The Miraculous Story of Y/N and KhanMan

In which the Detective tries to get Khan out of her head ;3

I get a really, really bad feeling from this guy. He's the kinda guy that says 'tiLL deAth dO uS paRT', but then actually cause your death the next day. I turn my attention back to the weird lizard guy again.

"Okay, okay, ugh... I guess I have to sing along." It physically hurt me to say that.

"Very good, little detective," his voice is disgustingly smoothed over. Forced, even. Thank god I'm not the only one. "Say, I never did catch your name, miss..?"

"You already know my damn name, you greasy snake." He unshackles me from my chair-shaped torment.

"Right, right. Sorry. Say, why did you agree to my deal?" Conniving rat.

"Because... I kind of value my life?" I gave him a scathing glare, hoping he'd shut up.

He passively ducked his head in acknowledgment, and guided me out of the depressive room with a hand at my back. Discomfort crawled up my spine, but I said nothing. I was already in enough trouble as it was. We walked through the building without incident. The staircase was a different story, though. There was a dark stain at the very bottom. Some people would call it grease, but I simply knew better.

Finally, we were under the awning of the Collegeboard Headquarters- just as I suspected. There was a fairly nice car parked on the curb. Coleman had stopped. Under the awning. I turned to look at him and he looked at me.

"This is where we part ways," he said, forlorn.

Now I'm not stupid. I know what that means, anybody would. So I play along.

"Sorry we had to meet like this. I wish it could've been under different circumstances, like you not killing kids presumably for fun," I fixed him with a sarcastically forlorn voice. That he bought.

"But! What's done is done, and I expect to be home with absolutely no shenanigans." He looked... crushed. Good. It's the way it has to be.

I stepped into the car with resolve. And new bruises. David Coleman also stepped into the car. The rain plastering his hair to his forehead, making him seem almost... human. I sighed, and directed my attention out to the rain. The car started, and I saw an almost familiar figure. His face was a little round. A little too round, some might say. Others would even call it uncannily round. Before I could properly make out anything else, Coleman drove away, and the round face... followed us home.

The first thing I did when I got home was step out of the car. Obviously. Then I grabbed the keys to my 2000 Volkswagen Jetta. The scent inside reminded me of my time spent working as a daycare attendant. The smell of crayons has always soothed me ever since I started working there. Sometimes I still miss it.

I ruminated on these things as I went to McDonalds in the pouring rain. I was practically starving after being tied up for that long! I had a real hankerin' for the fries specifically. They were my daycare kids' favorite treat, after all. It makes me think about all those kids that have been disappearing by the hands of the nefarious David Coleman. Hy heart clenched with a flurry of distress and anger.

"Hi, welcome to McDonalds. Can I get your order?"I realize with a start that I've arrived at McDonalds.

"Uhhh f-fFrench fry.... French fry." I gulp. "Please."

"Is... is that it?"

"Yup!"

"...drive to the window."

That was EMBARRASSING.

I drive to the window and pay for for my food with minimal embarrassment, then drive to the next window to actually get my french fries. How did I get this way? No, seriously, how. I'm a top-notch detective. My father served in Vietnam for heaven's sakes!

"Ma'am? Your food?" I startled again. Damn McDonald's.

"Oh, sorry, thank you!"

I try to think nothing of the Ronald McDonald costume the employee is wearing. He has an oddly round face, too. I drove off as quickly as I could. Something wasn't right. And it definitely had something to do with that McDonald's. Once I get home, I lock my door in a panic. I throw myself on the couch and do the only thing that could possibly calm me down. I grab my squishmallow turtle and turn on Ryan's Toy Reviews. Literally anything to get the disturbing round face out of my head.

The detective never quite noticed a haunting figure out on her driveway in the pouring rain that night.

A/N (Dollz and Lakia, on Discord call):

Lakia: Dollz get out of my head

Dollz: NUH-UH

Lakia: I HATE YOU

Dollz: (redacted)

Dollz: I'm just a figment of your imagination I was never real you made me up as a coping mechanism because you have no friends

Lakia: ...I was in COVID lockdown for 1 week and this is how you repay me. Making me look insane on Wattpad OH MY GOD YOU COUGHED YOU HAVE COVID-

A/N 2 (Lakia, at ungodly hours of the night): 

I'm gonna let Dollz handle the next couple of updates out of spite. I'm kinda entrusting Dollz with my account. There's no way to share it with Dollz's account so it can edit the story too. This sucks brah. I also need to figure out a new chapter name so that it doesn't look like this story is a weird self-insert story. Oh wait, look at the title, never mind!