"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃. 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆."
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Y/n De Martel, Shiganshina's Serial Killer. The Ripper. An obsessive, compulsive, and toxic girl who would kill for her precious people. And that 'people' happens...
A/N: Sorry not sorry😭. Character development is real.
Also if you really wanna know why 'Y/n did this', just bear with it and keep reading, you'll find out why in chapter XXIV!!
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After making sure Hitch really fell asleep, you walked downstairs into the living room and that's when everything you did to her fully processed into your brain.
"Shit!" You cursed yourself for caving into her dirty tricks. If Annie finds out about this, I'm done for. I'll lose her, and all the progress I made to be with her will go to shit!
Running a hand through your hair in frustration, you looked at the couch and halted for a second when you saw Porco all bundled up in blankets and pillows, still sleeping. Your nostrils flared in amusement, you wondered how he was still able to sleep after all the ruckus you and Hitch made this morning.
"You must've been really tired." You muttered as you grabbed the edge of his blankets. Suddenly, you harshly pulled them and dropped them to the floor. Porco didn't even flinch and had rolled off the couch and into the ground, going towards his blankets to wrap himself inside.
You looked at him in amusement before crouching down, you leaned closer to his face and pecked his forehead. "Porcooo..." You whispered. He groaned and muttered, "five 'mo minutes."
"Don't you want to go with me to get your bed?" You asked, tilting your head as you poked him a couple of times. At that, Porco opened his eyes and a blush made its way to his cheeks when he saw how close you were to him. He snuggled into his blankets and said, "I do but...I know your gonna get a bit annoyed at how I'll be slowing you down with these broken ankles."
You hummed and glanced down to his ankles, you didn't really hit him that hard. Only hard enough to immobilize him so you were a bit unsure if his ankles were actually broken or if it was just sprained. "Tsk, what to do? What to do...?" You tutted, tapping a finger on your chin.
You then remembered Annie's ankle, how she was able to walk, albeit she was limping, but she was walking nonetheless. You stood up from your crouching position and said, "On your feet."
