The Boondock Saints xReader One Shots (Taking Requests)

Psycopath (PlatonicBoysxReader)

You met the boys by accident, many years after the accident.

It all startes with a stage stunt gone wrong. You and your whole family went to see this show, the memory of it now foggy, and things on stage went terribly wrong. You never bothered to find out if what happened was an act of terrisom or if it was really just an accident, but by then, you didn't care.

There was an explosion that killed hundreds. You were one of the 8 survivers, but your family didn't make it. In fact, if you want to be technical, you didn't survive either.

Your heart stopped. The medics did everything they could to get your heart beating again. After they deemed you beyond help, they layed your body in a body bag. No sooner were they about to zip up the bag and hall your body off to the morgue did you breath in the breath of life.

They couldn't figure out why or how you lived, but you did. Only the catch was, you didn't intirely come back. You changed. Sometimes, you were almost just like your old self, and sometimes you talked outloud to something only you could see. Sometimes you would start laughing about nothing or desperately trying to kill yourself.

Not to mention your new physical characteristic. You had gone blind in one eye, which turned a pure milky white. The only color that could be seen in the eye was a red blood vessel that went down the center. It looked unnerving, to say the least.

Your family being dead and all, you were put in foster care, constantly being removed from one home to another when one family would get scared or tired of you.

When you finally hit seventeen, you were out on your own or in mental hospitals. When they were finally convinced you were you're old self again since you hadn't had an episode for some time, they would release you.

Though no one payed it enough attention, you weren't intirely mad. You knew things sometimes. Thing you couldn't have known, or things that no one had ever told you.

Something happened to you that day, and no matter how hard you or anyone else tried to convince you otherwise, you would never be normal again.

So it might or might not have been fateful when you aimlessly wondered into a hotel that the MacManus brothers were busy killing bad people in.

You had just escaped the mental hospital you had been put in and you were wearily wandering the streets when you decided you would save the two. How you knew anything was amiss is a mystery.

As you climbed up stairs to the floor they were on, you stumbled into a room full of dead bodies, two men standing in the middle of it all. Upon hearing you, they quickly shot around, guns drawn.
You smiled as you looked around the room and then your eyes landed on the two, their masks off. "Who tha fuck are you?!" One of them damanded. "How did ya get in here?!" Questioned the other.

You leaned wearily against the wall, the thin dress the hospital had put you in falling off one of your shoulders. "I came here......" you started, loosing your train of thought and bursting into a fit of mad laughter, stumbling into the the circle of bodies and hopping over one.

As you near the two, Murphy took a skiddish step back. Between your freaky looking eye and the mad laughter,you were really freaking them out. "Don't move!" Connor damanded, not really wanting to get near you.

Your fit of laughter stopped suddenly and you pouted at him, gesturing for him to come closer to you. "Get on the fuckin' ground!" Murphy ordered as Connor took a slight step backwords as well. You giggled slightly and shook your head, whispering, "you missed one."

Connor just cought what you said and quickly glanced around the room. No sooner was he about to ask what the fuck you were talking about did you make one graceful lunge toward him, swiftly taking his gun and dropping to the ground.