Morosis|Creepypasta Reverse Harem x FEM! Reader

Exit Strategy

3┆Enter Tim and Brian ★ ₊ ˚⟡

"'𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮. 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮' 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂." -Teenage Disaster 

                 The girl had felt like she'd showered nearly 100 times, yet she couldn't get the scent of death off her skin.

Becca, Jen, and herself had been temporarily moved from their apartment while the biohazard team disposed of Cass's body. Police and the press had swarmed the building for days, making it nearly impossible for the group to go anywhere without supervision. They had been held in custody for a day after the incident was reported.

Becca had barely spoken since the morning Cass was found. She spent most of her time lying in bed sobbing quietly to herself. Jen and the girl had done their best to get through to her, but she didn't utter a word. They all seemed haunted by the unspoken truth, the demon had visited them. They had all seen him that night, yet no explanation arose for what befell Cass.

The girl had tried to take the brunt of the situation upon herself. The police had questioned them thoroughly, although their story had been less than convincing. She tried to piece together a plausible narrative, but how do you explain what had occurred that night?

"You're positive that what you heard in the forest was a person, not an animal?" The same detective who had questioned the girl over and over again sat across from her.

"How many times do I have to say it? Whoever it was followed us home." The girl looked him dead in the eye, crossing her arms.

"Your friends say they saw a man come into their room at exactly 2 am. How would one enter multiple rooms at the same time?" The detective inspected his notes, quirking an eyebrow.

The girl looked down for a moment as she tried to come up with something that wouldn't sound like she was having a mental break.

"It probably wasn't 2 am on the dot, ok? I mean I was suffering from serious sleep loss, we all were. It could have been later." The girl said nonchalantly.

The detective glanced down at his notes, "Your friend Jennifer mentioned you saw someone earlier that night in the student center, is that correct?"

"Yeah, I swore someone was in there with me. It could have been someone playing a prank I don't know, but it could have been the same man that—" She paused, the lie felt despicable on her tongue, "killed Cass."

"Are you positive that there was someone in the room with you? After all, you said yourself you were sleep-deprived." He crossed his arms and leaned back.

She rolled her eyes, "Seriously? There were nail marks on my shoulder, he literally grabbed me!"

"Are these 'marks' still there?" He raised an eyebrow.

The girl looked down and shook her head. When she'd woken up the morning after the incident, it was like he had never sliced her shoulder, her skin was perfectly healed. It was as if the demon was trying to gaslight her.

The detective went silent for a moment before closing his notes and looking at her with a serious expression.

"Miss (L/N), where were you the night of Sunday the 27th?"

The girl looked taken aback, "What? Why do you want to know that?"

"Multiple witnesses testified you were at the house party of Alpha Sigma Chi on Sunday evening, is this true?" He tapped his pen impatiently.