➳❦Sanegiyuu Oneshots𖤛☔︎

🕷Serial Killer❀

TW:BLOOD AND GORE

Some other info: Non-canon behavior, Bit long chapter

(Lmao why did I make this so.. cringey)

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A red thick fluid trickled down the pale and smooth arm, painting it with a less deeper shade as it thinned out. The owner of the arm smirked a bit to himself, enjoying the scene in front of him. But he was not satisfied yet. He bent down to face the deceased, his hand snaking towards the abdomen of the corpse. With a sharp blade in hand.

The victim was laying there silently - But their face was frozen in fear, and it gave off the impression of a loud voice screeching as it was cut into, their life slowly seeping away. It contrasted the quietness in a way, that made the man with the knife feel empowered by his art. He felt like a child proudly showing the project he worked so hard on to his teacher.

His fingers trailed lightly over the deep wounds that he made only moments ago - ready to make more.

The knife once again opened the now pale skin of the lifeless body. It made a clean and seamless cut, blood once again trickling down the stained skin of the corpse. Another hand emerged and took hold of the slit, spreading it open, putting the tip of the knife back into the corner of the slit and further slicing it up, making the slit bigger until it became a big flesh wound.

The mysterious man then removed the knife, and put it aside on the wet and murky asphalt. It still smelled of heavy rain since before, and dark puddles of water scattered around the scene unraveling in the middle of the night.

The stranger then took hold of the deep wound once again, but a firmer and tighter grip with all of their fingers and a lot more force. With a quick move, the skin teared and was ripped open, exposing flesh and insides. More thick warm fluid seeped down onto the asphalt, creating puddles of blood that mixed with the dirty water puddles.

The cut up corpse steamed a little because of the heat released. Small, small water droplets started to tickle the skin of the man who sat in front of the body, who stared at it with a spark in his eyes. The sight fascinated him, it was like looking at a map. Everything is in it's place, has it's own spot and it even works a bit like a puzzle. If it's not where it's supposed to be it can't become complete.

He continued to trail his hand up the stomach of the victim, creeping closer to the big opening exposing their insides. The hand's fingers curled around the edge before diving right in.

Blood splattered around, spilling the liquid around and made a slight mess around the corpse. As the hand dug y deeper and deeper, there was more and more sloshing noises. It pulled out a piece of flesh that was a light tan and slightly pinkish, and a bit spongy - and drenched in red.

The hot insides laid still and the man dropped the pancreas to the ground, his gaze once again locked onto the ripped open guts, his eyes darting to the chest, where he knew there was more to explore.

It would become a messy night.

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