Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Murderer

Outside was bright and people were moving about with no thought of you. You began to run, but with every turn, you found yourself deeper in the mysterious circus.
'Hey!' Someone started calling for you, but you were too frightened to see who it was.
'I'm leaving!' You screamed and ran out of the demented place that seemed like a prison. You ran through the forest, ignoring all the features you had previously thought to be beautiful, and found yourself back in the dreary place you called home. It had obviously been raining, and it showed on the stone ground. The sky was grey, as usual, and everything seemed normal. Too normal for your liking, but better then where you once were.
You began to walk around, looking at the people who's faces held no expression. They looked so dull, so plain. It was strange. You tried to ignore them, but all of their emotionless faces kept turning towards you. The attention was unbearable, so you ran into the nearest alleyway. The only place you could hide your sorrow. You crouched near a dumpster and brought your knees up to your chest.
'I want to go home...' You mumbled to yourself as you buried your head in your knees and sobbed softly. The overwhelming feeling of abandoning a place that could've become your home. You don't know why you ran, but it was for a good reason. If only you knew what that reason was.
'Why did I leave? Why is that place so fucked up? I can't go back...not after how I left...' You began to sob louder and louder until you were balling your eyes out.
'I want to go home!' You yelled.
'(Y/n)?' A dreaded voice called out for you. The only voice that you loved, and the only voice that betrayed you like he did. Looking up, you saw Nigel. The tall, beautiful man who broke you. His short, blonde hair was perfectly done into a beautiful bun, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut wood. Pale skin, slender body and the light blue eyes you had stared into so many times. He was with that slut that you caught him with all those months ago.
'What do you want?' You mumbled to him and turned away.
'What're you doing here?' He asked.
'I fucking live here now!' You shouted and turned away from him.
'Oh shit...' His voice was surprised. Then, another man approached you. Chris.
'Love, what're you doing on the floor?' He smiled sweetly and took your hand, lifting you to your feet.
'Who is this?' Nigel smiled and studied Chris, planting this unimpressed face on his beautiful head. Chris ignored him and began to walk you out of the alley.
'You shouldn't involve yourself with people like that. They'll break your heart.' Chris looked back at them and spoke extra loud so they could hear. 'Plus, if you hang around sluts, you'll get aids.'
They both looked at him in disgust and anger, but Chris just smiled and made his way back to the circus.
'Hey!' Nigel shouted to Chris and pushed his shoulder. 'Are you insulting me?'
'I don't see anyone to insult. Only rats.' Chris looked proud of himself.
'Have you looked in the mirror?' Nigel smirked.
'Yes, actually. I wish you could, but sadly they all break the very moment your reflection shows up.'
You couldn't help but snicker at his witty remarks.
'You wanna go?' Nigel started acting tough, but it was pathetic.
'Yeah. Sure. Follow me.' Chris began to walk back to the circus. Nigel grabbed his girlfriend and forcefully dragged her with him.
'They're so dumb.' You snickered.
'I know. Just wait till you see what I've planned.' Chris chewed on the inside of his cheek and made his way to the front of the large tent.
'Mary. Tell everyone that dinner is served.' He smirked down at the incredibly small man.
'Yes, master.' He ran inside and Chris opened the tent for Nigel.
'Please, step right in.' Chris smiled. Nigel listened and pushed the girl in first, before entering himself. Just before you went in there with them, Chris halted you.
'It's gonna get really bloody in there. Are you sure you want to see?' You asked what he meant.
'Let's just say, the performance we have for him is deadly.'
You could suddenly hear people screaming from inside the tent. A deathly screech emanated from it, until it suddenly stopped. There was a light whimpering, most likely the girls''
'Run.'
The woman ran out of the tent, covered in blood and tears. Every step she took was unstable, and unsure. She witnessed something horrific in that tent.
'Do you want to know what we did to him?' Chris looked down at you, lifting his eyebrow.
'Y-Yes.' At this point, you were shaking. What were you supposed to think?
Chris opened the tent, and a ghastly smell erupted from inside. As you stepped in, your eyes widened. Everything was blood red, and the men you were introduced to were at the front, smiling. You're stomach had none of it, as Balz had meat and blood all over his face. In front of the beautiful men, was a corpse. Nigel. His torso had been ripped open, and knives stuck out of every limb he had. There were large scratches on his face, and his eyes were missing.
'This is what we do to people like him.' Chris grunted and looked at Balz, who was happily licking the blood from his face.
'Josh, where is his heart?' Chris stared at the adorable man, clenching his fist.
'I-I um... I-I don't know...' He was obviously lying.
'You ate it again, yes?' Chris itched the back of his head, and approached the dog boy.
'Y-Yes...' He looked down. Chris sighed and pet his head.
'It's fine. But if you do it again, you're getting the cone.'
At those words, Balz looked terrified.
'C-Can I have the rest?' He asked, looking at the body on the ground.
'Go ahead.' Chris smiled as Balz launched himself towards the body, taking the blood and guts in his mouth. He began devouring each limb, one by one. The sight made you sick.
'I-I want to go...' You muttered softly, scared that you might throw up.
'Yes, of course.' Chris grabbed your hand and led you outside, where you gladly took all the fresh air you could.
'You killed him...' You slowly backed away from Chris, letting his hand drop to his side.
'Yes. That's what you wanted, was it not?'
'No! He's dead!' You shouted, trying to get him to understand the heat of the situation.
'Exactly. Dead. Bang. Poof. Gone. No one will remember a scumbag like him.' He grinned.
'What about police? Won't they find us?' You questioned him, looking back in his general direction. He approached you once more, taking your hands in his.
'The police can't find us. They can't see us, for they only see what they can comprehend. We are not part of your world.'
You sigh, looking down at the ground. 'We don't hurt the people who don't deserve it. That's why we let her be.' He finished, letting his grin turn evil and wicked.
'How did she not deserve it? He cheated on me with her! She's a fucking whore!' You began to feel your rage and anger bubble up once more.
'She didn't know. Plus, didn't you see how he treated her?' He questioned you, but you were completely oblivious.
'No, what was he doing?'
Chris let go of your hands and put his hand on your head. Images began to flash in your mind. Nigel and the girl. Her name was Lucy. You saw images of her being abused by him. Taking all the hits, thinking he was worth the pain.
As you realised what was happening with them, you returned back to reality with a sharp pain to the entirety of your neck.
'Do you understand now?'
Your vision returned and looking around, you saw Chris looking down at you.
'Yeah. Um...what're you doing?' You asked, noticing you were in his arms.
'You fell. Was I not supposed to catch you?' He questioned. You stood back up, taking an extra step back for reassurance.
'No, you were. I just didn't realise I had fallen.' You sighed, looking around at the towering trees and grey sky. Chris took a step forward.
'Why did you run away?' His question caught you off guard, as you assumed he didn't care.
'I don't know. I just panicked. It's not every day you find a circus in the middle of a forest, filled with drugs and strange people.' You looked behind you, wondering if Lucy was still there.
'Yes, I suppose so. Any-ghoul, you should have food. You must be hungry, correct?' He began walking away from the circus, towards the city. You became curious on how he can go out in public dressed like a Victorian prince and not stand out.

