If I Killed Someone for You - |Ranboo x Reader.|

Log: 15

Blood. Lots of it. Way to much. It's dripping down the sink and seeping into the tiles. But god it feels so fucking good.

I slumped down from the sink, with the blood on my wrists stinging as it seeped into the cuts. Somehow.

I needed to get this pain out, this pain of uncertainty. My plan for killing everyone here was set to perfection, and the rest should be smooth sailing.

Expect for a couple of kinks.

For starts, my main goal of doing this is keeping Y/N alive. That's all I need. I need them. Them to be with me, for me to be loving them. My feelings have gotten to intense for me to ignore the fact that they are practically screaming in my face. My heart felt like glass. Every little thing that happened leading up to my decision felt like a gunshot, and fuck did it shatter the glass that enclosed my heart.

Second, I had trouble figuring out who I wanted kept alive. Insane right? Keep a few alive but kill the rest. Tubbo and Tommy are cleared, they've never been a problem for me. I was planning to keep Phil, just so Tommy and Tubbo have someone to rely on.

Rely on? Well, I can't get caught in the act. Spending time in jail is far worse than doing doing the deed myself. Taking my final bow, if you will.

I also decided to keep Skeppy and Bad alive. I know Tommy and Skeppy are on good terms, and so are Tubbo and him, but Bad to keep him in control would be more beneficial. And besides, that bitch can throw knives, I don't think defense would be a problem.

The hardest one for me was wether or not to kill Purpled. I know, I know. He's random, and apart from being technicallay clever, what threat does he serve for me. Well that's his tragic flaw, or maybe the opposite in my case. He's too smart. He'll know somethings up before anything even happens. His tech is way to overpowered for my job, so killing him first would be my best bet.

Actually, that's where I'm heading now. They always say never start an act with your best one, cause then everyone will just leave. You save the best act for last. Common sense, right?

Not for this ringmaster. If I take out Purpled first, then the blame will be shifted to Schlatt even more, since Illumina and Purpled had a bit of history. Most serial killers leave a little mark for their victims. Something to mark their prey. Well I had an idea, but I'm saving thay for later.

Now, I'm not stupid. There's cameras everywhere. Our watches also track our movement and or location. So I also had to blueprint my plan before I could actually exacute it.

This is simple. I would walk into my room with the watch on. Cameras aren't set in the rooms either, so walking into my room was easy enough. then, I would set my heated blanket up and my little heart I stole- I MEAN, borrowed, from Build-a-Bear Workshop. Our watches also track heat and pulse, so I figured a heated blanket on top of a beating heart, it's just perfection! Next, I would send a message to Purpled through the watches before I left, telling him I need to ask him something about my gear and to meet up in his workshop at 2:45 AM. 

Early? Not really. The person who goes to sleep last is Sapnap. Whopping 2:30 AM.

Going through the vents was my best bet, and I already knew that they connected to Purpled's workshop. And best of all! No cameras are installed in there!

So that's where we are right now. Or...At least I'm crawling through the vents, I don't know what you're doing, probably reading some crappy story made by some rando on Wattpad or something.

I finnally arrived to the vent of the oh so famous Purpled and quietly screwed it opened. Holy shit, I could barely fit through the vent in my room but this opening was huge. Well, for good ventilation I would assume.

I had hastily screwed them back on and sat on one of the empty tables that wasn't covered in papers or tools.

Then, I got out my weapon, or my poison, I guess. Can't really kill someone unless they actually ingest it, I think. I poured it out into a cup that was sitting there on the table, still filled with whatever energy drink he was drinking before.

I didn't have anything to check the time with with so I kinda just waited until something happened. I think after 10 minutes of sitting on this metal table, the door had creaked open.

Thankfully, it was Purpled who had walked in, and he was legit just wearing sweatpants. You'd think someone who was coming to his workshop would wear a shirt, but I digress.

He raised his eyebrows at me before eyeing his energy drink. Perfect. I lifted it up and titled it towards him, signaling him to take a sip out of it.

He grabbed the cup, but didn't take a sip, just looked at it before placing it down on a small empty spot of the table. "So why'd you need me so early? I was awake but it's weird that it's you of all people"

I shrugged, "What? You think I'm someone who doesn't need gear or something? Listen, I'm looking for upgrades likes the rest of the others"

"Hmph".

We kinda shared some unwanted and unusual tension. He couldn't have figured it out..right?"

"Alright," he started. "Get your gear and let's take a look at it" he added.

I almost got mad. Almost. But, when he lifted the cup up and took a sip. Two sips. Three sips. Four sips.

Four sips of straight bleach, mixed with some other random cleaning shit I found that clearly said 'DO NOT INJEST', but, I again digress

His pupils almost instantly got smaller and he heaved as he placed the cup down. A small smile crept across my face.

He coughed, and coughed, and god he just kept coughing and wheezing. His hands were placed on his chest has he tried to stop himself from choking on whatever he thought he was choking on. It was getting annoying so I decided I would quickly finish the job. I went up to him and gripped his chin and the crown of his head. "Take your final bow Grayson, this is how it ends~".

And the snapping of his neck was music to my ears.