775 [ JTHM x READER ]

1. Presence

When you told your friends about your... concerns, they shrugged it off as paranoia and advised to go to the police (or, ideally a shrink) if you really were so worried. And you were worried. And you did go to the police. Multiple times. But as usual, they didn't do shit, and instead laughed it off and said that you'd be "better off seeing the doctor".

But this wasn't just a simple case of you being off your pills. No, you could feel a presence watching you every moment of every day and it struck a visceral, primal fear within you that you simply could not shake off. It ate at you, causing you to be unable to sleep or eat because, well, what will happen? And the worst part - the worst part of this already dreadful situation - was that nobody believed you, believing it's another case of "untreated schizophrenia".

You were sick of this entire situation. And that's putting it so, so mildly.

On this particular morning, you were walking down the street, down the dingy, graffiti and litter-ridden crumbled streets, to buy some groceries. Milk, sugar, bread, apples, lettuce and maybe a beer or two. Average stuff for a pleasant Wednesday morning in a not so pleasant city. It wasn't just your stalker that was the unnerving thing in the city - it was the massacres and murders that the police did almost nothing to prevent. They said that it's 'too difficult' and 'too dangerous', but it was equally dangerous to simply walk down the street at this point, even during the day.

However, while the morning weather may be crisp, bright and refreshing, your stalker still watched your every move. You could feel their eyes digging into your skin (metaphorically, of course) and you could here the footsteps right behind you, getting quicker and louder as they came closer to you. Every time you turned to face them, though, they were nowhere to be found, as if they weren't there in the first place. Once, you could've sworn you saw a silhouette of a man facing you across the street, but you brushed that off as a symptom of sleep deprivation rather than a true threat. Or maybe it was just a weird looking shadow of a tree. Who knew? 

'Maybe I have finally lost it'  You sighed defeatedly to yourself, picking up a loaf of wholemeal bread, still feeling someone watching you. You turned around, and this time you did indeed turn to see someone; he wasn't watching you though - at least you didn't didn't think he was. Just some young lad you recognised that lived across the road from you using the slushie machine. 'Odd fella, him'' you thought to yourself, not that you'd ever say such thoughts aloud. No, that's just plain rude. Though, all of your neighbours were a little odd, thinking about it. You recall the little old lady from number 770 rushing over to you, asking for 'fresh, ripe, uncooked fish bones with the marrow still in them' of all things, claiming that she needed them for 'breakfast'. Ripe, uncooked fish bones (with marrow!!) - whatever that was - did not sound appealing, regardless of the time of day. Such an oddly specific request, too. In conclusion, strange people were not an issue, so, you carried on with your day, only with the lingering feeling that you've lost your marbles and finally snapped.

Passing by the canal, you finally reach your block, and then, your house. Number seven-seven-five. A quaint little place, really. Just big enough for you and maybe someone else to live there, if the opportunity ever arose. Not that it would, but you weren't going to dwell on such things. You sigh, turning on your old TV - you should really get a new one soon - and turn it over to the news channel. Another massacre, it seems - this one being scarily close to home. Literally. Only a couple blocks down from you. A shiver is sent down your spine realising that the culprit could be anywhere here. He could be in this street. A terrifying thought.

In an attempt to shake off the new source of fear that had been added to your pile of problems, you go to the kitchen and make some food. Burgers sound good right about now. Yeah. Heating up the cooker, you take a CD at random and place it in the player. It stutters a bit, having a few scratches on its disc, but still listenable and far better background noise than whatever horrifying event that the news reporter says discussing now. While, sure, the news was important to listen to from time to time, hearing about murders, rapes, terrorism and other horrific things all the time really takes a toll on the human's mind. Simply put: it's depressing. Really depressing.

Suddenly, you feel that fucking presence once again, like eyes shooting into the back of your skull from outside the window. You glance around, and take a small look outside every window in your house. There was nothing there - and there wasn't any unusual noises either.

That is, until you hear a slight creek coming from the front door; the door which was closed shut and had no chance of a draft passing through. It was a small noise, but one that couldn't have been reasonably caused by any natural phenomena. Hearing that, you twist your head as fast as you can, causing you to pull a muscle in the process.

And there he stood: the man from 777. With blood all over him, and what looked to be a human finger tangled in his hair (maybe there were two?) and clots of blood drying on his skin and clothes, falling off as he moved. He was thin - almost dangerously so. He had long, thin fingers and hands, and slightly tanned skin. His eyes had dark, almost black, circles under them - he probably hasn't slept in months, if you had any kind of guess. Probably hasn't eaten a full meal in months, either.

"Hey! Sorry I uh - I thought you were upstairs. Didn't mean to scare you like that" He laughed awkwardly. Just as you were opening your mouth to speak (or scream, or cry, or yell. You weren't sure which is more fitting), he quickly cut in, "Oh! Since I've kinda barged in, I guess I should properly introduce myself! I'm Johnny, but you can call me Nny!" He smiled.

And that smile was so sickeningly sweet, considering the situation.

A/N: hello frens!!! this will b a runnujg series that i'll do whenever i get the chance. please don't expect regular or consistant updates. i'm not abt thag life xD anyway this is kinda cringe but i hope u enjoyed it!!! <333 i'm gonna go get some candy and drink some monster. byeeeee!!!