A R T < 3 (Reader x Art)

6

You stared at him with a blank expression.
He walked towards you locking eye contact.

He jumped towards you then began fake laughing as if he was trying to taunt you with the saw in hand. Threatening over and over, fishing for a reaction.

You barely flinched and maintained a poker face the whole time.

Surprised by this response once again, he grabbed you by the hair and held you against him. Facing you away from him with the saw blade to your throat.

You looked up at him still maintaining direct eye contact.

"If you.. wanted to hurt me.. why didn't.. you do it sooner?" You struggled to ask with the grip he had on you.

Then there was a knock on the door.

He released his grip.

"You have to pick this shit up and go to my room or something."

He gave you a spiteful look but to your surprise, he listened.

You thought it was kinda cute that he listened. That was a turn of events you did not expect.

He sat on your bed with his arms crossed dramatically like a child. You laughed to yourself because you thought that was progress.

"Sienna?"

"I was just making sure you got home safe."

"I'm fine. Seriously go home and relax."

"Why are you being weird?"

"Maybe because one of my close friends just died and I'm exhausted and I'm still figuring out how to cope."

"She was barely your friend." Sienna said confused

"Not everyone's desensitized from murder scenes Sienna." You snapped

She shook her head

"Yeah you're right. Good luck (Y/N). I'll see you around." She walked away in frustration

You quickly shut the door unbothered and ran to your room but he was gone out the window.

Fuck. You thought.

You started to internally panic. Your attachment issues were clearly deeper than you could imagine if his leaving upset you.

You paced around the house.
It eventually fell night time but you could not sleep. You wondered if he was gonna show back up.

Hours of staring at the ceiling passed and there was still no sign. The windows were unlocked on purpose.

You decided to take a brief walk around town around 3 am. Vulnerable hoping he would strike again.
It made you almost insecure that he didn't.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" A scratchy yet creepy voice asked as you passed a 24 hr diner on the way home.

It was an older man smoking a cigarette.

"You want a ride pretty lady?"

You ignored the cat call and kept walking but he approached you quickly and grabbed your arm aggressively.

"No need to be a bitch lady I was just being ni-"

He was abruptly stopped mid sentence.

He began gurgling on his own blood.

You turned around quick and were taken aback by what you'd just seen.

It was Art.
He must have been watching you this whole time.

He stuck a screwdriver through the back of the man's head and it pertruded out of his mouth.

He than began choking  him until there was no life left and threw his body to the ground.

You stared at art and he stared back with a sinister grin.

You were lost for words but you gasped when he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up over his shoulder like a sack and began walking off.

It was like he was in no rush and didn't care who saw because he just kept walking.

You had no clue where he was taking you but you didn't care.

There was blood on your (pick color)-silk shorts and tank top.