home, you switched off your tv as you heard the oncoming sound of a bike engine.

Jax had returned, and you were just as excited to see him as the first time he went away.

Even though he came back at the most odd times in the night (to a regular person), you were awake and bright, ready to welcome him home.

You were wearing a t shirt and a pair of underwear when you answered the door. A few beers already thrown back throughout the night, in anticipation and anxiety. But as soon as you saw him, all that dread dissipated.

“…Zo,” he didn’t waste a moment.

Picking you up, a hand on your bum and the other around your waist, your wrapped your legs around him and instantly you melted together.

“Oh, I missed you,” you whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe.

A low chuckle that promised … something… made your insides squirm. His lips attached to yours and didn’t leave your body all night. Not until you had both fallen asleep and woken the next day.

The next morning, after a night full of love-making, sex and fucking; yes all separate things. Jax's gravelling morning voice woke you.

“I’ve planned our day,” he said as he laid against the headboard. You were leaning against his stomach, perfectly contented. Jax twirled a piece of your hair around his fingers, marvelling at its colour. Brown with tinges of red in the sunlight.

“Oh- have you now?” You said, lightly biting a piece of flesh exposed.

“Yes-ow,” Jax replied, hunching over, and laughing.

“Oh, I didn’t even bite you that hard, you baby,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes.

“Huh, really?” Jax looked at you and you saw the intention before he even moved. You squealed as he jumped on top of you and started biting your skin. Not any harder than you had, but it made you giggle.

“Jax!” You yelled, and the dogs came running. They jumped onto top of the bed and started digging into Jax’s armpits and licking his feet.

“Ah!” He laughed, and you pinned him to the bed, the distraction giving you the upper hand.

Pinning his arms above his head, you gave him a deep kiss and said, “So, what do you have planned?”

Flipping you over, laying his body atop your own, he grinned down at you.

“Big breakfast, because later tonight I’ve got the boys to make a drive in for us.”

You blushed deeply because that was one of the things that you loved most. Drive-ins. It meant that he had been listening to you.

“Really?” Your ears felt hot, and Jax could see they were slightly pink. He reached out and rubbed the tip of one.

“I know I’ve been away a lot, and that’s not fair. Especially since we’ve just started this … thing between us.”

The breakfast was wonderful. Bacon, toast, eggs, juice; you deduced that Jax had one of the Sons, probably a prospect, to run out and get all the groceries. When? You had no idea. Whenever you were near Jax, time seemed to stop. As if you were in a trance.

You never thought the day would come. But it had, and here you were, with the Prince of Charming.

You felt like royalty. Well…you were royalty…In this world of guns and dealings, you were the partner of the leader. And his club was prospering, which meant you were the Queen of a prospering land.

Both you and Jax moved about your kitchen, scraping left overs into the dogs bowls’ and cleaning up the dishes and pans. You moved like magnets, opening and closing drawers and cabinets, washing and drying.

You wondered if he noticed.

He did.

Jax knew how he felt here. So, at ease. He couldn’t wait for tonight. And for the rest of the nights to come.

The night came by quickly, and slowly at the same time. It was one of those weird times when time itself hurried and yet took too long. It was most likely because you were filled with so much anticipation that you could barely sit still.

You watched a movie with Jax and then he left for a few hours, to fill the van with a mattress, pillows, and blankets. Two six packs and a lot of snacks.

During that time, you fretted over what to wear. Even though you would be looking at a screen for a few hours, you wanted to look your best.

Curled hair, a dab of concealer here and there as well as mascara.

He came to pick you up just as dusk was blooming across the sky. A brilliant swirl of purple, pink and orange. The clouds had departed and you looked up in awe. But only for a moment, because the man of your dreams was finally in your grasp.

With the car pulling up, you put on your shoes, picked up your bag and walked out the door. Walking towards the car, Jax got out and met you.

Holding your head in his hands, he kissed you deeply and when you pulled apart he gave you a wink.

“Let’s go.”

Jax walked around to your side and opened the door, helping you in. He took a moment to stare at your ass. And you definitely noticed but didn’t say anything. When he started the van up, your nerves turned into pure excitement.

You nearly gasped at the set up. In one of the unused parks, was a white sheet and a projector that was waiting for the two of you.

Chucky sat behind the projector and waited for the signal. Bobbing his head up and down, he was just as excited as you are.

