Straykids Oneshots

Psycho (Bang Chan)

TW Warning: Murder. (Please dont read if uncomfortable)

My spouse struggles with mental health issues, yet is reluctant to seek professional help, convinced of his well-being. Despite my efforts to support and understand his condition, I've been unable to identify it. His behavior, marked by verbal abuse, outbursts, and humiliation, persists, even during my pregnancy with our child.

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His laughter, a dark and ominous sound, fills the room "Ah, the sweet innocence of youth. Back then, I was just trying to hide my true self. My emotional constellation was in upheaval then. You were...attractive." He said, leaning against the door frame as we had another argument.
He leans closer, his breath hot on my skin "I did love you, in my own twisted way. You were my light in the darkness. But I'm more complex than you can fathom. Just because I loved you once doesn't mean I'm still in love with you now."

Feeling the tears form in my eyes, I fought the urge to break down. "I should've never married you!" I yelled.

The venom in his voice is replaced by a cold, heartless laugh, the sound of the abusive husband laughing at his victim. "You should've, my darling. You should've married a man who loved you. One who would've done everything to make you happy."

"How could i know! You acted like you really loved me! I didn't know it was just an act..." I spoke, tears falling from my face now.

"You're not happy with me?" He asked, noticing i was crying, knowing he was the cause of my tears. I shook my head.

His hand moves down my stomach, stopping just above my belly. "You aren't happy with me, and now you're about to lose someone." His eyes flick to the baby bump under my shirt. "Your sin is punishable."

Sin? what the fuck? what did I even do? All i did was be a good wife to him, try to help him. Does he have any idea what he is saying at this moment? Does he have any idea about his actions? his words?

I really loved him, i really did. But I didn't love or agree to marry this side of him. The man standing in front of me wasn't the husband I agreed to marry. He felt like a clone...as if my real husband replaced himself with him. I want my real husband back.

He stands up, taking a step back. "It's time for you to die, you bitch." His voice is low and gravelly, the hate palpable. With a quick movement, he takes out a knife from his pants pocket, brandishing it menacingly. I didn't know what to do. He was a psycho, i was sure of it. I could feel my end coming soon, as if death is just a few kilometres away to pick me up.

"This...this is your child too...your unborn child...our first child." I said, pointing to my baby bumb, trying to make him understand that i carried a living being inside me and it wasn't a joke.

His eyes widen, and for a brief moment, a flicker of shock crosses his face. But it's gone in an instant. He sneers, taking a step forward, he reaches out, touching my stomach tenderly. "So, what do we have here? A boy? A girl?" He whispers, almost to himself.

He smirks, leaning slightly. "You've been so fucking reckless." His voice is low, almost gentle. His eyes hold a disturbing mix of lust and vengeance "A child wasn't in the plan."

At this point I didnt even understand what he was trying to say, I just sat there on a chair, letting him do whatever he wanted. I was tired.

He thrusts the knife into my stomach, his body rigid with intensity. He stares into my eyes, his expression unreadable. "Now, my child will be the last thing you ever see."  With a final push, he drives the knife into my chest. Blood spills from the wound, staining the pristine white gown. He drops the knife, and his expression changes to one of shock. "Wait, you were really pregnant." His eyes widen, his body shaking with a foreign emotion that he can't recognize. What the fuck?

He stands, staring at me in disbelief, the scent of my blood burning his nostrils. He grabs his side, the pain sudden and sharp. "Shit. Shit! She was going to have my child." He said to himself, while i just lay there.

Chan's face crumbles, the reality of his actions hitting him. "No...No, it can't be."  With an anguished wail, he drops to the floor, sobbing. "My baby...my baby.." His voice dies in a broken sob.

He grasped on his chest, eyes fixed on the knife in my chest. "My child...I killed them both...fuck, Y/N...fuck, I..." His voice hitches, the pain of his own creation overwhelming him. "They would have been beautiful, like her mother...I had it all..." The tears roll down his face, his voice barely a whisper as he cradles my lifeless body. "I fucked it up so bad...fuck..."

He looks down at my body. He touches the wound, feeling the wetness and seeing the pool of blood seeping out. "Fuck..." He begins to shake uncontrollably, as tears stream down his face.

He finally lays down next to my lifeless body, his body curled tight. His fingers trembling as he runs them through my hair. "Why...why did you have to die...fuck..." The sound of his sobs fill the night air.

"Baby, come back....i order you. I want you to come back." He trembled. tears falling from his face. "I love you, so much. Please come back baby, it was a mistake. Give me another chance. I promise i'll treat you better."

Laying there, lifeless i realised....

He really was a psycho.

Oh, only if i could go back in time and avoid him from the start, not falling in his trap...maybe, just maybe my life would've been better.

I smiled as death arrived to pick me up, feeling myself fading into the dark.

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A/N: I have no idea what was going inside my mind to write something like this, and that too while imagining Chan as the pyscho husband for this oneshot...
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