Final Battle (Vylad X Reader)

➰Insanity➰

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Hey.

I guess I sort of ow you guys an apology for ending the book with a shitty chapter and no proper Epilogue. 

So I thought I'd share a new Vylad X Reader book idea with you guys.

Though it most likely will only be a side story or one shot.

So, I just want you guys to know how appreciative I am for the support I got on the His Hunting Girl. Basically close to 50views, I think. So, I should be updating more often, as Jay's condition has gotten one tad bit better. Though he still hasn't woken up, nor will he be any sooner. I still have no friends, other than maybe two people on wattpad. But I made friends with them through the very first book I wrote, which I deleted because I no longer support Laurmau. Seen as Aphmau had destroyed that ship for me a long time ago. 

So, I hope you enjoy this insane excuse of a Oneshot and potential future book. Again, for the people who constantly spam my PM with questions about the sequel, it is on a MASSIVE HOLD. I don't think I might make a sequel anyway, for I want a new and fresh start. Though I'm not prepared to delete this book. It has gotten such good views, and I don't think I can do that to you guys. Warning, there is a lot of gore in this, and maybe a few swears here and there. There is s lot of Yandere going on. And much jealousy.

                                                                         This was somewhat inspired from Shawn Mendes' "Mercy"     Lyrics © Shawn Mendes.

Please enjoy this, and I introduce to you.....!

                                                                           Insanity

                                                                     〰〰〰〰〰

A cold nights breeze is always said to lead to a storm. Dark, midnight black skies are said to make the atmospheres more scary. When you can't see the stars anymore, it's said that a legend has finally come to life.

I could care less. These three things just help me for a better victim. 

When the asylums white, corridors are dark and silent, fully empty, it means a better place to walk around and think. That's what my victims always think. They think they can hide from me. Someone who has been doing this for their entire lives. They have such a good reason for this, too. Well that's what I think I have. I can't tell, between the twitches or the insane smiles that lurk my lips. 

You've got a hold of me

Don't even know your power

I stand a hundred feet

But I fall when I'm around you

You can't be pulled around like a puppet on strings. You can't be scattered along the ground whimpering for help between these steel bars in your mind like a live rag doll. You can't let any of the sanity come out. 

That's what helps me to deal with the bloodied gutted bodies that lay before me every day and night. I used to let the strings of mine be pulled, I used to let myself be a day doll, I used to have sanity. Sanity. Oh what a powerful word.