One shots (Character X Fem.Reader)

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"What would you do if I was...a bad guy dear?"

"Hm? You could never be one."

"What if...I could hurt you?"

"Run. Then I'll run. I won't be the idiot that dies first."

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I, (Y/n) had the perfect life. A loving family, a loving husband, best friends, a good job, and everything that I could possibly wish for would land in my hands.

But one day, my husband asked a really weird question. "Darling. If I was a criminal, would you still love me?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he was serious.

"Are you?" I asked cautiously. "Of course not. I was just saying...what if." He smiles at me. That smile seemed a bit off. I couldn't tell why.

"Well, you wouldn't become a criminal in the first place so I don't see why you're asking that." I muttered, and countinued my makeup.

"But babe, if I was a worm would you love me?" He asks, and I burst out laughing. "A worm? Hell nah. Someone would think I have a fetish for slimy things." I snort.

I put on my lipstick, and it was done. "Alright! I'm gonna head out. See you later." I called out. Perhaps that was when it started. The abnormalities. 

After that day, whenever I tried talking to him, he always seemed distant, never giving me the full answer I wanted. Whenever I tried joking with him, he would always nudge away.

I wondered why. A basement suddenly appeared one day. My husband told me to never go down. I never questioned him. Never had the curiosity I guess.

Then it began. The missing friends. Everyone that I socialized with disappeared. It continued until everyone left my side. I wonder why is this happening?

I stayed at home that day, wondering about the past few days. I was bored. I got up from my bed. Now that I think about it, what is that basement doing in our house?

So one night, while my husband went out, I stole his keys and went to the basement. The scene was filled with gore. Blood smeared against the walls and floor.

Heads and eyes lying around, not cleaned. A strong metallic scent went through the air as if it belonged. I mean, in this environment it clearly did belong here.

Then something hit me in the back of my head. Hard. It hurts. I wonder what it was?

I woke up, in my bedroom with chains on my arms and legs. I frowned. What was this absurdity? I huff, thinking this was a joke.

"Dear? Is it you? Can you please release me of this?" I huff. He appeared from under the dark shadows. All he said was a no, and locked me in the room.

For a few days, I thought this was just a really extreme prank. But then I realized it was wrong. Really, really wrong.  "Let me out!" Was all I would scream those days.

One day, my husband came to me. "Love, I brought you a gift. Curious, I looked towards him, tilting my head, wondering what the gift was. 

He gives me a sack, and empties the sack right in front of me. Out rolled three heads. My father, mother, and my brother. I screamed.

"Now, no one can keep us apart." He smiles. "No one." He repeats, holds my hands, and kisses it. I yank away, my heart thumping, as if I was on a roller coaster.  

"Let me out of here, you're crazy! Insane!" I yelled at him, not even caring what a sputtering out my mouth anymore. I just wanted to leave. I don't wanna be here.

Several weeks after that, he told me he had another surprise. He unchains me from the bedside, and drags me by my hands to the basement. 

"Here. Here's the present." Was all he said. Various heads. Different friends. Ex boyfriends. Basically anyone I've talked to. They were all here.

"Maybe. Maybe if you had said you would have loved me if I was a worm, I wouldn't have been like this." He mutters. "It's all your fault.

He then closed the door on me, and Everything around me was pitch black. I get it now. He wants me to rot in this place.

But do I regret saying those words? Not really. I mean, if I asked you. Would you like to kiss a slimy worm?

LA FIN

A/N?

I have no idea what I wrote here. This chapter is so weird. I couldn't find anything to write. Hope you liked it? This story is so wrong.