You and Jax wriggled to the back, took off your shoes and got underneath the covers. With a fizz and a pop, Jax handed you a beer and you took it gladly. Clinking his against your own, you smiled up at him and snuggled into his side.

Chucky received the message and rolled the tape. A classic. 'IT,' starring Tim Curry.

In all honesty, if someone asked what movie you were watching, you wouldn’t be able to answer them. You were too engrossed in the look of Jax. The way he looked, especially after taking a sip of his beer. He was entrancing.

Thanks to all the beer you'd ingested, you blurted something out.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know you,” you said to him underneath your breath. You didn’t even mean to say it, you weren’t even thinking of it.

The night wasn’t cold, but it was nice to feel Jax close. His sent was musky, mixed with leather and cigarettes and a certain brand of cologne. You'd have to find out what it was.

“Well there were things about you that I didn’t know until today,” he looked at you with a raised brow and a ghost of a smirk.

“Oh, he told you, that fucking-“ you shook your head as your mouth gaped. Unser, yeah great with secrets.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell me you rode?”

“Because … Old ladies aren’t supposed to? I don’t know. I just didn’t want to give those who hate me another reason to.”

Jax raised both of his brows.

“And who hates you?” His arm pulled you closer to his chest, a silent reminder that he was here.

“Um, your mother, Wendy, the croweaters, I think Bobby doesn’t like me all that much-“

“First of all, Bobby is a short fat man with a permanent frown on his face. And he doesn’t hate you. Wendy feels territorial – as does my mother. I can speak to them tomorrow if you want me to-“

“No, no. Please don’t. If there’s going to be any talking it has to be from me.” But even as you said it, your stomach churned.

“And who is Nero? Because I met him during my visit to the clubhouse…” you trailed off, and watched a flicker in Jax’s eyes.

“He’s um, a partner in one of the club’s businesses,” he said shortly and you nodded, not asking anything more about it.

You were going to tell him about the hand kiss, but there was something there, something you could tell would hurt rather than be humorous.

So, you stayed silent.

The night ended earlier than you would have liked. Right in the middle of the movie, Jax got a call.

“What? How? Jesus fucking – okay, okay,” he shook his head and gave you a sorrowful face. The darkness of the van changed from comforting to distressing. For some reason, you wanted to turn on a light or ... transport yourself back home.

Something didn't feel right.

“What’s up?” You asked, already knowing the answer. Club business.

“I’ve got to go away again. Tonight.” For some reason, you felt sick. A churn in your stomach.

“I’m sorry babe, I know I said no more for a while but some shit has gone down and Chibs and I need to hit the road, tonight.”

You sighed but followed him to the front of the van. He slammed the back doors shut and jumped in the front.

"I'm sorry," he said. And you just nodded. A dark feeling washing over you. The drive back was silent, but he grasped onto your hand, and you held back just as tight.

At home you helped him packed.

You plucked his bag from the floor and started filling it with things he might need. Toothbrush, toothpaste, extra shirt, socks and underwear. But your hand felt something square and hard.

Furrowing your brows, you took it from his bag, but as you were about to open it, you heard his footsteps coming down the hall.

You shoved the leather cube back into his rucksack. Just in time to feel his arms slid around your waist and head rest in the crook of your neck.

“Just be safe okay?” You murmured and then turned to give him a bone crushing hug.

The tension in your shoulders started to build.

When he was ready, you walked with Jax outside, Angus and Django trailing behind you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. For a moment he just held you. Taking in your scent, the way you looked in this moment, he nearly sighed. Your beauty was only one reason why he loved you, but he knew that word was much too soon to be said out loud.

Kissing your forehead, he rested his against yours and promised once again to be back soon.

“Please be safe,” you said with a sad smile, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“I will, Chibs is coming. The rest of the boys will be home. Here to look after you."

"I'd rather they be with you. I have a bad feeling Jax-"

"Babe, please. I'll be fine. I love you."

And the words were said. They couldn't be taken back, or unsaid. It was a slip of the tongue but he meant it.

You were gobsmacked and had nothing to say. So, that's how Jax left you. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

You watched him get on his bike and leave. But on the inside you were chanting the same thing.

He’s fine, he’ll be fine, there’s no one better for him to be with than Chibs, he’ll come back.

Those thoughts became a mantra over the next few days, especially when he wasn’t able to contact you.

