You saw your former lover laying dead on the ground, cuts and blood stained onto the persons clothing. Most of them seemed to be dismembered; fingers, toes, ears, random body parts missing. You looked up to see Stan walking out of a dark room, giggling as he played with the knife in his hand. "Hey, Y/N. Like the new look I gave
Y/L?~" He cooed, smirking slightly.
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"I love you! That's why I did this! Because I wanna be with you! Why don't you understand?!"
"But they weren't good enough for you.. I mean- Look at them now... Gone." Stan smirked, gripping his knife.
"The blood on the sheets is nothing to worry about, my love, nothing at all."
"I like to think of you as the love of my life, the apple to my eye, a masterpiece to a artists eyes. And if anyone tries to take you away I'll hurt them and make sure they don't ever bother us again."
"I don't understand why you get worried about such little things. So what there's blood on my clothes?"
"Shh, you're in my arms now. I promise I'll keep you safe."
"Oh why do I have a knife collection? Because knives are cool, how do you not have one?!"
"Don't look in the fucking closet!"
"I'm just taking them out to talk, stop overreacting."
"Yeah, welp, basement it is."
