Chains (Servant Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 16: Where Home Lies

"Lost, little girl?"
A rough voice spoke close to her ear, jolting her in surprise.

An old man was gazing at her longingly. She was only resting up against a wall, trying to catch sleep before the next day. She would either get to a police station, report herself as an orphan and get into the appropriate institution, or fight her way out by working at stalls or shops.

"No. I'm fine." She said quietly.
"Please leave me alone."

The man's face sank into view as he crouched before her. He was the kind of person who had four of his top buttons off, and smelled of tobacco and cigarettes. His bald head tilted to match with his ill-meaning sneer.

"Come on, won't you come along? It'll be worth the trouble, I promise!"

"Is your house very far away?"

"Huh? Oh...no!" He said quickly, surprised to see a positive response.
"It's right- there," he said, pointing at an apartment in a tall, old building.

He readily led the way, and Y/N followed. They walked up the stairs. The old man walked faster than before, clearly excited for something obscene.

"Tell me, grandpa," she spoke, once they were right outside his door.
"Why did you invite me?"

"Why...I- well, you see, an old man like me...is very lonely. I have no wife...no lover, seeing a young pretty girl like you all alone makes my heart ache. So I wanted to-"

"Make me feel loved?"

"Ah... exactly," he replied, turning around to smile at her. His disgusting, scrunched up face parted as he crumbled for the keys. He opened the door and pulled her in enthusiastically, and shut the door.

"Stay." She whisper-snarled under a breath, not loud enough for him to hear.
"I need a place to stay."

"Now, I'll-"
But he never got to finish his sentence, an arm shot out from within the overcoat, yielding a sharp knife which stabbed into his fatty sides.

He tried to scream, his eyes and mouth twitching with shock- but the knife plunged in over and over, spurting blood and splashing her in the face. She stopped thrusting the blade into his punctured body once it stopped moving.

"I'm sorry," she said simply, wiping the blood off her chin. She threw the knife to her side and packed the body into a garbage bag.

"But I don't really feel bad at all, for scum like you aren't quite worth living. If I hadn't murdered you, you would have led another unsuspecting girl into your apartment. The only difference between me and her is that..."
She stole a glance at the blood-stained weapon lying at the corner of the room.

"Is that I had this knife...and she probably wouldn't have."

"My mother...I wonder whether she would be proud of ashamed of me right now?"

Through the balcony, the eery moonlight shun into her face, making the blood dripping off her face seem like liquid rubies.

"But mother...I'm surviving. I should get some credit...for effort, right? I'm trying...I'm trying so hard..."
She grunted while firmly tying up the garbage bag, the plastic crinkling loudly.

"To think this shoddy, revolting apartment could have transformed into our cottage...on the hills...but I don't have any regrets...no fears anymore..."

"For you reside within me after all."
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"You want to work here?" A plump lady enquired, staring at Y/N. Her mousy-brown hair was in a bun, her dirty apron had the remnants of last night's soup on it, all while chewing some gum constantly.