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mara-xx217 · 1 month

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A Match Made in Hell- (A DBD Commission) Jed Olsen (Ghostface)/Reader

This was a paid commission! I hope you enjoy~

How could he think that you wouldn't learn this fact? How could you not think that he would learn the same about you? Really, you are a match made in hell...

Warnings: Serial Killings, Murder, Stalking, Arson, Murder, Super Toxic Relationship, Choking, Implied NSFW

You came across the find of the century. There was another on the turf of your home city serial killer. No matter what the police say and your newspaper prints, you know that it was someone else. A new face but someone that wasn’t new to the game. You had gotten a peek of a crime scene that the police had only just arrived at. Blood was everywhere but it wasn’t haphazard or sloppy, almost as if the killer had tried to make art out of their kill. You managed to snag a handful of photos before the police shoved you out of the way, calling you a ‘vulture’ as they threatened to arrest you should you obstruct them further. As much as you wished that you had gotten some better pictures, this was more than enough to prove without a shadow of a doubt that there was another murderer in Roseville.

“You… do realize that we can’t publish any of this, right?” The chief editor of the Roseville Gazette had a sickly pale green hue to his face as stared at the photographs you presented to him. Several of the other editors had to turn away, some shaking their heads and others leaving the room entirely as they claimed they had ‘other things’ to do. The giddy rush of your find was quickly soured as the chief editor flipped the photographs around, so that they faced the desk underneath them.

“W-Wha-? Are you being serious?! Do you have any idea of what this means? Doesn’t the public deserve to know just how dangerous the streets are-?!” The sudden wave of a hand has you silenced. Of everyone in the room nearly everyone seemed almost scared that you had brought such information inside of their building. What are they? Cowards or something?! There was only one person that didn’t seem perturbed by what you had shown them. Only one, and unsurprising to you, they were the one person that has irked you from the moment they set foot into your place of work.

“Just-! Get this shit off my desk and burn them for God’s sake! Jesus Christ-!” The chief editor sat back in his chair, looking exhausted.

“And get out of my office while you’re at it!”

You snorted as you picked up the photographs. You didn’t spare a moment before you stomped out, yanking the door open with enough force that it bounced off the wall behind it. As you took a step out of the chief editor’s office, your eyes locked onto the new guy’s, the one that you didn’t like for… whatever reason. For a fraction of a second, you saw… something. Whatever it was, it was over before you even had the chance to internalize it but in your core, you knew exactly what you saw.

A challenge…

What kind of challenge was it…? One between reporters? Or was it-?

It kept you up all night. There was a gnawing in the back of your head like a nagging question. It made the hairs on your body stand on end but it also made excitement pool in your gut. Could it be…? What would be the odds of such a thing? Low, almost improbable… But likely not impossible, right? You remember the interviews that the new guy had with two people that were killed by the new serial murderer- what was his name? Jed?- and remembered that they both were stalked and received phone calls and photographs of themselves from within their homes days before they were found killed in their homes. One was stabbed to death in the shower, ‘Psycho’ style and the other looked like they were surprised as they were cooking breakfast, their house nearly catching on fire from the unmonitored stovetop that was still on.

You got up after the clock struck two a.m. and glossed back over all the articles that the Roseville Gazette had published over the past few months. Indeed, all of them were written as though the same killer had perpetuated all the recent hot topic murders in the city. You frowned at the fact that all the articles that you had written were nowhere to be found. Actually… the more that you read, the more that you realized that all the articles on the new murders were written by the same reporter. You quirked a brow. Oh?

Now this is interesting…

As you looked over more and more articles, the hairs on the back of your neck began to rise. A thrill ran down your spine and pooled in your gut. You just knew that something was going to happen. What, you didn’t know, but whatever it would be, it would be exciting. You sat back in your chair and waited, exhaling sharply through your nose as you stared at your cell phone that was resting on the table in front of you. You knew this guy’s type very well.

He’ll call you, without a doubt.

Unsurprisingly, your phone began to ring. This asshole is probably watching you as you sit at your kitchen table… If he wasn’t watching you through a crack in your blinds, then he was likely inside of your house. As excited as you were, you couldn’t help but to feel a wave of apprehension washing over you at the thought of this creep being in your house. What was he? A dirty pervert? You scoffed to yourself and picked up your phone, answering it with your name.

“....” There was soft breathing on the other end of the phone. You felt your eyes nearly roll out of your skull as you listened, leaning back further and propping your feet up on your table.

