Knife Song
Insane!Reader
There is an old tradition,
A game that we all play,
It starts by getting liquored up
And sharpening your blade.
She used to be normal.
But that was a long time ago. Long before her mother died. Long before her father kicked her out. Long before she was found in an alley by a kind stranger. Long before she went insane.
Our story begins in an alley in London. A young girl of about fifteen sat in the dark side street, sniffing and wiping her cloudy (e/c) eyes.
But as fate would have it, a young British gentleman was walking by the mouth of that alley, and he just happened to see her. He walked up to her and said, "Excuse me love? Are you alright?"
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. She gave a snort and coughed, "I'm sitting alone in an alleyway. Oh yeah I'm just dandy!" The gentleman frowned at her snappishness, but his eyes softened when he saw how sad she looked.
He picked her up, ignored her shrieking, an took her to his house.
You take a shot of whiskey,
You grab your knife and pray,
And you spread your fingers and this is what you say!
Five years had passed since that fateful day. (Y/F/N) had been saved by a kind stranger and Arthur Kirkland had gained a new friend. But even though (Y/N) had been saved from the monsters in the streets, that didn't mean she was safe from the monsters in her head.
She had nightmares. Dreadful, horrible nightmares. They slowly infected her mind, seeping into every corner and poisoning it.
Oh! I have all my fingers!
The knife goes chop chop chop!
And if I miss the space between my fingers,
The blood will soon come out!
But all the same,
I play the game.
'Cause that's what it's all about!
(Y/N) tossed and turned, her nightmare taking over.
She was in Arthur's house, but something wasn't quite right. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes looked slightly...off. Sat in her palm was a kitchen knife and she was grinning happily. "Oh Arthur!" she sang, "Would you come here?"
With no response meeting her ears, she hunted around the house and eventually found him cowering in a closet. "Arthur," she pouted, "Why won't you play with me?" He didn't respond, whether from fear or pure stubbornness, she wasn't sure.
She scowled, "If you won't answer me, I'll have to make you!" Without another word, she plunged the knife into his chest, and smiled.
No you cannot use a pencil,
You cannot use a pen,
The only way is with a knife
When danger is your friend!
She woke up mid-scream. (Y/N) tried her best to calm down, but she just couldn't. After that nightmare, who could blame her?
Her time in her streets all those years ago had scarred her, both physically and mentally. Unable to take it anymore, she slowly climbed out of her bed and padded through the hallway to Arthur's room.
She hesitated at the door before steeling her nerves and opening the door. Arthur lay asleep on his bed but one eyes cracked open when he heard the door. "(Y/N)?" he mumbled, "What are you doing up?"
He was wide awake when he saw the expression marring her (s/t) face. "Another nightmare?" he questioned. Arthur didn't need her to respond and simply scooted over, making room for her in the large bed.
"Come 'ere." he said. He wrapped his arms around her torso and the two drifted off into a nightmare free sleep.
And some may call it stupid,
Some may call it dumb.
But all the same we play this game
Because it's so damn fun!
Her nightmares continued to get worse.
(Y/N) refused to see a doctor about it, contrary to Arthur's instance. Instead, to get her feelings through, she drew.
She drew such horrid things; death, destruction, horror, war. (Y/N) refused to show Arthur these horrible drawings, for she knew he would probably check her into a mental asylum or worse, chuck her back into the streets.
So she bottled her feelings up and she did the very thing she feared.
She drove herself insane.
Oh! I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop chop chop!
And if I miss the spaces,
Then the blood will soon come out!
But all the same, I play the game,
'Cause that's what it's all about!
"Artie~" she cooed, "Where aaaaaare you?~"
No response.
She pouted, "Oh come on Artie! Play with me!"
Still no response.
(Y/N) scowled, a manic glint taking over her (e/c) eyes. "Fine. If that's the way you want to play, so be it."
Oh! Chop chop chop!
Chop chop chop!
Picking up the speed!
And if I miss the spaces,
Then my hand will start to bleed!
No one had heard from Arthur Kirkland and his young lady friend in a week. He had not shown up for work, so his boss, young Amelia F. Jones, decided to check up on him.
Letting herself into his house, she headed to the dining room, knowing that's where he would most likely be.
Sitting at the table was Arthur Kirkland, now a rotting corpse. Opposite him was young (Y/F/N), soaked in blood. She smiled widely, "Hello Miss Jones! Artie and I were just have a tea party! Would you like to join us?"
[<3]
yes i understand that was pretty dark yet i regret nothing
i've had this sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished so i was like 'eh why not'
Song: Knife Song - Rusty Cage
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