𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞. [elmo x reader]

CHAPTER SEVEN [FINAL]

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“what kind of deal?” asked y/n.

a stranger is always watching.

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lmo’s eyes held a mysterious
glinter in them.

“one in which we both….”

but i thank the heavens that
not many strangers saw us that night

“die”

the night in which we both died.

the night in which we bid our final
goodbyes to this world.
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“𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆?”

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“are you crazy?!” i shouted harshly, clutching his collar. “have you lost your damn mind?!” his eyes stayed locked on mine, not wavering in the slightest. eyes that were ice-cold and brutally honest. i gulped.

“so what if i have?” he spoke calmly over my panic, realising my hands from his collar. “you want to die too, is that not true?”

“....”

“my point is, then at least let’s die together”

“we… barely know each other though…” i argued. elmo scoffed, “i know, but isn’t that just the more fun? commiting a double suicide with a stranger who you know little of but bonded over through coffee talks? you don’t know my whole story and neither do i but we, considantaly, both want to die.”

i glanced at him. “isn’t it interesting?” he smiled.

“i suppose” i said with one of my own.

elmo offered me his hand, “so, what do you say y/n?”

“will you be willing join me in a double suicide?”

i chukled taking his hand, “what are you now, dazai?”

“𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍”

“nope, just another kid with a death wish”

☕

“but why though?”

elmo took a sip of his coffee.

“like i said, because unlike life, death is equal. death is not just simple tragedy, in my opinion death is a form of art
that goes beyond what the human eye can see.”

“in my opinion you are fucking crazy”

“in my opinion so are you, so you
have no right to talk”