Call of oneshots

[p2] Price x Reader

MAKE. ME. LOVE. MYSELF.
SO THAT I MIGHT LOVE YOU!
F reader
Inspired by therepplicas
INCLUDES [FRAINISM]
WARNING : BODY HORROR, GORE, BLOOD
ANGST
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i hated it.

I hated every bit of it.

The virus was screaming in my ears, as i delivered so many hits on my husband.

What i once thought was love for my corrupt, abnormal mind has been replaced with hate. Oh how i hated myself.

And i couldnt do anything about it.

This virus wanted me to eradicate him, to satisfy me—no, no, no! To satisfy itself. But it felt consuming. It had already taken over my body, it just needed to satisfy..itself.

I cant see anymore.

That doesnt mean i fucking give up.

Little by little, i pressed through my limbs, getting myself backed up against a wall. My eyes darted around, the pitch black vision now becoming blurry, and translucent.

If i made it through almost getting diced to bits and pieces, to being held hostage, and expediting missions where my story almost ended, i can push through anything.

I. Can. Push. Through. This.

My vision focused, eyes narrowing down on the sight before me. Price was scratched up and bleeding profusely, eyes trained on my abnormal body.

My arms and legs were swolen, some with scratches and bruises from Price fighting me off.

The fire in me that needed to hurt him was still burning, trying to gnaw through my walls to take back control, and right now it was gaining on me.

Price saw the fight between the virus and me, but froze in place. He knew it wasnt somethinf he could help, and i'd have to do it myself.

"John, dont move. If you run, i wont be able to help it." The animalistic sense of the virus was screaming in the back of my head.

I'll be like a lion when something has its back turned.

My eyes faltered, vision unfocusing. This is it. I knew itd end like this.

My mouth curved into a smile, watching his movements stiffen to keep absolutely still.

"Run."

And like a deer in the headlights, as he moved a muscle, my vision went pitch black, with my limbs moving on its own.

Mind screaming with overwhelming satisfaction, my body returned to normal within a few minutes.

My heart dropped, knowing why i was so satisfied.

I scanned over the room, coated in a thin layer of blood. Oh but it looks so good- but its bad. This is bad. Im bad. Im not good. Im a monster.

My eyes didnt want to look down at my feet, because i knew what lay there.

But i dared to look anyway.

"John, john, im so sorry," i sobbed. The virus in my body made me this way, and now i had to pay for it.

I picked up his cold, limp hand, and rested it against my cheek.

My mouth curved up with a smile again, knowing that it felt amazing. Having him with me here forever, just him being dead, filled me with so much joy i didnt even need to kill again.

I love myself.