“Sweetie, if this call isn’t going to contain some ‘Black Christmas’ level of obscene caller shenanigans then I’m not interested.” You quirked a brow as you heard a snort then a short bark of laughter.

“Well, well! I’ve never had that kind of reaction before!” The man on the other side sounded totally unfamiliar to you. His voice was deep and smooth, almost a purr as he was no doubt staring at you lounging in your dining room.

“Hmph, perhpas… I think that you’re just the rest.” You could hear the squeak of leather on the other side of the line.

“Oh? Like what?” You sighed heavily as you inspected your fingernails.

“Disappointing.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, as though the new Ripper of Roseville was genuinely surprised. Everything about you screamed that you were bored: your posture, your voice, your sheer nonchalance in the face of someone that you knew was stalking you and who was incredibly dangerous and no doubt homicidal. It was…

“Hmm…~ I want to play a game.” The man’s voice was as smooth as it was at the beginning of the call. He was judging your reaction, wondering if what he was seeing was real or if you were going to be another disappointment for him.

“A game? No, I don’t think so-”

“C’mon… What’s the harm in a little game?”

“If it’s not ‘what are you wearing’ then I’m not interested.” Again, the squeak of leather hit your ears. To say that your own pulse wasn’t quickening and that heat wasn’t pooling in between your thighs would be an outright lie. Many men have tried to play a dangerous game but they always pussied out just as it was getting good.

You just knew that this one would be different.

“I like how you think.” The man’s breathing was slightly laboured, as though he was out of breath.

“Are you already jerking off, you little pervert?” You let one of your legs slip off your dining room table, revealing the nice lace panties that you had worn to bed. It wasn’t like you were expecting such a thing to happen. No! Not at all… Not at all…

“Aw, you aren’t wearing the red ones? What a shame…” Your heart skipped a beat. An electric pulse shoots through your body as you hold your breath.

So he can see you…

“Those are my favourites… Red really suits you-” From your cracked bedroom door, something was thrown out of the darkness. You yelped and jumped, nearly falling backwards in your chair from surprise. A pile of what sounded like paper was thrown, whipping all over the floor of your living room. No, wait- Not paper.

Photographs.

“-just like blood.” His laughter made your heart pound in your ears. You shot up from your chair and snatched a kitchen knife from the knife block in your kitchen. As you stormed towards your bedroom, the photographs caught your eye. T-That’s-!!!

Unsurprisingly, there was no one in your bedroom when you kicked your door open. No one was in the bathroom, in your closet or underneath your bed… Son of a bitch-! Your breaths come out in short bursts as you throw your bedroom door back open, it bouncing off the wall behind it and likely creating a dent. Your eyes were trained on the pictures strewn across the floor. You already knew what was on them but you were still hoping that you weren’t that sloppy-

“GODDAMN IT-!!!”

The knife flew out of your hand and clattered to the floor across your home. How could you be so fucking careless?! That- That fucking asshole-! He-! H-He had fucking-! Your fingers trembled in rage as you quickly collected all the photographs. None of the photos had your face in them but they were damning. If this asshole is using them as blackmail, then he knows- One of the pictures especially caught your eye, one that did show your face. Your breathing hitched and caught in the back of your throat as you looked at yourself, masturbating beside- b-beside- a-and covered in- i-in-

These weren’t the only photos of you, you were certain of that. You were about to burn them but… Shit, you’ve got a serious problem. As damning of evidence this was, you just… couldn’t destroy them. You felt a sick, twisted sense of pride as you looked over them more and more. Wow, he had actually captured you wonderfully… You aren’t sure what you were feeling at the moment. Anger? Definitely. Rage? Absolutely. Flattered? Y-Yeah… Turned on? W-Well…

You dragged your feet on deciding whether or not you wanted to go back to work or if you were going straight over to that asshole’s house and killing him for getting involved in your business. Actually, there are many different reasons why you wanted to kill Jed Olsen: for stealing your promotion at the Roseville Gazette, for being a creep, for being an all around piece of shit, for trespassing on your turf-

“Hey-” You didn’t immediately look up from your work to answer him. You continued typing for some time, slowly tearing your eyes away from your work as you looked up at him with a scowl.

“What?” God, you hated how much more attractive you’ve found Jed after learning the truth about him. His face was smug and confident, punchable and kissable-

“Now, is that any way to talk to a partner?” You felt your ears heat up as he leaned against your desk. He licked his lips as he looked you over.

