Halieutics {Creepypasta X Reader}

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<< ? POV >>

Files spread across the desk, there was about ten of them in front of me. My hand reached for the closest one, my thumb flicked it open and a name was written on top.

Adrian Sullivan.

Large red words were stamped next to it. "KILL" causing me to smirk, it had been a little while since the two other guys and I had a mission. I closed the folder and placed it down away from the rest. Top Secret was what it was labeled as.

"Woah, Slender must have been letting these stack for a bit." I chuckled while closing the folder, I spun in my little office chair and looked up at the man that threw the folders down. His black mask with bright red stitching stared deep into my soul matching with his yellow hoodie. His shoulders raised resulting in a shrug and I lifted my mask letting it rest on the side of my head. My hands instinctively grabbed my carton of cigarettes in my jacket pocket and pulled the small paper filled with tobacco. Hoodie reached in his pocket and slipped out a lighter, it flickered to life easily and he held the small flame beneath the cigarette. I puffed a bit before pulling it out from between my lips that were cracking from how dry they were and I blew the smoke out, my fingers tapping the end of it which was burnt, off. My partner in crime shoved the lighter away and pointed towards the rest of the folders making me point my attention back to it, the small lamp in the corner of my desk was the only source of light in this room. I nodded in understanding and turned back around to dig through the rest of the files.

After an hour of reading through the cases which were all boring as shit since everyone was no better than a pile of dirt, all without jobs, lived with their parents well into their late twenties. This was our job we killed the people that had no chance on this Earth, they don't help it, they don't affect it. Yeah they had loving families but we don't give a flying fuck, doesn't hurt us in anyway. Yet one person here did have a job, other than that she doesn't do anything. I laughed learning she didn't even go to college yet has been home out of school for a year and a half. I stared at the picture of her that was stapled onto the paper of information we needed of her.

"Pretty enough," I tsked. "Such a waste of a pretty little face." I smirked, Hoodie who stood beside me shook his head. "What a shame." I threw the folder down and stood up. "Too bad I don't give a damn." I cackled, my chair rolled back a bit and I looked at Hoodie. He stepped back as he hid his hands in his pocket.

"We leave tonight." He stated, I yanked my mask back into place and walked towards the door.

"We will split this up into multiple nights." I ordered, Hoodie nodded at my words as I grabbed my orange jacket off the coat rack screwed into the wall. "Grab Toby for me, we will kill one tonight. Stalk during the day, save that pretty girl to kill last." I stomped out of my office and zipped my jacket up, I was heading up to my room avoiding the killers that walked the hallways in front of me. I needed to grab a new pack of cigarettes.

<< Y/N POV >>

I was officially on my thirty minute break at work, Stirling had left about an hour ago. I was currently snacking on some fries the cooks had made me, Bryson was cooking me a burger though which I'm not sure I'll trust. God knows what kind of drugs he'll try to put in it this time. I yawned, I was too tired for this, thankfully the morning rush is over and no one is here besides old men acting like this is a bar and drinking coffee at the coffee counter. I stretched my legs out under the table and swiped my phone from beside me, casually scrolling through YouTube. I clicked a kind of documentary video explaining some new social media drama and watched it until my burger was finished. I quickly ate before cleaning up my mess and returning the empty dishes to the kitchen. I tried going unnoticed but of course Nick had to stop me.