"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...
Just to be clear, all these shows and movie vibes you're getting from this story, that is what I'm aiming for. I'm using the personalities of these characters from different movies and shows and forming it into one, thus, creating Y/n De Martel.
So it's not just Killing Stalking or Scream or Euphoria or any other horror movie, it's all of them combined into one person.
Understand that Y/n is not a perfect person, she has all these crazy ass personality traits and it's preventing her from doing anything remotely good. So just imagine taking the personality of Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger and Patrick Bateman and Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and Nate Jacob and Oh Sangwoo and a bunch of other serial killers, and mixing and shoving them all into one personality.
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You panted as you came to a stop, frantically looking around for the dirty blonde girl; Hitch. After she left, you had quickly went back inside your home and took your axe before going back out to find her.
That was two hours ago.
You have been searching for two hours. And you were getting impatient and angry, as well as anxious.
Normally you don't do this, but you thanked every god out there that you lived in an abandoned neighborhood which meant you lived on the desolate side of the city. Hitch couldn't have gone far. And if she did...well...you're fucked.
"Shit!" You muttered, panting heavily. You leaned against a wall and plopped down onto the hard ground, letting go of the axe. You were all sweaty and dirty and had dry blood on your face from when you got hit in the nose earlier.
How hard could it be to find one damn girl who has the looks of an exotic hooker?! You thought, feeling tears of frustration well up in your eyes. Shakily, you put your hands inside your pocket and took out your phone. Hovering over contacts, you called the only person who you could truly trust.
"Hell-"
"Eren!" You wailed out, furiously wiping the tears mixed with sweat and blood out of your face.
"Y/n?! What's going on? What happ-"
"She escaped!" You interrupted, gulping loudly before continuing. "Hitch. She fucking escaped, dammit! Look, I need your help. In case she goes to the police and reports me, get me a lawyer. And get me a good one. Do you hear me?"
"Where the hell am I gonna find a fucking good lawyer, Y/n?! What happened? How did this happen?"
"I was angry and jealous when I got home from school!" You confessed, sniffing a little. "Annie had begun to talk to Armin and I was jealous. Still am. And I took it out on Porco, I-I...I fucking killed him. With an axe to the face. His body is dismembered. I put the parts together and shoved it in a body bag and left him there, rotting in my damn living room!"
