𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙼𝚎 {𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

I'm not scared of you|| ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

You and F/N had gotten bored and were starving so you both went to the kitchen to make some dinner, while in the kitchen you noticed the neighbor's son Zeke was walking over. You didn't exactly mind Zeke but he could get annoying, especially when he asked questions about your emotion thing

However F/N absolutely loved him, thought he was super cool so they ran to greet him at the door leaving you to finish dinner. You didn't mind as long as they were happy, but you couldn't help but feel left out and slightly jealous when you heard them laughing together in the front room

You shook your head "Stop it, they're allowed to have friends..." Along with having serious and obvious mental issues, you were also extremely possessive to the point to where you almost choked someone to death for getting near F/N. This time had to be different, you swore you'd try to get better for them

You finished dinner and brought it out to them, you decided you weren't hungry anymore and just gave yours to Zeke who thanked you with a bright smile, a smile that made you want to punch him in the face, but you couldn't do that

You watched as the two of them shared jokes and laughed together leaving you out, this was normal for you, even F/N couldn't stand how different you were sometimes so they'd distance themselves. You stood up deciding they obviously didn't give a shit about your presence and decided to go get some water

When you came back they were making out on your couch, your heart dropped into your stomach and for the first time you felt pure sadness and nothing more. "That couldn't have waited..?" You asked with a weak voice, obviously trying to hold back tears, F/N tried to explain but you instead pushed them both our of the door and locked it

You slid down against the door with a sigh, you hugged your knees to your chest and began to cry for the first time since kindergarten when you first got called a monster. You cried and cried, your sobs echoing loudly as you couldn't silence them even if you tried. Eventually you had cried yourself to sleep and you laid on the floor in front of the door

The mysterious stranger from earlier heard everything go down and then had proceeded to watch you cry yourself to sleep 'Damn' he thought as he tried to hold in a laugh, he obviously took joy in seeing your misery, what was even better is that now you were alone and he could finally go through with his plan

He got closer trying to be quiet tho he knew it would be no use in the end and he preferred the chase so he said fuck it half way through and decided to make some noise to wake you up. He had knocked a vase down close by you which woke you up very quickly, pleases with himself he smiled, his permanent smile getting impossibly bigger

You looked up to see the man standing there, knife in hand, staring at you. His figure was as still as a statue besides his hand that was holding his knife, he kept messing with it

He hadn't yet decided what exactly he wanted to do with you, he just knew he wanted to hear more of those wonderful cries. He had expected your face to fill with fear and for you to start begging within seconds but instead you just sat there staring at him like a weirdo

He stepped closer expecting fear but got nothing, that pissed him off. Either you were some cocky bastard who thought they could easily take him down, or you were just plain fucking weird, either way he was pissed, he wanted crying and screaming not this bullshit

He finally stepped in front of you and crouched down coming face to face with you, he looked you right in the eyes and you did the same. He was sure now that you were just being fucking cocky and that set him off, he brought his knife to your throat to which you smiled

Now either you were cocky or a masochist, either way he was gonna kill you

"How are you so cocky when you're about to fucking die?" The killer glared at the person in front of him, a blank expression on their face "I'm not being cocky, I just don't fear death" They shrugged, their tone serious and gaze never wavering. He tilted his head, surely that was just more overconfidence, right?

He pressed the knife harder against the skin of your neck causing small droplets of blood to form, he smiled at the sight only to go back to being pissed when you didn't react, what you said next didn't piss him off but shocked him

"Well? What are you waiting for?" your expression and tone were as deadpan as ever making him realize you were actually serious, that took the fun out of it. He groaned dropping his hand to his side "Oh great.." He stood up and sighed, your gloom rubbed off on him causing him to now be an extremely bad mood

You just sat there, you didn't know why he didn't go through with it, then realized it was fun for him, just like how hurting people was fun for you. He tapped his foot trying to think of what to do, he decided he'd just leave, police wouldn't believe you anyways, right? At least he convinced himself of that

And just as he appeared he disappeared as well, leaving you completely alone with just your thoughts and emotions. You suddenly wished he'd come back and kill you, it'd help you out of this hellhole called life

You curled back into a ball wanting nothing more than to just disappear, to just vanish, or at least go somewhere far far away from here. You once again cried yourself to sleep, this time no one would wake you

-Stranger's pov-

I couldn't help but feel pissed off at them, their whole mood totally ruined my fucking night, I'll have to come back when mommy and daddy are back to send a message.. Yeah, that'll be good...

He smiled to himself as made his way back into the depths of the forest, now with a better mood and goal ahead