✔️The funhouse of murder • Stray Kids X reader✔️

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"Where did she even-" Hyunjin muttered under his breath, and yet, somehow, mom was able to hear it. Maybe those robots had super hearing. She let out a chuckle, watching me slowly approach my father's struggling figure. "I've learned how to stay in the shadows. It's best to watch it all play out before making a move. And yet, when they least expect it, do whatever you can to survive. It's the easiest way to stay ahead of things. As long as you're invisible enough to others, they can't hurt you either. It's a shame I never got to tell Y/N in person when I was still alive, so I wanted to at least help her out once more when I had the chance."

Towering over my father, watching him struggle as he laid on the ground, I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. How terrible, the irony. All this time, I'd been the one to endure all of the abuse, the suffering, and pain. And yet, now that I was the one who had the upper hand, I couldn't even bring myself to torture him. I just wanted him to be gone, quick and easy. I didn't want to pay him any more attention that I already had to all these years. As long as he was gone, I'd finally have peace. Even if it was just a robotic version of him, I could finally let out all the rage I'd felt towards him.

I knelt down besides him, watching him struggle to talk as he tried to move. It almost seemed pathetic to watch him lie down so helplessly. Was this how I always looked like in his eyes? Weak, helpless, sad. For a second, I felt disgusted by myself. Not because of what I normally looked like, but thinking what my dad would have always thought of me. For for one second, thinking of hurting him in the ways that he did to me, and so much worse. I wasn't like him. I could never become like him. He could never have the satisfaction of raising someone to be just like him.

So why? Why couldn't I get any of those thoughts out of my mind? My willpower clearly wasn't strong enough, cuz after one weak punch against his chest, they grew more powerful, forceful, more rapid, as I hit him over and over again. I let out a loud scream, switching to his face, letting out everything I'd kept in for all these years. "This is all your fault! You killed her, you abused me, turned my brothers against me, made them do all these horrible things against me. You used me wherever you saw fit, and all for what! What on earth have I ever done to you for me to deserve this?!"

The tears started streaming down my face, watching him slowly grow weaker and weaker. Still, my hitting didn't seem to lessen any bit. Especially when he opened his mouth, with the same disgust in his tone he always had when speaking to me. "You didn't need to do anything wrong. Just your existence already ruined my life enough," he said coldly, before I hit the final blow. I could see the wires in his neck snap, watching his head only half connected still to his body.

I gave him one last weak punch against the chest, feeling the tears still rolling down my cheeks. "I did it..." I whispered to myself, looking at my mother. "Mom... I did it... I killed him. I killed him," I repeated, looking at her with a mixed expression. I was terrified, yet felt stronger than ever. Angry, yet happy. Free, yet still trapped. None of this was real anyways. I needed to remind myself of that, before my mind would go out of control.

I pulled out the needle from my dad's neck, slowly walking up to mom as I hugged her tightly. "I finally did it mom..." the screaming turned into sobs, not caring that it wasn't her soft body, but a hard, steel version of it. Even though I knew it couldn't be possible, it was almost as if I could still feel her warmth.

Until I no longer could. It happened in a split second. So quickly that I didn't even realize when she had taken the needle, or rather when she put in her own neck. I didn't notice my sobs becoming louder, nor did I comprehend when her body had suddenly fallen to the floor. Not until it was already too late. My vision became a blur, all sound muffled as a loud ringing took over my hearing. Hear hand reached up my cheek, gently cupping it, as I tried to figure out what it was she was saying.

"Y/N... love you... proud of you.... almost there... know what you have to do..." were all the words I could pick out through the screaming and crying. No matter how hard people seemed to cheer, or how much Sir seemed to be muttering about making these robots too emotionally involved by adding in memories, none of it seemed to come through as my head started pounding. My vision seemed split between reality and memory, as her once bloodied body was now spread out in the same position I had found her in those years ago.

Maybe it was Hyunjin's hand on my shoulder that got me out of my trance, or maybe it was his soft voice whispering in my ear. Whichever of the two it was, it brought me right back to the arena I was currently in. Seeing everyone around me cheering for us only felt like a stab in the back. The gates to the finish line already started to open, and yet I was far from done, I knew that all too well. Maybe it was the final reminder I just had from my mom that truly convinced me, taking away any doubt I had left. As Hyunjin around, I finally got up, slowly taking the needle of my mom's robot.

If only Hyunjin hadn't moved away so suddenly. Maybe then I wouldn't have to face him as I tried to execute my final victim.