Don't give up | Black! Oc x Male Reader

Chapter 2

(Gruesome ways to kill someone mentioned.)

Y/n had a happy go lucky persona while working the register the next day, while Madeline worked in the back. Y/n hated working the register. He begged Madeline to switch with him, but she refused.

"You need human interaction." Madeline states.

So, Y/n was stuck with working the front. He took people's orders with fake happiness. He wore his mask. Not an actual mask, but a persona. Y/n rarely showed people he was actually depressed. He laughed, smiled and hung out with friends, all normally.

He could function in society, but when it came to his alone time, he could finally be sad. He can be hurt. He can cry without judgement. He could be free.

It was 30 minutes until Y/n's shift ended. Y/n worked a 12 hour shift from 7 am to 7 pm. He took a 15 minute nap for his lunch break, and sipped on his favorite slushie.

"Hey," two males walked up to the register.

One was Yume. The other was a shorter male with brown hair and green eyes. He had freckles all over his cheeks and nose. He was cute.

"Hello. What would you like, sir?" Y/n chirped respectfully.

"Hmm... What would you recommend?" The male asked.

"My favorite is the strawberry lemonade slushie." Y/n smiled softly.

"Then we'll get two of those, large." The male ordered for him and Yume.

"Alright. And the name is?"

"Cody."

"Got it, Cody." Y/n nodded. "Anything else?"

"You want something else, Yume?" Cody asked Yume.

"Some ass." Yume slammed his hand over his mouth.

Y/n just laughed. "Sorry, not on the menu, but I could give you some for $120 an hour."

Yume started grinning in embarrassment. That was his natural reaction to everything. To laugh or smile, even if it was a something serious.

"Just pay for the damn drinks." Yume glared at Cody, who was enjoying his friends embarrassment.

"Nahhh. I'll let you two talk. Enjoy~!" Cody walked over to a booth. It was also a way to make Yume pay.

"So? Gonna take up my offer?" Y/n joked.

"Can't afford such a delicacy, sadly. " Yume laughed. He rubbed his ear, and then relaxed.

He focused solely on Y/n, not looking to the left or the right. It was a bit weird.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, a bit worried.

"I, uhm... Don't worry about it, okay? I'm fine." Yume lied.

He was not fine. He had psychosis, and he forgot to take his pills that morning.

"Alright...? Your total is $4.91."

Yume used his debit card to pay.

"I'll call yours and Cody's name when it's time. Buh-bye." Y/n waved.

Yume sat down next to Cody, putting his card back into his wallet.

A little while later, Yume and Cody's names were called. The two grabbed the cups, and found their names horribly spelled.

Codee.

Umay.

Yume's and Cody's eyes twitched, as Y/n waved them off with a happy smile.

~

Yume got home. He went straight to his basement. He didn't care enough to put on his boxing gloves, as he started punching the shit out of his punching bag. Yume didn't hold back, even though his body begged him to stop, Yume didn't care.

"Die, Max." Yume growled, referring to the demon hallucination that haunted him for years. "Why do you have to stay!? Go away! Die! Die! Die!"

Why don't you die? Why do I have to be the one who dies? Maybe you should die. If you're dead, I wouldn't exist.

"Why do you stay?! Huh?! Answer that you bastard!"

You want me to stay. You don't want me to go, because I'm your only friend.  Cody will leave you. He doesn't know the real you. I do. I know.

"This is the real me!" Yume stopped punching the bag, seeing his knuckles bleeding. He leaned his head against the punching bag, as a tear slipped down his eye.

Tell me, tell yourself, who is the real you? Because, it seems like it's me.

"Shut up, Max, please... Let me be free from you..."

(Gruesomeness starts)

How about we go kill someone, hm? How about we slice open their stomach, and tear out their intestines? Make them eat it. Devour it, like they devour pig intestines. Treat them like the animals they are.

Or how about we choke someone out, hm? Feel your big hands around a small, frail throat that can't do anything to stop you. Look into their eyes, Yume. You see fear. The fear of death approaching. Don't tell me you don't like to see people scared of you, because I know you do. We both do. It fuels us. That fear makes us feel good.

Happy.

Joyful, even.

Just to see someone scared of us. They run away, but we chase them down. We tackle them and start stabbing them. Over. And over. And over. And over. We don't stop. Not even if they're limp. We mutilate them. Make their body beyond recognition.

(Gruesomeness stops)

Doesn't that feel good?

Wouldn't that make you happy?

It would make me happy.

And I am you.

"I'm taking those damn pills."

Don't you fucking dare.

I'll kill us both!

Yume stormed to his room.

Yume saw Max. Max was a tall demon with red skin, but black goo covering his face. Long black horns, and a swaying black tail. He held up a sign.

We'll die together!

Yume kept walking faster. He ignored the shadows in the corner of his eyes. He went to his room, took the pills, and relaxed. They didn't work instantly, but it calmed Yume to know that they were taken.

"Why can't I just die alone?"