𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙼𝚎 {𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Freak...||ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

Your parents still hadn't arrived home after the three days and the house was running out of food from you stress eating. You sighed knowing you'd have to go out and buy groceries, you hated getting groceries.

You hated the outside world right now. The memories of your best friend kissing your neighbor's son still played in your mind and you dreaded having to go outside risking him seeing you and trying to talk to you like always. Still your stomach demanded food so you grabbed your wallet and keys

You stood in front of the door and quickly stepped outside before you could convince yourself otherwise. You sighed breathing in the fresh as you started walking towards the closest gas station so maybe you pick something up from there for tonight.

It didn't take long for you to arrive, you stepped inside and looked around. Then just as you were about to get something, a hand grabbed your wrist making you look back to see F/N. Your heart dropped again and you found it hard to breathe, the sadness you felt came back and so did a sudden feeling of betrayal, you snatched your hand away and went to turn when they called out to you

"Wait! Please let me explain.. I-" You cut them off with a glare "Why should I?" You snapped making them jump "F/N... I needed you and all you could think about was sucking face with that guy? Really?" You didn't realize how angry you were with them, suddenly their expression changed "At least it was a better experience than listening to you bitch about mommy and daddy being gone" They snapped back making your anger only rise

"Did-did you even actually care about me..? Ever since he came along you've acted different..." You lowered your head, they laughed "Guess you're not so dumb after all, nah, I stopped caring long before he came along, just stayed cuz I pitied you. Why would I care about a freak?"

Freak...

That single word replayed in your head over and over again in your head, you pushed past F/N and just rushed home completely forgetting about food

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Your parents arrived the next day to find you curled up on the couch, when you noticed they were home you sat up and forced a smile. Your mother sat beside you and apologized that they were gone longer than expected, you reassured her it was fine and lied that you were ok the whole time

Your father placed a stuffed F/A plush in your lap and smiled putting his hand on your head "Thought of you when I saw it" your dad treated you like a kid but, you didn't mind, as long as he was happy. You forced a giggle and hugged it "Thank you dad, it's very adorable"

You and your parents sat down together and watched some movies together. You started to forget about F/N and what they had said

-"Stranger"'s pov-

He sighed as he watched the three of them laugh, tho something was off about their laugh, the mom's and dad's were normal but.. Something wasn't right about their's, it sounded so forced and fake. He couldn't help but realize a lot of their more positive emotions seemed forced as they interacted with their parents

He hummed to himself before tilting his head 'Can they even feel emotions?' That thought bounced around his brain making him bored of them. Still if he could somehow make them feel SOMETHING he'd feel accomplished. He tapped his finger on the windowsill impatiently waiting for everyone to go to bed so he could make them sleep permanently

Finally they left the room so he ever so carefully slipped in unnoticed and hid somewhere smiling wide with pride 'Fuckin idiots' he thought to himself chuckling quietly. He waited a couple hours to make sure there was no noise meaning everyone was in bed, he carefully snuck out of his hiding spot and made his way upstairs trying to find your parents room

He finally found it and silently cheered before quietly stepping inside

-Y/N pov-

I woke up for no reason, i hugged my oversized bear plush and sighed. I decided to get a glass of water and stood up from my bed with a stretch then shuffled tiredly out of your room. I noticed my parents door was open a bit but shrugged it off and went downstairs totally oblivious to the man watching me with anticipation

I got my glass of water, drank it and headed back upstairs. On my way past my parent's room I noticed something that made my entire body freeze in place, I realized the wall just beside my parents door had a bloody handprint on it. Hesitantly I stepped forward not wanting to accept the worst

I stepped inside the room and was met with just that, the worst possible outcome. My parents throats were slit and smiles were carved into their mouths, my mother had cuts all along her body while my dad's eyes had been plucked out

I quickly realized I didn't feel sorrow, instead the bloody mess almost made me smile which disgusted me. I realized just how fucked up I an and that's when F/N's voice was heard in my head

Freak

I realized they were right, I am just a freak, a disgusting freak who shouldn't be allowed to live let alone breathe the same air as anyone else. I slowly stepped backwards, not from fear or sadness or sorrow, but so I could stop feeling disgusted for wanting to smile at my parent's dead bodies

I covered my eyes trying to stop myself from looking any longer, then went to turn around and go back to my room when I was yanked back and slammed into a wall, a knife held against my throat

I couldn't help it, I couldn't keep it in, I started laughing startling my attacker. The man stepped backwards watching my figure double over with laughter as tears formed in my eyes from sadness at the realization of how fucked I am

I finally stopped laughing and just held my head, I hated myself more than I'd ever hated anything or anyone before, this was an absolute fucking nightmare. The man crouched down and tilted my head up with his knife "You're a new kinda crazy, I like it" His smile widened in amusement while I just trembled

He sighed and lowered his knife "I guess that's a better reaction than last time's" he shrugged before standing up and stretching, he was certain I was in way too bad of a condition to do absolutely anything. He clicked his tongue and looked around for something to cure his rising boredom until he felt me grip his leg

He hummed and looked down at me, he tilted his head and laughed "Ah jeez, full of surprises, huh?" He crouched down again and grabbed my wrist prying it off of his leg then let out an amused chuckle "I think I'mma keep you"