Yes, it skipped the line. ONLY CUZ YALL BEGGIN FOR IT-))
Knives? Check...
Rope? Check check...
Duck tape? Check check check.
Y/N stuffs everything into his pockets before adjusting the body suit. It's pure black, matte, and perfect for concealing his identity and hiding in the shadows. Even if he weren't wearing it, he could still pass for one of those creepy superheroes. The mask covers most of his face and he blends in with anyone else who would walk past him on the street.
The sun has already set by this point, and people are everywhere visiting houses to collect candy from those who are willing to give it. They're so busy that no one notices as a lone figure moves around on the streets.
He steps behind a burger joint, staying in the shadows of the buildings, and searching for the next unlucky soul to cross his path. He can feel himself growing hungry, even through the thick padding of the bodysuit. However, he isn't hungry for food of any sort.
He's hungry to kill.
His eyes scan over the faces of passing strangers. The only thing that catches his eye is another man who seems like he doesn't belong either. He keeps moving forward, following the other man.
the man is wearing a makeshift devil costume, and he quietly searches the streets just as he is. His hands seem steady, though there is something off about the way they shake slightly. This could be from fear or excitement, but he doubts this.
Y/N follows the other man, not sure why he feels so drawn to him. Perhaps it is because he is different than everyone else. No one else can stand out like he does. That's what draws him, like the call of the night.
He watches as a little girl runs up to the man, probably saying she likes the costume he assumes. The man kneels down to the little girl and says something to her. Whatever it was, it had frightened her, and she had ran away from the man.
Y/N decides that this will be his first victim of the night. There's something about the man that he wants to cut open and let spill on the floor.
His hand tightens its hold on the knife in his pocket, a small dagger he purchased for his next victim. He had taken some time out of his schedule and spent some time looking for the right knife. He knew he couldn't use any ordinary kitchen knife since they'd be too easy to trace back to him, so he decided to go all the way for this particular weapon.
The man walks away towards the end of the street. Y/N's heart races with anticipation, but he forces himself to remain calm. As long as he remains quiet, nothing will go wrong.
He waits until the man disappears from sight before he makes his move. Y/N takes a deep breath and slowly creeps closer to the man. They now walk quietly in an alley, dark and hidden from others.
The man stops in front of Y/N, and he stops too, his hand gripped onto the weapon in his pocket.
It's now or never.
He lunges at the man, stabbing him in the side. The blood staining his hands red as his blade slips between the man's ribs. His victim lets out a choked gasp and turns toward him in surprise. The man's lips curl up into a cruel smile as he narrows his eyes.
The man grabs the skinny figure who had stabbed him and throws him to the side before pulling the knife out of his side. Blood drips down his fingers and onto the ground.
The knife glints in the moonlight as blood pools around it. The man looks down at it with that same sickening smile still plastered on his face.
He lifts up his sweater and reveals a belt with assorted knives, butchery tools, and a knife sharpener. He grins wider as he looks at Y/N. Y/N stares up at him, unable to move. He knows he should run, or try to fight, but he can't seem to figure out which one. The man smiles, leaning down as if he were going to tell Y/N a secret.
"So, you're a murderer too?" The man asks, grabing his knife sharpener from his belt.
"Wait, what?" Y/N asks, staring as the man he had stabbed before was now sharpening the knife he had used to stab him with, the man's own blood still on it.
"I'm on the news, you didn't know?" He laughs, spinning around the knife in his hand before offering it back to Y/N.
"Wait..." Y/N thinks for a moment as he takes his knife back. He gasps, realizing who was in front of him. "You're the Red Devil on the news! Oh my gosh! I'm such a fan!"
"Oh, please, call me Bob. Bob Velseb." He says, adjusting his horns.
"That's so cool though!" Y/N says, literally trying to keep himself from jumping up and down. "I try to do everything just like you! Well, besides the cannibal part."
"I'm flattered, but I'm not much of an idol."
"You are to me!" Y/N says, observing Bob's belt.
Bob notices Y/N's gaze and raises an eyebrow at him, "Something wrong?"
"Well, your outfit..." Y/N says, pointing to the devil costume he's wearing. "It really fits you, but I wonder if you could alter it a bit. It would be great if it helped you blend in with the shadows! and the same costume every year? you might get caught!"
Bob pauses for a moment before giving him a sly smirk. "Sure, I'll make some changes. But we wouldn't want any of the police investigating, now would we?" He stands up straight and stretches his arms above his head. A few bones pop loudly, causing Y/N to wince.
Speaking of police, they hear the police sirens and start to see red and blue flashing lights.
"We should split up, so they don't find you. You have your knife?" Bob asks.
Y/N pulls the knife out of his pocket before nodding. "I have the rest of my belongings too. Don't worry, I won't forget them, you have my word."
Bob nods and begins to run away. Y/N continues running the opposite direction until he finds himself on an open street.
Well, he got to meet his idolized murderer. He decides to call it a night, walking home quietly.
