Psycho

(special chapter) muichiros adventures 1

So I'm making these chapters labeled special chapter from muichiros point of view so we learn what happened to these victims and see how f***** up this is and if you don't want to read these to spoil anything then go

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"How dare they make fun of my Tanjirou," I mutter to myself, pacing back and forth in my room. The dim light from the single bulb above casts long shadows on the walls, making the place feel like a cage. My heart races as memories of the day's events flash through my mind. Those stupid boys, laughing at him, calling him names. They didn't know the first thing about him. Sure, they made fun of the others, but how dare they make fun of him? It's unforgivable.

My fingers tighten into fists, the knuckles turning white. A sudden surge of protectiveness washes over me. "I'll have to stop them from doing it again... Hehe... I have an idea. Don't worry, my sweet Tanjirou-kun. I'll protect you," I whisper to the darkened room. I can almost hear his soft voice thanking me, feel his warm smile against my skin.

I grab my backpack from the corner of the room, shoving random items inside without thinking. The weight of the axe I slide in last is comforting. Heavy. Deadly. The familiar smell of iron fills the air as I trace my fingers along the cold metal. It's been a while since I last used it, but it's still sharp, still eager.

"Muichiro, what are you doing? Please don't tell me-" Yuichiro's voice breaks through my thoughts. He's standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and concern.

"I'll be back later," I say with a smile, pulling the black hoodie over my head, hiding my face in its shadow. The fabric feels like a shroud, cloaking my intentions, my desires. I walk past Yuichiro, feeling his eyes on me, heavy and worried. I know he wants to stop me, to say something, but he doesn't. He never does. Yuichiro, my dear twin, he's always been the voice of reason, the anchor that keeps me from drifting too far. But tonight, his voice is just a murmur, a faint echo in the back of my mind.

He knows. Besides Grandpa and step-Grandpa, Yuichiro is the only one who knows what I do. He pretends not to care, pretends to ignore the red stains on my clothes, the mysterious disappearances on the news. But I know better. He's just scared. Scared of me, scared of what I'm capable of. And that's fine. Fear is good. Fear keeps people in line.

The door slams shut behind me as I step into the night. The rain falls in sheets, drenching me instantly, but I don't care. The cold water feels refreshing, like it's washing away the last remnants of my humanity. I walk down the empty street, my boots splashing through puddles, the sound drowned out by the storm.

I know where they live. I've followed those boys home after school, memorized their routes, their habits. I've seen their parents, their siblings. I know their routines, their weaknesses. A smile spreads across my face as I imagine their surprise, their terror. They won't know what hit them.

The first house is just around the corner. I can see the lights in the window, the faint silhouette of one of the boys moving inside. I creep closer, the axe swinging lazily at my side. My heart pounds with anticipation, my mind racing with dark thoughts.

I wonder how they'll scream. Will they beg for mercy, like the others? Will they cry and promise to never hurt Tanjirou again? Or will they try to fight back, try to be heroes? I hope they do. I hope they make this fun.

I reach the door, my fingers gripping the handle. The cold metal sends a shiver down my spine, and I take a deep breath, steadying myself. This is for Tanjirou. For his sweet smile, for his kind heart. They don't deserve to hurt him, to make him sad. They deserve to suffer.

(Let's just say these bullies because I'm not going to get in-depth into the other one or how it happened because I'm not trying to traumatize you so much in the first few chapters that's for later but anyways let's just say these guys ain't the smartest and neither of them locked the door)