"I'm In Love With The Devil" - Candyman X Reader

🪝 Lover Or Not...? 🪝

◉ Next Evening — 8:00 PM ◉

I was out all day today. No, not to run any errands or anything, I just need to get some air. Did nothing much but roam around Central Park and Times Square.

I didn't come home until later. It's now eight or past eight in the evening.

I saw Elton again at the front door. "Hey, (Y/N)." "Hey." I said back. "I'm sorry about my friend yesterday. He acted like a total jerk." No offense. "Oh it's alright, sweetie." he said. "It's not your fault. Your tall friend doesn't seem to... like me that much. Yet I don't even know the guy. Was he jealous?" I shrug. "Think so." I look at the window of my house. The curtains were closed and a light was on. I saw a shadow. It moved a bit. I nod nonchalant. 'Candy... Wonder what he's up to...'

I look at Elton. "I'd better go check on him. I know he's probably lonely without me being there." He chuckle. "Yeah. You should. I think he's been rather quiet today." "Oh." I say. "You didn't see him? "No. Not since yesterday." Been rather quiet, huh? Guess Candy wasn't killing people today. Well who knows? He may have dipped out and went on a killing spree or something then came back here. Knowing him. "I see." "(Y/N)..." Elton gives me a confused yet suspicious look.

"Who is he to you? Besides a friend?"

"Nothing. Just a friend." I lie. Elton doesn't reply. I could tell that he knows something is up. I felt nervous. Eventually he brush it off. "Okay, (Y/N). No problem. If he's your friend, he's your friend. Go right ahead and check on him. He's probably really lonely." Elton caresses my cheek. I playfully move his hand away, causing him to smirk. "Alright, Elton. I'll see you later."

• Elton P.O.V. •

I watch as (Y/N) enter the apartment. She enter the elevator and press the button. I pull out a cigarette and light it. I lean on the stair rail and think.

Then, (Y/N)'s... 'friend' came into mind. First off, I've never seen this man before. Strange yet, he looks a bit... mature. I couldn't tell because he looks young but he may be older. And he's very tall. Taller than me and (Y/N), actually.

My question is... why would a person like him be a friend to her? Do they know each other? How does he know (Y/N)? Yeah, dude. I have a lot of thoughts running in my head that's not really adding up.

I'm not jealous or anything, it just seems off. Like where did she meet this stranger at? I don't know, man. Something's not sitting right with me. I worry for (Y/N). I hope she'll be okay with... whoever he is...

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• Your P.O.V. •

I took a deep breath before stepping into the house. I close the door and lock it. I take off my jacket and hang it up. Then I hear the sound of humming. Very low, deep humming. I look. I saw Candy. He was at my easel. He was holding a paintbrush in his normal hand. 'Is he painting something?' I don't mind, it's his hobby. I listen to his hum. It sounded... calm, strangely. And somewhat dark. Not too dark, but oddly comforting. I walk over to him. "Hey. I'm home." Candy stops painting and sees me. He gives me warm smile.

"Honey..."

He sit the paint brush down and hug me. I smile a bit, hugging him back.