Cruor (JTHM x Reader)

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You. Yes you. You are meaningless to this world, just as everyone else. But you have a somewhat superiority for specific reasons. But then you met someone who really meant something in the world. You weren't sure if it was good or bad.
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It was a normal, dreadful morning for yourself, the usual. Got up, made coffee, made decent, then going to work. Playing the silly little game called life. Except it repeats over and over until it spirals out of control and you can't escape. No one can. So you indulge and accept the fact that you're going to become a corpse one day that is significant only to the night crawlers that feast on your cold remains.
   Haha, yeah that sounds fun. But snap back to reality (Y/N). You were walking home from work and decide to stop by a coffee shop before heading home. You walk in and hear the doorbell chime as well as the chatter of boisterous souls. This place is bursting at the seems with people and you question on if you should just leave. Well no, you are already caught in the tsunami of a line. You sigh and wait, it didn't take too long beside the fact some people complained now and then. You ordered your favorite coffee and a muffin which was unusually large. You wanted to eat inside for once despite the amount of people, your poor legs need to rest after carrying your meat sack of a body.
  There is only one seat left inside the entirety of the place and it was at a table for two people. You sigh yet again and sit down. The person in front of you is looking around wildly and mumbling. He was rather sticky, he looked like a stick. Like he was snapped from a fucking tree and POOF given life, another fucker in the world. You ignore him and eat the bulbous muffin while attempting to stare out the window from across the building. He says something directed to you, but you don't hear nor understand him. He says it again, "I don't like how much scum is in this place, it needs to be cleansed."
You look at him, hearing this time and shooting him a 'explain what you mean' look. He then proceeded to tell you about how these people have become so horrible and then you notice a policeman sitting at one of the other tables. He had his bag in the seat next to him so no one could sit there as he ate, like a damn pig.
  You recognized him but quickly looked away to put aside the memory. The weird man caught on and went quiet. You looked at the twiggy and noticed weird features about him. He has two pieces of hair that is spiked to where it looks like he has attenae, and he has pretty pale skin which would look normal to an average white person, but it looks pale on him. He wears a trench coat and it makes you question on if he is in the mafia. He then looks you directly in the fucking eyes and then says, "You're gonna say I look wacky, I'm NOT wacky okay?!?! I am NOT FucKING WACKY"
He rages on about it, you haven't even said a word to him and he's going berserk. You calmly say to him, "I didn't say you were?"
  You can't really explain his reaction well, but it was a thing of clarity and acceptance. He sat back down on his seat. It was like he was about to take down the entire place. Hahaha that would be a sight, but not surprising.
You start to attempt to make small talk with the thin man and he goes on about how he likes his coffee and the weird topic of how easy it would be to kill a person. You simply nervously laugh it off and look at your watch. It was 5:34pm. "OH SHIT." He looked at you, startled and yelled back, what. You had said that out loud. You make quick goodbyes and bolt out the door and make it home. You HAVE to be home at 6pm, and NEVER be late.
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What up bitches. Wait, I don't want to know about your psychotic simp lives, i will put frog brains in your lunchboxes (: just click the star button and go on or i will feed your toes to the pope.