ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Verdict

I'm uh-

yeah I started this at like 5 in the morning.

warning for blood, violence, blatant murder, etc.

mentions of a child predator (who will be very brutally killed) . if this makes you uncomfy, I'm sorry. if you don't want to read this, don't. I'll see you in the next chapter.

also sorry for the lack of Feburary based oneshots class has been kicking my ass (hehe that rymed)

highly recommend watching mamamax, 10/10

he/him

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It was quiet. Very quiet. The occasional car would speed by but that was it. He sat there. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for the piece of shit who though he could get away. Oh how wrong he was. You think you can talk to children, literal children, and get away with it?

No.

No way in hell he was.

So he sat. Watching. Waiting.

Waiting on that piece of shit to show up so they could... talk.

Y'know, before he beat the living shit outta him.

(Y/n) needed something to blend in, even though it was 2 in the morning, and nobody was out except people getting off their night shift jobs. Something simple. So, a dark blue jacket with a grey t-shirt, some jeans that were a little loose around the legs and some boots were the choice he went with, along with a black face mask.

Sis plan wasn't to kill the guy out in the open, but if he needed to be subdued, he had a large stick he'd picked up, and a pistol in case the other man was armed.

So he sat. Waiting. Waiting under a sort of gazebo with concrete benches, examining the stick. Decently heavy, but didn't seem to splinter under his grip. Tossing it up a little and catching it again, he kept flickering his eyes around for the man.

Until he was grabbed from behind.

One arm around his neck, the other around his mouth, he kicked and twisted in an attempt to get himself free, but to no avail. His air was being cut short, so he did the only thing he could.

Try and speak, smooth talk his way out.

"P-please... stop..."

Whoever had grabbed him stopped for a moment before letting him go, him gasping for air as he gripped the pistol in his pocket, turning quickly to face who had attempted to choke him out, only to be met by someone in a red jacket, wearing a chicken head mask. "Who-Who the hell are you..?" He asked, still gasping for air between some words, looking over the chicken headed person, noticing they too were not only armed with a pistol, but a bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. 

"I could ask you the same thing."

The strangers voice was deep, but muffled under the mask. "You don't look like any kind of cop I've ever seen, but I don't trust you with that knowledge." He said with an out of breath chuckle near the end. "You don't look like a cop either. So, how 'bout if I tell you why I'm here, you tell me why you're out here, hm?" The stranger said. Gesturing with the hand he still had pointed at him, he responded.

"Some stupid predator decided to mess with children. I'm looking for some old limp dicked man who goes by Steve." He said. Lowering the gun, (Y/n) spoke. "You're shitting me, right? Some guy off Kidschat?" He said. With a low chuckle, the stranger spoke. "Oh, I bet this guy thinks he's getting 2, doesn't he? Should we show him otherwise?"

"Oh, absolutely."

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As time passed, the two had devised a sort of plan, one that would lure the disgusting man into their trap. All it would need is timing. 

The man they had been waiting on walked into the gazebo, looking down at his phone. After a few moments, both of their phones went off, vibrating and lighting up silently with the same message. 

Where u at? 😘

Fucking disgusting. Max, you learned his name was, nodded towards the man as you silently stood, walking behind him.

"Right here."

In one quick motion, the but end of the gun made contact with the mans head as he stumbled, the side of his head coming into contact with the stick next, knocking him out. Max stepped out, you already grabbing the mans legs, him grabbing his arms as you brought him back to Max's truck.

Only to be stopped by an officer.

"Hey you! What're you two doing out this late? That man alright?"

'Right now? Yes. But later he would be seeing a whole new world of pain,'

"Oh! He's fine officer, we're coming back from a party and he passed out, just taking him home." The officer nodded and waved you all off, telling you to be safe as you slung his body in the bed of the truck.

"Fucker better not make a mess on my truck."

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It had been a few hours since you had gotten the man, now tied up with his mouth covered by some duct tape, sitting in a chair with the ground covered by tarps. It was only when he started opening his eyes and making an attempt to scream did you look up from your spot on the wall, leaning by the door while you scrolled though your phone.

"Oh, well hey there, sleepin' beauty! Have a nice little nap? Hey, Max! He's up!" You said condescendingly, Max stepping through the door, Bat in hand, mask still on. "Fucker decide to wake up?" "Guess so," you responded, ripping the tape off.

"W- what are y-you going to do to me?!" He trembled.

You brandished a knife, stabbing into his knee as he screamed, your now gloved hand covering his mouth, muffling his cries. "Shh-shh-shh, the more you scream the worse it is," you said in a hushed voice, Max hitting his other knee with the bat, blood splashing onto the ground. 

"Fess up, Steve, tells what you had planned," 

"I wasn't going to do anything-!" A hit to the stomach.

"Wrong answer."

He started coughing up blood as he squirmed, begging for mercy. It was so much better when they did.

"Well then guess we have a verdict, Huh, (Y/n)?" Max said, taking off his mask.

"Guess so. For your crimes against humanity, I sentence you do death. Would you like to do the honors?" You asked, taking the pistol and holding it out to Max, who took it.

"With pleasure."

'Bang!'

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