The Happy-Killer//Sadako Yamamura x Male Reader

Chapter III "Crossing Paths"

(Y/n) POV:

"I don't know man, it's just... I feel like she's into me, but at the same time, I'm not really sure..." I said, slowly venting while sitting down "And it's weird for me 'cause one minute she's talking, the next she's throwing me against a wall!" I laughed a bit "...So... are you gonna kill me? or keep sitting on me?" the survivor asked while looking up at me. I then looked down at him, a bit annoyed "Dawg, I'm spilling my heart out about my love life, and you're concerned about being killed?" I asked as he shrugged "I just don't wanna keep being slugged and forced to hear about your feelings for a psychotic psychic," he admitted.

I gave a small nod "...Fair enough," I simply said before thrusting my knife through his skull, killing him quickly before standing up and stretching "Well that was a great work out," I said to myself as the entity spoke to me "Well I've been here for about a month and learned everyone's names, it's only natural I've started developing opinions," I explained while gathering the bodies of the survivors. I placed them in a pile as the Entity then consumed it "The people here aren't very chatty... so I'mma have to fix that!" I declared as the Entity then teleported me back to the common area where the other killers were.

~Meanwhile~

David POV:

I had been brought back to the campfire, laying on the ground as I held my head, due to the sensation of the knife being struck through my head still being there "Fuck that killer..." I groaned while attempting to stand up "Rough match?" I heard Meg's voice ask while offering a hand to help me up "You have no idea..." I accepted her help and managed to get to my feet.  We then headed towards where the others where as I took my seat on a log near the fire "They need to either nerf or get rid of that killer," I said while sighing "Let me guess, Impossible Skillcheck Doctor?" Kate asked while tuning her guitar "Unfortunately not..." I replied "Unfortunately?" Meg asked in surprise.

I nodded and clarified "The new killer, you know, the one with the white mask with the smile on it?" "Oh yeah... he has become quite the problem," Meg agreed "You guys talking about the guy who always laughs?" Renato asked, suddenly entering the conversation "He's a weird one... he had me slugged and just started talking to me rather than killing me instantly," I told.  "You know, a guy like that doesn't sound so bad... especially with the ones we already face," Claudette added her opinion "Still, we shouldn't take our chances in striking a conversation with the guy, people like him are the most dangerous," Meg explained "...He wasn't always that dangerous," a voice was then heard.

We all turned to see someone staring at us from the shadows "...So the killer isn't the only new one here," I said to myself while standing up "Welcome to hell... and you are?" I asked as the person then stepped into the light "...Alice... Alice Wonderlind."

Alice POV:

I revealed my name while walking a bit closer "I grew up with that killer... never thought he'd grow to be like this," I said a bit disappointed "So where you just swiped up by the Entity like him?" the man who asked my name questioned "Is that what it's called? Thought it'd be something like the boogeyman or what not," I shrugged at the name of the dense fog.  A girl with pig-tails then approached me "So you wanna explain why here now?" she asked "I was looking for an exit, but I guess I found out the hard way..." I said revealing a tear in the side of my shirt "The skin here just heals rapidly so... I guess that's the only perk of being here."

The others then looked at the tear before I then walked passed them and sat down "I had a run in with the metallic claws from the Entity, luckily I patched myself up without much effort," I explained "Taking a break from that, you said you knew the killer?" the pig-tailed girl asked and I nodded in response "Yup, grew up with him before leaving for a bit and coming back to his new self," I revealed.  I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a picture of me and (Y/n), when he was still smiling and didn't wear the mask "He looks like a child," a guy with an undercut said "He acted like one... I'm sure he still does but he used to really act like one," I chuckled at my fond memory.