(Y/n), a normal teenage girl living a comfortable sub-urban life. Supporting friends and family along with good grades in school. Until she meets the powerful Radio Demon known as Alastor through a dare her friends pressured her into. Will she keep...
After school, Alastor did walk you home like he said he would in class. It was a quite walk, aside from his humming. The tune made it slightly less awkward, for you at least.
"So, what exactly happened in class?" you asked, looking at him. "I don't want to talk about this in my house." He laughed loudly.
"My dear, it was a lovely show! Possibly second to the stock market crash of 1929!" He chuckled to himself. "You did punch the girl square in the nose hard enough that it broke, I almost couldn't contain my laughter!" He proceeded to tell you the events.
You were shocked at most of what he told you, you were never one for fighting, or causing fights in general. You liked to stay our of trouble. Alastor seemed to enjoy telling the scene for you, maybe a bit to much but you didn't mind. He's a showman after all.
Alastor walked you up to your door. "Until next time, dear~" He said, bowing slightly. You smile to yourself. He's always such a gentleman, it makes you feel butterflies sometimes.
You nod. "until then." He smiled and took your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. your pretty sure your face looked more like a tomato, because Alastor chuckled before taking his leave. You waved at him, hoping to see him soon.
When you get inside the house, your parents aren't home yet. Though your mom would be home soon, you decide to put up the dishes and put the dirty ones in the dishwasher. you bet that the principle told your parents about what happened. But at least you got 2 days off of school basically. though you still have some homework to do.
You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You looked awful, bruises covered your cheeks down to your neck and shoulders. The bruises were sensitive to the touch, you winced every time you brushed over them with our fingers. Then there was your black eye. Somehow you forgot about it. You sigh, thinking to yourself, how would your parents react?
~A little time skip~
You were doing homework, wincing whenever you moved your shoulder. Someone opens the door and you look to see who it was. It was your dad, he gaped when he saw your face.
"What happened (Y/n)?" He asked. He walked over to you, studying the bruises carefully.
"Didn't you get a call from the school?" You ask.
He nodded, frowning slightly. "You were only defending yourself, but you shouldn't have broken the girls nose." You look down and sigh.
"Am I going to be grounded?" Honestly you were expecting to, since you beat her pretty badly.
"I have to talk to your mother about it." He said. "She will be up soon to check on you." He nods and walks out of the room, closing the door.
You sighed and carefully sat on your bed, not wanting to cause any intense pain from the bruising. You carefully grab your sketchbook and start drawing again. You get lost in thought, about the fight from today, how Alastor explained it, how he kissed your hand...It sent a shiver down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.
Why were you so enthralled by Alastor in the first place? Maybe it was his charm and wit. He has a way of saying things that just make you to get closer to him. But he's a murderer isn't he? Well...Maybe he won't hurt the ones close to him...Maybe he won't hurt you.
Your thoughts endlessly flood your mind, you didn't notice the door opening till someone cleared their throat. You look up and see it's your mom. You put your sketchbook away and smile weakly at her, your face hurts.
Her face became shocked and she sat next to you. "Are you okay? Does it hurt bad?" he gently touched your cheek. You winced and shrank away from her hand. She looked a bit more worried.
"I'm fine, it's just some bruising." You say. Truthfully, it hurt more than you want to show. You didn't want your parents worrying to much. They'd probably wrap you in bubble wrap and tape pillows on you as a precaution.
She looked at you dead in the eyes. "Nothing broken right?" She asked, you nodded. Sighing, she smiled briefly. "I heard about the suspension, and I won't ground you. You were just trying to defend yourself...But breaking someone's nose isn't okay." She said.
You nodded, understanding. Though you didn't really care about breaking her nose, you never liked her anyway. You're sure if you remembered what happened, the feeling would've been satisfying.
She gently pats your shoulder, making you wince slightly. Standing up, she walks to your door and opens it then leaves. You sigh in relief that no one else is going to talk to you for the night, at least hopefully.
You lay down, now tired. It takes a bit to fall asleep, a mix from pain and thinking of the events that happened today
~~!Gore Warning!~~
You're in a fairly dirty alleyway, the smell of garbage and iron fill your nose. Someone looks at you full of fear and pain. They're covered in blood and whimpering, caressing the wound. You couldn't help but smile down at them and chuckle, knowing their demise is in your hands.
You raked a bloody, gloved hand across the mask you're wearing (similar to the image below, just more of a creepy smile). You tighten your grip on the knife you're holding and you kneel down over the person. The person tried to crawl away, but you stab them in the chest before they could go anywhere. They went to scream but they coughed up blood instead. The feeling made you shiver slightly and exhale.
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The person shivers and their wet breaths are the only music in your ears. You hum a musical tune and lean in, pressing your knee into the persons chest. They wheeze and you start carving their mouths open into a bloody smile, tears start to fall down their face, making the blood smear more.
After your done carving, you tand up, letting their head drop onto the ground. their breathing is barely audible and you start walking away from them, knowing that they're going to die soon. You throw away the gloves and pocket the knife. You needed to wash the knife. The stream in the woods would work, you thought.
Walking in the woods, you soon find the stream and you sit on a medium sized boulder and take off your mask.
You kneel down towards the stream and began washing the knife. You hum softly, thinking about the latest victim. Suddenly, you hear a deep chuckle behind you. You tense up slightly and grip your knife tightly. Looking over your shoulder, you see Alastor and you relax. He's the only one who understands your actions.
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You wake up startled before the dream reaches its conclusion. Your breathing was heavy and you looked up at the ceiling. Your throat was dry but you didn't want to move. You didn't want to go back to sleep either, you just lied there wondering about the dream.
The blood felt real, even though it was a dream. The whole thing felt real to you, like it was some form of reality.
Sighing, trying to forget the experience, you look over at the clock on your nightstand. It was early in the morning, almost time to wake up for a shower for school. You decide to take your shower early, even though you don't have school for a few days, you were sure a shower would help you forget about it.
