Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.42) Voodoo

Bates motel

After they talked for a bit, he regaled her with the bizarre and twisted tale of his life—or rather, his afterlife. He explained his whole Voodoo shtick, his attempts to transfer his soul into a Good Guys doll, getting fucked up in that dolls body (burned to hell) dying again, and how her presence had somehow interfered with his latest transformation

Charles' grin turned dark. "Yeah, you really fucked things up for me, bitch. I should be slicing and dicing in a new body right now, but no—I'm stuck with your ass. And believe me, if I would rip you hair out and slit your fucking throat if I could, I would." He hissed.

Y/n met his glare with a defiant look. "Too bad for you, then, isn't it? Hmm" She said with fake enthusiasm and spite. Charles's eyes narrowed, his spectral form flickering with anger. "You better watch your mouth. Just because I can't kill you doesn't mean I can't possess you"

Y/n crossed her arms, unflinching and shook her head as she let out a chuckle "Join the club. My life's already a nightmare. You're just another problem on my list, unless you can prove you're something more than a crazy asshole, which is unlikely, then I'll be quick to cleanse you"

He sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, don't worry. I'm creative. You'll see."

"I bet you will, Don't be a smartass. If it was up to me, I'd just start shooting people at this rate. BUT! I'm not trying to pull a JD move... So..." she said, running a hand down her face in frustration. "Listen. Ray," she said with a big sigh, looking at him and examining his appearance again. He wasn't bad looking, maybe in his 30's. "I don't fuck with this, at all. I've got shit on my back. If you fuck this up, I am NOT helping you find Tiff."

His grin faded slightly, replaced by a look of annoyance. "Oh, so you think you're in charge now? Its not like I need that bitch anyway.."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly having a picnic either! I couldn't give a shit at this point. So if you're gonna stick around, you better pull your weight and not cause trouble."

Folding his arms, his spectral form flickering as if considering her words. "Fine. But let's get one thing straight -I'm not your errand boy. I've got my own agenda."

"Good. Just stay out of my way, and maybe we can make this work," Y/n replied, standing firm.

He let out a derisive laugh. "You're so bitchy, is this a woman thing? Have you eaten?"

"If you were alive, I'd shoot you. Respectfully," she said with a bit of salt.

He barked out a laugh. "Okay bitch, damn. But lucky for both of us, I'm not alive. So what's the plan, sweetheart?"

Y/n glared at him. "First, stop calling me sweetheart. Second, the plan is for me to not talk to you out loud around people or else I'm getting thrown in the psyche ward."

He floated closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, you might want to reconsider your choice of motels then. This place practically screams 'creepy shit happens here."

She looks up at him "I know, but beggars can't be choosers...Norma, she.... Came to me in a dream, I have a feeling there is something in this houses bunker or basement. Maybe her body and her lover, that's what it's telling me, mummified."

He looked at her skeptical "so you're a fucking nut? You get visions and shit too?"

"Only really when I...." she imitates biting her finger. "or in dreams."

"Trippy" He said as he squinted a bit and then shrugged.

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