Yandere One Shots

Am I Dreaming

Twisted Wonderland x gn serial killer reader

I ran, I ran, I ran, I ran again. I don't know how they found me, but I was so close to escaping from everything I had done.

I have killed so many, so many. I couldn't even count them all. I enjoyed it ever since I killed my family.

I can hear the police sirens. I fled the house after I killed that wealthy man. He thought he owned me. Well, not anymore. I ran into the woods without looking back, but I could still hear the police officers pursuing me.

I turned my head to see how far away I was when my foot got caught on a tree branch, causing me to stumble and fall down the hill.

I kept falling until I was struck on the head, and finally, I landed on the ground. I tried to move, ignoring the pain, and managed to sit up instead of lying down.

I stayed there for what felt like hours, my vision starting to fade as I began to black out. I saw a figure approaching me, but I couldn't make out the words they were saying.

I lost consciousness and woke up in what appeared to be an alleyway. I sat there for a moment, trying to gather my bearings. How did I end up here? Wasn't I still in the woods just moments ago before I lost consciousness?

I walked out of the alleyway and looked around, noticing that everything seemed strangely different. People were being kind to each other, and as I continued walking, I saw a hybrid creature—a woman with a lioness's tail and non-human ears. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of animal she was.

As I explored this strange place, I encountered a group of teenagers wearing uniforms and holding peculiar-looking pens. As I passed by, I witnessed something that completely shocked me—magic. One of the teenagers used their pen to lift flags and hang them on the walls. It was something I had never seen before, right before my eyes.

My eyes widened in disbelief, but I kept walking. Eventually, I came across a TV playing nearby. I walked up to it and started watching, determined to find out what was going on and how all of this was happening in this place.

As I sat watching the TV, absorbed in the news report, a sense of disorientation washed over me. The lady on the screen welcomed viewers, and as I listened intently, trying to make sense of my surroundings, the reality of where and when I was beginning to sink in.

The news report detailed an investigation into an unknown murder carried out by the NRC task force. My curiosity piqued, and I studied the photo of the team on the screen, feeling like an outsider in this unfamiliar world.

Just as I was about to move away from the TV, a peculiar cat caught my eye. Its tail seemed strange, and flames flickered from its ears. I couldn't help but notice the intensity of the cat's gaze fixed on the news report, but I dismissed it as a trick of the light.

Suddenly, to my disbelief, the cat began speaking to itself. Startled, I turned to face the cat, unable to comprehend what was happening before me. A talking cat? The cat caught my stare and confidently proclaimed, "You've got a problem from the greatest detective, Grim."

Struggling to process the surreal encounter, I watched in astonishment as the cat stood up on its hind legs. Doubts crept into my mind, questioning my sanity and the reality of the situation. Had I truly gone mad, or was this talking, standing cat a figment of my imagination?

I hope it was good.

Bye bye