Morosis|Creepypasta Reverse Harem x FEM! Reader

Where Do I Sign?

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"𝓝𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼, 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷? 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓶𝓮. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷?" -Weathers

             The past few weeks simultaneously flashed before her eyes as she stared at the scene before her. He wore the same white hoodie, except this time the fabric was significantly more pristine than when they had last met. The thought didn't sit right with her, however. The night outside the auditorium flooded back to her memory. That pale face contrasted with dark hair. He had been there, hadn't he? She couldn't trust her own memory, she wasn't even sure he was even real.

The thought barely had time to cross her mind at the sight of dull metal flashing under the moonlight. In the struggle, her driver had managed to knock Tim out. His body lay limp in the snow without a chance of defending against the blade headed straight for his chest.

The scream left the girl's mouth before she could fathom the situation, "No!"

The man's arm paused just before cutting Tim open and turned towards her slowly. Swaths of black hair covered his face. As he moved, she caught sight of one of his dark eyes in the silver light. There was a time she could have remembered his face fondly, but his current state nipped away what little positivity she had left. He had saved her, yet that blade could turn to her at any moment. The look in his eye only betrayed only one emotion, bloodlust.

"Please don't hurt him." Her voice wavered as if any word could set him off.

He looked between his knife and back to her. Mangled scars ran across the sides of his mouth as if at one point he'd slit open his face. She recalled that night, but she couldn't be sure if that had been real blood or not.

"Why not? He was going to hurt you." He pointed out in a low voice.

She wasn't sure if she knew the answer herself. All she could think about at that moment was the conversation she'd had with Tim a few days before. The way he stared at her with those soft eyes. She wanted to remember that, not the fearful look he'd given her when she'd revealed his identity.

"Just don't. He doesn't deserve it." Her voice was barely audible.

The man scoffed, "Are we sure you saw the same thing I did? He was going to gut you. I am just returning the favor."

She clenched her teeth together. She didn't have a good enough response to stop him.

"Please." A whisper was all she could manage.

The silence was palpable. He stared at her for a while, his grip on the knife tightening each second. Finally, he got to his feet and stormed over to her. She stumbled away from him, only for him to hastily grab her arm.

"Come on." He pulled her along, "We're leaving."

She nearly choked as he dragged her through the snow. Her legs felt like they were carved from marble both from exhaustion and numbness to the cold.

"What?" She sputtered, barely able to comprehend what was going on.

"I'm sorry, do you want to stay? I'm sure your companion over there is going to be very understanding when he wakes up." He retorted, his grip tightening on her.

She managed to steal a glance back to Tim fading away in the distance. He was still unresponsive, but she wasn't sure for how long. She could still feel the ghost of his hands pressing her body into the snow, fully set on tearing her open. She winced and turned back to her driver. As she scanned him over, she couldn't help the questions pouring from her mouth.