𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲||bsd x male reader

Fill the void

Y/N Pov

Today, I wanted to take a full rest after crying, to clear my mind, because tomorrow morning, I plan to start moving forward again with my plan.

But I didn’t expect to be here again.

The dark void. The cold air that sent goosebumps across my skin.

And then, I saw [them]

I was on the floor, kneeling in front of [them]. My eyes widened, realizing [they] had formed their body into my likeness—the same hair color, but their entire body was black.

[They] opened their mouth to speak, their voice still unrecognizable as either male or female.

This is interesting. Long time no see,

[they] said, smirking down at me.

“Why am I here?” I asked, looking around the dark void, hoping to see at least a little bit of light.

This is the arc where the anti-protagonist makes non-ability users disappear. You don’t have your ability, right?

I gasped, but then I remembered that Ranpo isn’t an ability user.

“But where are the others? Why only me?”

[They] giggled.

[They] returned to their original form—a black spirit that looked like a burning fire, though I felt nothing but coldness. This spirit had two hands that touched my cheeks, and their touch was cold.

Because you desired to talk to me, and I answered.

I hated that [they] knew me so well.

“You’re right...” I trailed off, looking down.

I had forgotten that this spirit was like some kind of god.

So what do you want to talk about? Feed off your curiosity.

I closed my eyes and sat on the dark floor, thinking about what to ask this spirit.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up at the spirit with no emotion on my face.

“What did you mean when you said ‘this story’? Are we living in some kind of story someone made?”

The spirit removed [their] hands from my cheeks.

I waited several minutes for an answer.

Yes... you’re right.

My heart sank, knowing our life is just someone’s entertainment.

But this time, you’re the main character.

This story is so boring and repetitive that I needed someone to entertain me, and that someone is you.

Your life that I constructed to be full of hell.

Remember the time you were so out of character? When you killed someone? It was actually me who controlled your body.

My hands shook at [their] loud voice. I couldn’t believe it.

I was just a mere plaything for [them]

“So... it’s you...” I hid my face in my hands, trying to cover my pathetic expression.

That's right

"The reason I did those things... it’s because you took over my body? You used my body...”

Fear fills my heart, knowing I had been used again without my consent