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Splendorman X Reader

((Like I said, I don't think this one will be good. I'm sorry guys.))

'The being often referred to as Splendorman has been rumoured to have been seen on several occasions in three different towns, all within a ten-mile radius of each other. No victims have been found, and investigators claim that the reports of the being have been nothing but false reports filed by local teens. However, personal investigator William - -'

The reporter on the television was cut short as you turned off the screen, an eyebrow cocked at the subject the news station had chosen to discuss this morning.

"They really have nothing better to do but talk about some telltale some kids came up with? What ever happened to the story about that Jeff guy who has been going on a spree? Suppose he just disappeared, right?" You asked no one while you tied up your boots, getting ready to head out to your job. Not three weeks ago every news station in town was going crazy over the serial killer, but now not a word was spoken of him. Typical.

Shaking your head, you left your small home that you lived alone in, locking the door before you slung your messenger bag over your shoulder and made your way to the downtown area. (making my way down town~ sorry, sorry XD)

The sun was shining rather bright despite it being early morning, and hardly a single cloud sat in the sky; the few that dared to show their face were fluffy and white, which made a smile appear on your face. At least it wouldn't rain while you were at work.

What WAS your job, you ask? Why, dear reader, you're a prostitute! No, but on a serious tone, you're actually a mailman. Mailwoman? Mail person. Whatever.

Once you arrived at the post office of your small town and you got all of your things together, you filled your bag with what needed to be delivered today and headed off. Believe it or not, you actually loved your job. Pay was sort of low but it was enough to pay the bills and it put food on the table, and the people on your route were lovely and kind. You had especially taken a liking to an old woman who lived in the last house you delivered to before heading back to the office. Missus Ester, the librarian of the public library near City Hall. She was a sweet lady, and often gifted you with spare books when you came by to deliver. You were sure to always have something special to give her, too, because you loved to see that woman smile. She reminded you of your own late greatgrandmother.

It was around ten by the time you made it to Ester's door. You slid her mail into the golden-colored box next to her door, admiring it's antique and marvelous design. You had no more than closed the mail box when the door burst open, and a man in dark sweats and a cap came running out with something that looked like a vase in his arms. You could hear the frail voice of Ester exclaiming from inside, her old voice cracking slightly as she yelled, "Get back here, you thief!"

That was all you needed to hear.

You bolted off after the man who was already several yards down the street, sprinting as though you were running a marathon. THIS guy had just caused YOUR Gran distress, he had STOLEN from YOUR Gran, and worst of all....he had UPSET that sweet woman who you had grown close enough to to CALL her YOUR. GRAN. This guy. Was TOAST.

Your eyes were filled with determination as you came up on the guy's heels, almost close enough to grab him. You didn't want to tackle him in fear it would bust the vase. This required delicacy and skill. Lucky for you....the moron had a hood. A sick smile spread on your face as you struck out a swift hand, grabbing said hood and letting the thief's momentum work in your favor. You expected his grip on the stolen item to cut off abruptly, but luckily, he held on to it tight despite being clotheslined by his own hood. You socked the sucker right in his face, feeling a satisfying crunch come from his nose before you let him drop, being sure to grab the vase before he hit the ground. He groaned in pain as you placed a foot on his stomach to keep him down and called the police, letting them know what had happened and awaiting for them to come pick the guy up.