ONCELER X READER ONE SHOTS

' Stupid boy'

𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

(𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮)
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You walked into the bar, a wide grin on your face. You had just gotten a nice raise AND promotion from your job. You sat down on one of the stools and a bartender walked to you, "What can I get you?", you asked for a few shots of [drink of choice], he nodded and walked off.

From a couple seats down you could feel yourself being stared at, it kinda freaked you out, when looking around, you saw a man with Ebony black hair, a long-- really long tophat, a green suit top and black pants staring at you. His chain connected to his pants glimmered in the light, and you noticed the embelishment on the side of his top, what looked like the top of the trees in the nearby forest.

He seemed familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it. By this time you two had been making eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time, so finally you looked away. You wanted to distract yourself from the weird encounter, so you decided to

Look to where the bartender was preparing your drinks. While you did this, the man in the green suit came and sat beside you, though you hadn't realized this.

You only realized this when the bartender walked over, and asked who would be paying. You were confused why he said 'who', it was only you there, right? 

Or at least that's what you thought until he added, "I am.", which caused you to look at him with widened eyes. "You don't have--", he put his hand up, silencing you

"It's simply courtesy to buy drinks for such a pretty indiviual, like you.", he grinned, and your face flushed a light pink.

You nodded, though you looked nervous. He either didn't seem to notice, or care. "So, what's your name?", he asked, eyeing you up and down.

"..Y/N.", you replied, smiling softly. He grinned, "I'm The Greedler. Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." the two of you shook hands.

"Next round on me?" he asked, and you nodded.

After a few drinks you went back to his house, and had a long night. Then in the morning, the two of you began dating. He was a sweet boyfriend, but very dissmissive. And very secretive. You didn't mind all too much though.

He made you happy. That's all that mattered, right?
Or that's what you thought, until about a month in. Greedler had been in the shower and forgotten his phone. Every other second a notification would buzz.

You always respect his privacy-- but this was beginning to be annoying. So, you went to turn off his notifications. You weren't planning on reading them, until you saw the name of the contact that was messaging him.

'Girlfriend 2'.

Your eyes widened, and soon filled with tears. Was he-- cheating? You scrolled through his notifications, only able to see what she had just sent;

"Baby"

"Love where r u"

"You're coming over tonight, right?"

And many more, just like that one. Your sadness was replaced by anger quickly. Not at the girl, but at Greedler. He had just strung you along. 
Was he telling the truth about anything he ever said?

You weren't sure. Standing up from the couch, you walked to the kitchen and looked to the counter, where a block of knives sat.

(𝐓𝐖; 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞/𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝)

You grabbed one of the knives, staring at your reflection in it. Were you really gunna do this?  You took a deep breath, a shakey, yet deep breath.

After the breath, you began walking down the hall towards the bathroom, the sound of the shower running becoming louder as you approached.

The door creaked open when you turned the handel.
He yelped as he heard the door, "Y/N?!", he calmed down soon after you replied, "Just me, I came to put your phone in here. You.. kept getting notifications."

He didn't seem to notice the coldness in your voice. "Oh. Well, since you're here.. wanna join me?" he added the last part, and you could almost hear his smirk.

"Sure." you said before slowly opening the curtain. He smiled at you.

You weren't exactly sure if you were gunna miss that smile all too much. Before thinking better of it, you stabbed him in the neck, causing him to fall to the bottom of the shower, attempting to scream.

He couldn't though, blood had prevented that, it gushed out of the wound, and his mouth. He stared at you with wide eyes, and tears. You knelt infront of him, before stabbing him again.

You repeated that a few more times before he went limp, and you were covered in blood. 



Good thing he had the shower running, I guess.