One shots || Micheal Afton x Reader ➷

In The Cage.

C/W: Stalking, being held hostage, depictions of death + strangling

Inspired heavily by YOU, shoutout to Penn

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Is this really how we have to end? I'd thought to myself as I locked the door to the plexiglass cage kept in my basement with you, passed out in it after you'd gone around in my apartment finding things you shouldn't have. I thought we could be the ends game and be that couple that people quote as "relationship goals". I thought I could be your Prince Charming and swoop you off your feet and save you from whatever monster was hunting you down in search of your lustrous body and sweet, sweet innocence. I hopefully thought that what we had was different but no, you proved yourself just the same as all the others.

I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved; relieved that I could get rid of this burden (you) bearing down on my shoulders or disappointed that we didn't work out and that now, I'll have to flee if anyone finds out about this and my dirty reputation. But, closing this chapter of our fairytale it made me realize that in your story, I was the filthy monster.

Albeit, from the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I was utterly taken and didn't know any better than to pursue you, taking my own personal time to follow you throughout this shabby town and pin you down just to get a better understanding of you and why you were plaguing my entire being—Its doesn't look good on my records, I know, [Name]. At the time, I'd just gotten out of a nasty relationship with this girl whom had left her claw marks deep in my skin. Shes done bad things to me, [Name], and I truly was despaired. I had a messed up concept of love, it was distorted and foggy and crazy. But with you, I had hope. I had nothing but hope. So, I'd gotten ahead of myself more than I'd care to admit. You were the apple of my eye, the love of my life, the center of my universe, my everything, and I had gotten obsessed.

Everything I did was for you, [Name]. I killed your bestfriend and protected you from her life-threatening intentions because I loved you, [Name], and you loved me back. We were perfect and I would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

But of course—of fucking course you had to get curious! Curiosity ruins secrets, [Name], and you ruined what we had. I resent you for that, though looking at you lay there in the cage on the cold basement ground, my heart clenched with pity for you even thought I did all of this this to protect us, for our safety. It was for the best. I promise it will all be over soon and we can go back to being normal, [Name]. We don't need anyone but each other. Though, amid the erratic disarray of my thoughts, you'd begun to stir awake. I inhaled slowly and prepared myself for an outbreak of yelling and crying. Thank god this basement was sound proof otherwise, you'd already be gone. I'm sparing you something, [Name]. I'm not an indifferent, merciless psychotic killer from hell.

"Micheal..." You called out hoarsely as you began to stand up, pushing yourself up onto wobbly legs. "Where the fuck am I?" You look around the plexiglass cage, desperately searching for answer; for a way out, before your glassy eyes land on me. You freeze up for a moment before your eyebrows began to furrow, your frustration bitterly evident. "Micheal, where the fuck am I? What are going t-to do with me?" You asked, this time more panicked and aware of what exactly was going on, growing more angry by the second. You should've known, [Name], something bad is about to happen. You're just going to be another body I have to dispose of. "Micheal, answer me!" You cried out, stomping up to the plexiglass and banging your fists against it. "Stop, you're gonna hurt yourself." I warned firmly, stepping closer to the plexiglass as well, playing with glass as I looked you in the eyes. "Why the hell would you care?! You literally have me in a cage, Micheal!"

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Your screams and sobs were muffled against my palm. Anger was fresh in my system as you struggled against me—pushing and kicking, biting at my hand, but I preserved anyway. I couldn't let you go free, not without taking care of you first at least. Who knows what could happen to me if you ran away and told whomever. Regardless, I wasn't going to let that happen after you'd somehow managed to escape from the cage and stab me in the side. You tried, [Name], but you failed. I would feel sorry for you if it weren't for the fact that you'd went snooping around my back and cheated on me several fucking times—god, I'd really wish you'd just go away forever. For. Fucking. Ever.

But, I know I'd miss you. I honestly would, [Name]. You would remain buried deep within my soul and heart, [Name], just like Candace and my dad. I also knew that after I killed you, it wouldn't be the same. I would have failed myself and I would have to go away, change my identity; start fresh with a clean slate free of any murder or blood or remnants of my behavior prior.

Your protesting against me simmered down as I made it more hard for you to breathe with one of my hands over your mouth and one around your throat. This wasn't pretty. You'd don't deserve to die like this but it was for the better, I kept reminding myself as the life from your body slowly faded away and your breathing came to a stop. Your skin fell pale. Your eyes fluttered shut. The tears on your cheeks dried. You were gone now and there was nothing I could do—I just had another body to take care of and another murder on my record. I loosened my grip around you and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding before leaning my head back against the wall, letting the weight from my shoulders fall. You and me were atop the staircase, where you almost managed to escape, you just weren't fast enough unlocking the padlocks.

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It was quiet in my apartment without you. I had just gotten home after wrapping you in a rug and burning you in some forest far, far away. I didn't like doing this. I didn't like partaking in this cycle, but it was practically unbreakable at this point. There was no point in trying to change anymore. I truly was the monster, just like my father, and there was no stopping that either. I think I missed you, [Name]. You were fun while it lasted. Maybe all the arguing, crying, and laughter was worth it. I did love you at some point and it felt like some coming of age romance movie, minus the sex. Though, I exhale slowly and push open the door to my apartment after putting on my windbreaker and shoes with the intentions to go grab food because seemingly, my fridge was empty.

I step out of my apartment and then see her, an unfamiliar face coming out from the apartment across from me at the same time. Well, Hello you, I thought to myself as I shut the door to my apartment, my eyes trained on her, watching as she locked her door and turned around to face me. Who are you?