Cruor (JTHM x Reader)

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Y/N walked home, dragging their feet along the pavement. It was around 7:30 pm, and to add more of the mood, it started raining lightly, eventually progressing into harder droplets quickly hitting the ground. They finally got to their doorstep after stumbling up 3 flights of stairs. Their head spun as they opened the door, almost falling onto the floor in front of them. The rain started coming down heavier than before, making y/n drowsy.
   They refused to succumb to their somnolentness in utter fear of never waking up again, which was, at the moment, very possible. Y/n hadn't ate since they left Johnny's home, and they hadn't drank anything either. Hunger and dehydration is another problem, so they avoid it by fixing up a small sandwich and pouring a glass of cold water.
  2nd person POV bc i said so
You sighed heavily and looked down at your side, crumbs falling over your torn shirt. The wound was clean, but there was no blood around it, you wondered how that could be. Did Johnny clean it that often? Did he even do that? Now that you thought of it, the cut didn't even have infection spots on it. Maybe he did help, he knew what he did.
   You try not to a dwell on it very much, it's all still coming back to you after your brain has been dormant for the past two weeks. You reach down to pick up your drink, but there wasn't anything left.
  Sighing more, you drag yourself out of the kitchen and throw yourself on your bed, oh how you missed it. The storm outside helped you drift softly into sleep, one of rejuvenating sources and not the draining of life.

Nny's POV
Y/N had stormed out of my house, stumbling onto every little thing but exited easily. God, what a bitch. But I can't blame them much, I did stab them, which resulted in them dying, and them coming back and seeing my mug. What a weakling haha.
  I put back up the shower curtain and throw the spilled body parts back in the tub, but something was bothering me. It's nothing I haven't seen before, the primal fear on their face, the anger, and the pain all mixed together to form the masterpiece that was conceived in front of me. It felt strange seeing y/n like that, just like when I stabbed them and saw them dying, it hurt so much, but I didn't feel any physical pain.
   Why did I let them leave? I could've stopped them easily. I was removing a guys limbs, his screams echoing as many before him has. I move on to the next, someone hanging from the wall, I could hear them choking up on their blood, reminding me of y/n, the noises emitted from their esophagus before slowly passing. It made me want to cry, but I pushed that down and grabbed the bucket of blood, for another day of painting.
  The door rang, oh shit it must be the FIDDLER AGAIN, GAH. I open the door and look through the crack, to see a man with a clipboard. "Ah, you must be the man of the house." He said.
"I'm the only one of the house." I replied.
He looked down at his board and quickly darted his head up, "Anyway, I'm here to see if you would like to buy any steaks! They're $5 a pound!"
I looked him up and down, "Do I look like I want to buy a steak?"
(This has actually happened to me before :7)
He hesitated, but nodded slowly.
"I'm not interested." I said while slowly closing the door back.

Back to your POV
You had just woken up from your rather long catnap, it had been around 17 hours since you went to bed. For once, you weren't tired when you woke up, taking advantage of this, you hopped into the shower, fixing it to (preferred temp.) and letting the water hit your skin. There was surprisingly a lot of dirt coming off of you, not to mention blood coming out of your wound by a little bit.
  Once you got done showering, your whole body feeling nice, you wrapped the wound with some non-stick gauze you had in an emergency kit. Thank God you made that just in case. You felt good after filling up with whatever was in the cupboard, you didn't care about the calories, you were eating something and that was just fine.
  Turning on the TV, you noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table, looking oddly out of place. You turn it over and it was a picture you drew of Johnny. He loved that thing so much, but he wouldn't take it home. You turned it back around and watched the news. "A massacre at the taco restaurant, is this the work of our town serial killer?"
  You switched it to a different channel, Adult Swim. In all honesty, you didn't even want to think about Johnny. He was the cause of those massacres and you now have verification that he is a murderer. Considering how quick he was to stab you, it doesn't surprise that he does that to others.
   So you drown yourself in the dirty jokes and cartoonish designs, sinking into sleep yet again. But this time it isn't dreamless, it was one of turmoil.

Bas.dvsvsnsbcbx. I liked writing this chapter heheh. Also, we hit around 180 views! Hell yeah!