Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

The Ragdoll Murderer

Sorry for not uploading, I've been sick. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a bit strange but I've been binge watching Another and Black Butler so I'm in the mood for grim things. Cheery-bye!

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'Sweetie, wake up...go look outside.' I could hear somebody mumbling whilst I lied in bed, completely unaware of what was happening outside.
'Mm...no...' I replied, shivering slightly as the blanket that covered my completely naked body was ripped off of me and an icy cold feeling swept over my skin. My legs instinctively brought themselves to my chest, only to be forcefully yanked away from my torso. I groaned loudly, raising my limp arm and knocking whoever was trying to wake me with the back of my palm. 'Go away...' I grumbled rudely before I felt a pair of hands grip my waist firmly, lifting off of my cosy little spot. I still refused to move besides letting my eyes flutter open lazily, revealing Chris- fully clothed and his eyebrows perfectly drawn on as usual. He sat me properly on the bed, refusing to comment on the fact that I was still incredibly drowsy and had no intention of moving. He still understood those facts, however and happily began to dress me while I plopped on my back. I could hear him going through my bag, picking out clothes before expertly slipping them onto me- starting with my undies. Next he dragged a pair of black jeans up my legs until the rim sat around my waist.
'Can you please do your zipper up?' He asked kindly, a gentle smile sticking to his lips as though he was human. I replied with a begrudging grunt and crossed my arms across my bare chest. He took that as a no and fixed my zipper and buttons up before searching my bag for a shirt. 'I have a surprise for you, but you can't see it until you get dressed, (Y/n). Please sit up so I can put your bra and shirt on for you.'
'Why not use your powers?'
'I want to give you a choice is all. Get dressed yourself, let me do it for you or miss your surprise.' Though he was my evil Illusionist boyfriend, he seemed very keen on convincing me to get up rather than just forcing me to. He was very different now that he had left the circus and I honestly loved it. There was no more drama, no more violence and horror. Instead of arguing more, I sat up and let him pass me a white shirt and black hoodie he had plucked from my bag.
'...I wish we never had to go back to that place, Chris...Do we have to go back there? Can't we just leave and never go back?'
'And abandon your friends?'
'They...If they care about us than they can come with us.' I had forgotten all about the people I had met at that moment. Without me, Devin would be just as clueless as a child without their parents. Josh would have enough pent up aggression to cause a volcanic eruption, Ryan would probably sink into depression due to the fact that he wouldn't be able to drink Chris' soul anymore and Ricky just wouldn't have anybody to project his quirky, artsy behaviour onto. Yet somehow, even after remembering, I still didn't want to go back.
'(Y/n), you're saying some very incredible things. Do you really want to leave that badly? If we leave, we can never go back.'
'I...Why did you build that place anyway? If people annoy you so much than why do you home them?'
'That is for you to imagine, not for me to spoil. For now, let's just focus on your present.'

'Welcome!' A short, slightly overweight man cheered as Chris and I waltzed through the entrance of an intimidatingly rich looking home. It was quite nice compared to what I had seen in the past but what shocked me was the name of the building itself.
"The House of The Ragdoll Murderer." I read aloud, my eyes almost glued to the ingrated writing on the faded metal panel beside the entrance.
'This is where Devin lived. Despite what happened the police still got involved but it was after I had resurrected him. I thought it'd be nice to visit after so many years.' Chris informed me as I began to hear somebody- a woman complain from afar.
'This is completely incorrect! He did not violate those bodies!' My ears practically perked up at her words and without even thinking, I waltzed over to the sound of the woman's complaining. The home was incredible, faded wallpaper and dusty old furniture sitting patently from behind a glass barrier. 'And for you information, his name was Devin Sola! You've gotten everything completely wrong!'
'Excuse me,' I started, coming up behind a young woman with bright orange hair and thick black glasses hanging off the bridge of her nose. 'is something wrong?' She turned towards me, rage burning in her eyes. Behind her was some some of your guide that seemed genuinely concerned that she was going to break his limbs.
'They haven't done their research! They've sprinkled all this false information into their story! Devin Sola never violated his victims! He was-'
'He was what?' The woman was cut off by Chris. He had silently approached the both of us, a sort of demonic aura shocking the woman into submission. He plopped his hand onto my shoulder, gently digging his fingertips into my shirt.
'H-He...nothing. I'm sorry.'
'No, no. I wish to hear what you have to say.'