The Happy-Killer//Sadako Yamamura x Male Reader

Chapter V "Conflicting-Insanity"

(Y/n) POV:

I was in my room, humming a little tune to myself while drawing a mini portrait of Alice, with crayons, I'm not sure how much time has passed since I was last let out my room because time here is very wonky, but apparently long enough that I hear new killers entering and being greeted into the area.  Eventually I heard the Entity speak to me and I looked up "Morning Enti~!" I yelled happily, taking my picture and showing it to him "I drew this!" I said with a proud tone, but it only responded with a question "Eh, been better, still wonderlind when I can leave... Eh~!" I threw in my pun, pointing at my picture, expecting a reaction but was greeted with silence "Oh, c'mon, that was a good one!" I argued.

The entity then asked another question, making me sigh and put my picture down "Yes, I've taken my pills..." I muttered annoyingly before ordering me to take a few more "Whatever you say..." I reluctantly got up and walked towards my nightstand, grabbing the pill bottle resting on it and quickly opening then popping two. Once I swallowed I felt them kick in, I started laughing a little, and when I put the pills down I started laughing louder "OH! Oh! This is painful!" I yelled while laughing and eventually I calmed down and popped right back onto my feet "Still alive!... unfortunately..." I chuckled and sat back on the floor.

I was gonna start drawing again till I heard someone enter, and raising my head I saw Sadako staring at me "SADDY~! Welcome back!" I greeted while waving a little "...Saddy?" she asked telepathically "I give all my friends nicknames! Whether they like it or not!" I chuckled and showed her my drawing "Look what I made!"

Sadako POV:

Looking at his drawing, it looked like a toddler would've done better, who he tried to draw was a stick figure with red lines all over, a poorly drawn knife by the side held by another stick figure with an arrow pointing at it saying "Me" "...Do you have any mental disorders aside from depression?" I asked.  He only laughed, slapping his knee as if I just said a joke "Oh boy do I!... do I?..." he then zoned out for a few seconds, seeming to question himself before perking back up again and looking at me "Eh, when did you get here?" he asked and I was far more confused then I was before.

(Y/n)'s mind was a mess without even needing to look in it, he sometimes thinks of multiple things or nothing at all, and most times when he is thinking it's about something completely off topic, I decided to take a quick peek inside it and the first thought I heard from him went 'If a tomato is a fruit, is ketchup a smoothie?' "...What is your mental state?" I again asked.

(Y/n) POV:

I was absolutely clueless to why she was asking these questions, but simply shrugged them off "Dunno, I think of them as gifts from my parents~!" I simply answered then asked my own question "So, what brings you to my version of a white room?" "Mostly curiosity, you neither act like most killers and most killers don't act like you, not to mention your mind is quite the story," she responded. I swayed my head from side to side a bit, laughing "Ah! So what makes me tick is what catches your interest? Understand, I sometimes wonder what my little hamster in there is running on," I shrugged.

I then stood up, walking towards my bed and picking up my mask "But sometimes what helps me think is just putting it all away... and hiding underneath this for a bit..." I said and put my mask on, taking a few deep breaths and feeling my calm slowly relax "Sure, take it as me just Mask-erading as a wanna be killer who can't be serious for more than two seconds," I chuckled and slowly picked up my knife.  I did a few tricks with it as I spoke "But by the end of the day, if you don't take me serious, I'll give you a good point to run away," I then closed my knife and put it in my pocket.