Evan (CC) Afton X Fem. Y/n

Skit 1

[Canon / Non-Canon ; Unknown]
[Skit 1 out of -unknown-]

Warning;
Blood, gore, killing, gaslighting(?), mood swings, and slight sadist Evan

(Evan's POV/2nd POV)

Evan walked to his room as usual after talking with Michael, he saw you sitting on his bed quietly so he sat behind you, hugging you from behind. "He-" before he was able to finish a word, you suddenly pushed him away, turning around quickly as you backed away, "Who are you?!" you snapped, Evan looked at you, confused why you're suddenly like this.

The look in your eyes was serious, that glare you stared at him with like he was some stranger made his heart practically drop to his stomach. "Y/n, it's me- Evan" he said calmly, but only got a colder glare from you, "You're not him. Evan is dead!" you yelled, "What are you talking about?-", "Get away from me" your cold tone surprised him, it's like he's a complete stranger.. You weren't even trying to be understanding.

"Y/n, listen, you probably just forgot about-" he was cut off when you threw your pocket knife at him, hitting the wall after he teleported behind you, grabbing your wrist. "Stop getting so violent and just listen to me!" he snapped, pulling your arm harshly. You looked at him with a cold glare, like you wanted to kill him for even touching you, "I'm not listening to you!" Evan's patience was on a thin string and your fucking attitude wasnt helping.

He teleported the pocket knife in the wall to his hand as he pushed you to the wall in a second, gripping the knife tightly in his hand, "You will listen to me. One way.. Or another" he grinned, jabbing the knife into your side, making you yell in pain, "I told you to listen to me. But you're not." he growled, twisting the blade to draw out more blood and more of your pained cries.

"Im sorry- im sorry-!" you sobbed out, trying to pull away, but no luck. Evan pulled the knife out before piercing the knife back into your body, "Now you'll listen?" he questioned, you nodded quickly, looking at him with pained tear filled eyes, but his eyes just looked at you with a bored expression, scoffing..

"Well too bad-" he shrugged, pulling the knife out again and held it against your throat, "-You pissed me off" and in one swift movement, the blade cut through your skin, killing you.

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Gasp

Evan bolted upright, panting. He looked down at his hand, thinking back to that nightmare... he then looked over at you, sleeping peacefully and fine. Evan sighed, hugging his knees as the nightmare replayed over and over again in his head as the hours passed.

I'm not my father. He thought to himself.

I'm not him.

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He looked over at you again before teleporting elsewhere. He can't be around you for a while. Not with that dream fresh and vivid in his mind.