“You’re going to get some coffee with me.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“What’s the magic word, jerkwa-” The words were choked in your throat as Jed grabbed you by the throat. Your eyes went wide, not wide like his other victims, but still showing your surprise plainly. He felt your pulse throb beneath his fingers and he pressed into it with enough force to make your face turn red.

“Coffee. You. Me. Got it?” Jed’s thumb pressed against your lower lip, calloused from working with his hands for the majority of his life. Your tongue reflexively flicked out, gently trailing against his thumb. You don’t think he was expecting this, as his grip relaxed for a fraction of a second before it became so tight that you felt something pop in your throat.

“You fucking slut-” The look on his face was dark and there was no warmth in his smile. He forced you to lean up as he leaned down, meeting you halfway.

“What do you say we burn this shithole to the ground and get the fuck out of this town, hmm?” There was a dark violence in his eyes that you were intimately familiar with. You had often seen them staring back at you in the mirror whenever you were washing the blood off your body after a successful hunt-

“G-Go w-where?~ H-Huuuh-?~” You were getting light headed from lack of oxygen but you were still acutely aware of what was happening around you. Your coworkers were going about their daily routines, totally unaware that you were talking to another coworker that was actively strangling you as the two of you talked about killing them all. They were so stupid it pissed you off.

It’s just natural selection at this point if they are killed-

“Anywhere… Just me and you…” A soft wheeze escaped from between your lips as your airway was crushed in Jed’s palm. There was a crossroads that was forming before you: say ‘yes’ and your life is over as you know it or say ‘no’ and your life is over as you know it.

Fuck, how can you pass up the opportunity to go out with a ‘bang’?

Your body was still sore from when Jed had dragged you to the supply closet at work. Fuck, how did no one hear the two of you?! He was not gentle with you and even though you were able to hold your screams of pain and pleasure at bay, the sound of your body being repeatedly banged against the closet wall as Jed fucked your brains out. Ah- You keep calling him ‘Jed’, even though you’ve known for a while that it was merely an alias for him. Danny… It’s something that you could get used to saying. Or maybe you should say screaming his name…

It was so spur of the moment for you… for you both. Spontaneity was something you and Danny both were known for but pure impulsiveness? Well, maybe you both had been lying to yourselves. It’s much easier to do stupid, dangerous things when you have an equally dangerous and stupid person encouraging you to go further and further, until you both had two canisters filled with gasoline each and you both had broken into the Roseville Gazette and doused the whole place. One small spark would be enough to engulf the entire building…

What a shame your ex-chief editor was locked in the supply closet…

The Roseville Gazette went up in flames within seconds. The heat of the flames exploded outwards, engulfing both you and Danny within its harsh light. The two of you were dressed in your murderous best: black and masked as you both heard your ex-chief editor screaming from within the hot inferno. Your entire body was trembling with excitement as the fire continued to rage hotter and hotter. It could spread to other buildings if things keep up… God, you fucking hoped that it did. You fucking hate this place and you guess that Danny did too, because he was just as turned on as you were as the screams of agony died down from within the destroyed Roseville Gazette.

“Ha… Ha… F-Fuck-” You pulled off your mask and your face was flushed. You’ve never committed arson before… It felt pretty damn good, even if the smell of gasoline stuck to your clothing and skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Danny pull his own mask off, your eyes going wide as you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head backwards. As he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

It was all tongue and teeth… You moaned as you felt your teeth bounce off of his, nipping at his lower lip and at the tongue that forced its way into your open mouth. Danny’s kiss was wet and overpowering but you wouldn’t let him win easily. You bit him hard enough to draw blood but instead of instantly pulling away, he moaned and kissed you even deeper.

It left you breathless, even after he began to pull away. Even though you knew that the two of you shouldn’t be sticking around for much longer, you wanted to watch the Gazette continue to burn. This had to be the stupidest thing that you have ever done in your entire life, and you are including going to work for a newspaper that was in your active killing grounds. You always got hot and bothered when you reported on your own murders and you guessed that Danny was the same way with his own. He had grabbed you by the neck and was dragging you back towards the car that he had used to drive you both around for the night. You knew exactly what he had in mind, which was the only reason why you weren’t fighting him every step of the way. He’s the only man that’s ever made you sore after doing the deed…

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