As you followed him, you decided to
bring it up.
'How are you able to go out like that?'
He looked down at himself.
'Is there something wrong with my clothes? Do you not fancy them?' He looked slightly offended.
'No! I mean, I like your clothes! But, don't you try to hide or anything? You stick out like a sore thumb!' You became amused by his inability to recognise these issues. He shook his head.
'I don't think I stick out. However, people look at me strangely when I pass.' He smiled slightly, but seemed more embarrassed then happy.
'That's it. Before we get food, we have to get you normal clothes.' He sighed after hearing your demand.
'But that means we have to go to a commoners shop. That's boring and it smells.' He complained and took his first step onto the footpath, making his way towards a clothing store. You followed closely, hoping no one you knew would see you.
'I agree, but we don't want anyone knowing you.' You sighed and dragged him into the shop, looking around at some of the clothing items.
As you looked around for something he could wear, you realised that everyone there was starring at you and Chris. Sadly, that couldn't change till you found him something to wear. You found a plain white shirt that looked around his size, but he scoffed at the sight of it.
'I am not wearing that.'
'What's wrong with it? There's literally nothing on it!' You yelled in annoyance.
'It's too light.' You looked at his current clothes, realising there wasn't one bit of colour on it. It was completely black.
'If I find you a black shirt with black jeans, will you wear it?' You asked him, getting a plain black shirt out.
'What're jeans?' He took the shirt and hung it over his arm.

After a few minutes, you found him the right clothes and made your way to the counter.
'Shit. How are we gonna pay?' You asked him, noticing he wasn't concerned about it.
'We don't have to.' Before you questioned what he meant, he was in front of the counter. He stared the man behind the counter right in the eyes and mouthed a few words but nothing left his lips.
'You don't have to pay.' The man smiled as you and Chris left the shop.
'Holy crap. Do you have powers?' You asked him, walking into the restaurant right next to the shop.
'You only just realised?' He slowly walked into the men's toilets to get dressed. Looking around, you noticed the elegant decor. The floor was shiny and wooden, and the walls were filled to the brim with expansive-looking paintings. You were out of place, and everyone knew it. The people around you, wearing expensive attire and high quality jewellery looked at you as if you were a peasant.
Chris walked out casually, and noticed your discomfort.
'Did you want to leave?' He asked, startling you as you didn't know he was behind you.
'U-Um! I guess! Only if you want to.' You gulped and looked around once more, before looking down at the ground.
'We'll go.' Chris took your hand and left, just as a waiter was about to ask if you needed anything.