It was early the next day, as (M/N) was laying in his bed. His eyes open already as if he didn't sleep at all. He simply stared at the ceiling as if he was waiting for something to get him out of bed. (M/N) thought back to the email he had received the other day. The one about West Kieran Police Academy. The one his whole plan was dedicated to and even if it didn't end off well, he had millions of other plans that would allow him to continue his pleasurable life just the way it is.
The sudden sound of the alarm from his phone made (M/N) sit up in his bed and prepare for the day. (M/N) got out of bed and started to fold his blankets nicely, placing them to the corner of his bed, placing the pillow nicely on top. (M/N) nods and bends down to pick up his phone. (M/N) places his phone on the bed as he walks to his closet and opens it wide, only to see a few dead bodies in there. Oops, he forgot they were in there again. (M/N) harshly kicks the bodies back into his closet as he smiles widely and pulls out a nice outfit for the police academy. Even if the academy will provide a uniform for them, (M/N) would rather make it his own.
Happily he snagged the uniform off of the man he killed about a month ago and altered it to his size and how he'd like it. Slightly exposing his chest, slightly. The pants were shorts and easy to use and fight in. The shoes were sneakers spray painted black to match the over squeaky vans shoes the police wear. (M/N) slowly put the police uniform on as he turned to look in the mirror, he fixed his hair to a messy amount as he turned, going to his bed to collect his phone. He placed his phone in his pocket as he left his room, shutting the door as he left.
(M/N) decided to let his parents sleep in today and greet them when he got home. (M/N) walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth as he did that with ease. The next step was to pick up the maggots, flies and other bugs off the floor from the skeletons of his animals. (M/N) grabbed the tweezers from the bathroom and walked to the living room and began this job. It wouldn't take long for (M/N) to be finished and to be putting the tweezers in his bag and spraying it with perfume to clear away the bloody smell.
Now (M/N) would buy another bag, yet he doesn't have the money to afford another bag at this moment. Sure he could just steal money from his parents, but what kind of son would he be if he did that? Not a very good one. (M/N) fixed himself up once more as he grabbed a piece of ham from his fridge and shoved it in his mouth. (M/N) eats his ham as he opens the door, grabbing his wallet and keys, shoving them in his bag. He walked out the door and closed it as he left.
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(M/N) walked down the bustling street. It was only during the day that the crowds gathered on the streets, yet at night it was dead quiet with only those who dared to come out, came out to drink and play around. Like what he saw last night. (M/N) kept walking as some little kids passed him and stopped to stare at his unmaintained hair, his odd clothing style and his mismatched eyes. Actually, everyone would always stop and stare at (M/N). They would look at him like he wasn't normal and he wasn't. He never was. He never would be. He loved being abnormal, it was his groove, his thing.
(M/N) finally stopped as he noticed a few other guys, girls and all in between, making their way past a gate that led them into West Kieran Police Academy. (M/N)'s smile grew three times bigger as he adjusted the bag on his back, making his way towards the gate with some others that did the same. (M/N) looked at the other students around him as he noticed a few of them shot him odd looking glares, not that he minded at all. He was used to it. As (M/N) walked past the gate, he heard some odd noises. Noises he usually heard at night, this filled him with an odd sense of pleasure.
