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y/n this oneshot is a pyromantic, which means they have an uncontrollable impulse to set set fires to release pent up stress, sadness, anger, or other strong emotions. 

If you feel like you need to set fires that aren't under control by professionals, please consult a console or therapist about these urges to try to help control them. There are other ways to release your emotions other than damaging public property and endangering both yourself and other beings

TW: burn injuries

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I had moved to the neighborhood about a year or so ago. I had gotten to know everyone quite well. I had moved out of the tow I had grown up in to hide my tracks when I set an old church school on fire. Nobody was in it, luckily. But I remember standing in front of the ablaze building in the dead of night with my box of matches in my hand, and I remember feeling true peace, even happiness. 

It was my first time I had ever lit a public structure on fire, and I didn't even regret it. Up until that point I had usually just lit old newspapers, paper towels, and clothes in my old house. And I haven't lit anything on fire here in the neighborhood...yet.

Everyone was very affectionate with me and knew me well, they had grown to love my quiet though friendly disposition and respected me for it. I had grown a strong friend pshio with all of them too, some maybe more than others... I had sometimes felt bad for not telling them the entire truth, but I kept that to myself.

I currently sat in my house, setting aside the clothes I would need for later today. At exactly four-twenty PM, I would light the neighborhood forest on fire.

I know that sounds harsh, though I had mapped out plans for it to not spread out of control. I had been lining the edges of the forest with trenches and pouring sloshy mud into them for days. Whenever one of the neighbors asked me why was doing, I simply told them I was planning to plant marigolds around the woods. They bought it every time.

I didn't want to hurt any of the neighbors. That was my last intention. I had put off doing this for as long as I could, but now I could just feel a raw, savage pain eating away my insides. Sometimes I catch myself lighting my curtains on fire and I have to rip them off my windows and stomp them out until they become nothing but rags...

I neatly set aside my boots, a dark-green parka, and a small bottle of lighter fluid. I probably wouldn't need it considering everything is so dry. But it's better to be safe then sorry.

I heard a sudden knock on my door. I quickly opened it and saw a Eddie, wearing a bright, friendly smile as he held out a letter to me. "Morning, y/n! Got something for ya'." He beamed. I gingerly took the letter from him and turned my head slightly, trying to hide the growing redness on my face. "Thank you Eddie, but I thought you weren't doing your route today?"

Eddie still smiled. "I'm just on the late shift for today. The schedule was switched to two PM every first Wednesday of the month. I'd hate to bore you with the details..." he chuckled. 

"thanks"  I wanted to say, but I didn't have the heart. He was being nice enough to just trying to talk to me. I fiddled with the sealing lip of the letter and looked up at Eddie. "Well, I still got a whole neighborhood to deliver to, so I'll see you around y/n!" I turned away and waved, walking back down the road. I waved goodbye to him. When he was out of earshot, I hesitantly whispered "I really like you..."  under my breath.