|°~ I love you, is that crazy? •~| REGRETEVATOR X READER ONESHOTS

+Hate me so you love me.+ +FollyxReader+

Guys Guys guys why am I back :Loading gun noises: GUYS PLEASE HELP
But in all seriousness I might write again lol

 -MASSIVE TW -

Stockhole Syn , Unhealthy relationships, Treating your partner as more of a tool than an actual human. Also shaping someone into how you want them to be :/, Slightly pos behavior from the readers side D:, Straight up murder at the end. (Oops)

Even though this chapter is a bit.. home hitting, I love all of you guys, don't believe anything in this chapter <333 fuck Folly(I'll do that)

Guys writing on Wattpad on laptop is so weird forget this I'm writing this on Google docs

also I'm writing 2 other chapters and doing requests again!! yay!!! 

not a vent btw I'm fine :DD

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She loved you.

She loved you, she said it multiple times, yet why was it so hard to believe her?

She would talk to you days on days on end about nightmares, the pure terror in others faces as she appeared in the Regretevator. The tv-bunny thing that she killed, she shared the tale with you too.

Everytime, you nodded, or you spoke up. You never missed the disappointed glance you got as your voice filled the room. She said how she hated your voice, it sounded like white noise to her ears, it was disgusting, you were disgusting. So you got rid of your voice.

You never talked when she was around, you started to talk less when.. Anyone was around, the concern glances PITY, IT'S ALL PITY never helped your mood, and you couldnt help but wonder.

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She.. Treated you right

You always loved a part of her, where she was always, weirdly, warm. And you couldnt help but wonder if this would last longer, IT NEVER WILL you two sometimes sit on the bed, and she looks at you, you laid down and go to sleep.

You'd sometimes ALWAYS have nightmares, ones with eyes scanning across the blank-rooms, its endless terror haunted you as you wanted to scream. The eyes were so familiar, you knew who this was. It was her, you tried to look at every single eye staring you down with the same love they never shared back.

You wanted to cry, but you never did. Why didn't she love you? Maybe you were the problem. And you were the pest. Maybe there's a reason that she didn't love you as you did her, she would treat you with respect and you'd be selfish and never give it back.

So you got rid of your love for anyone else.

You looked at everyone like they were insane, venom laced into your eyes as you looked at the repeating walls of the Regretevator. Her stares were always present, you could always feel them, hear them. And it made you mad. But you didn't deserve to feel that emotion, she would tell you to stop whining about useless things.

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She needed you(you convinced yourself.)

You always thought every night, where she would come home, walk over to you, and sit down, you would smile at her, yet you couldn't truly tell if she would smile back. But that was all you needed. You looked at her with the same emotion you did every day, Joy.

Happy she was there, comforting you with just her presence. Happy she was there, even though you said not a word to her to keep her happy, only looked at her to keep her smiling(maybe.) and you would die if she told you too.

So, when she told you that she loved you with the most dead voice, before walking away, your heart skipped a beat. She finally had opened up, you could die alone and peacefully now. You could maybe speak to her a bit, maybe then you could finally stop the act- you wanted to make friends with the people in the regretevator again.

But what if she didn't approve? Well, it would all become once a more, realer act again, because maybe she truly loved you, and you were a fool to be lying to her in the first place.

And so, you got rid of your true-self.

The ignorance of everyone else, trying to spark a conversation or just trying to be nice, it all seemed so quiet to you, once she appeared, everything became more of a yellow, a joy, too you. and you were so happy, you were over the moon! And she had one final plan for you.

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And so, she didnt need you anymore.

You came home one night, alone and slightly sad to not have felt the watchful eyes of your partner lingering on your back, with either hopefully fake-digust and real-love, a want. But could you truly confirm it.., Maybe you did need to speak to her, what would she think though? Would she stare at you with the same disappointment she had before, or would she listen, and understand?

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try.

And so, you gave up your life for her, for a slim chance she would understand.

But instead, she looked at you as you spoke, her eyes gleamed with a lust for blood.

So she took you.

And she killed you.

Your blood spread across the wooden floor.

You wouldn't be remembered as someone good,

You wouldn't be remembered as someone bad.

No,

You would be remembered as a victim to her.

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835 words

Hi guys! hope you enjoyed this :D please remenber your loved <33 I LOVE YOU /P

Okay if someone actually does this too you remember their a bitch in a hoe and nothing they say is true

also should I actually start writing this again? this is more popular than all my past combined stories so uh...

comment if I should :D