Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Black Cat

Chris is coming to find me. 
I repeated those exact words every night before I went to bed. Home became a small apartment in Louisville, Colorado- a quiet town with not much to say about it. I had no friends, only subjects who let me buy blood packs from the local hospital. My apartment was average, maybe slightly more eloquent than most but it was pretty cheap because of the area. I worked in a café, silently waiting tables and never speaking a word. People would often flirt or try to start kind conversations with me but I stayed silent. I was waiting.
'(Y/n), be careful out there tonight. 'Pparently people have been going missin' left and right.'
'...thank you, Joyce.' I muttered, untying my apron from behind my back and stuffing it into my side-strap bag. I looked at her which I only did rarely. I appreciated her concern, so I gently smiled which sent a redness rushing to her olive-toned cheeks. 'Thank you.' I then made my way out of work and onto the streets of Louisville. I had spent a while there, almost a year in fact. I left Devin the moment we arrived and hadn't heard anything from him since. Josh occasionally sent me kind-hearted letters but he never mentioned Chris. I frequently wondered how he knew my address but I always assumed it had something to do with Devin so I never bothered finding out.
I never imagined Colorado being home to stoners in flannel shirts but it was all anybody wore. With a population of 18,000 people, no one bothered trying to stand out because just being their meant they stood out enough. The streets were scarce, only stray animals daring to wander in the darkness. I often found myself sitting on the foot path petting the lonely cats and dogs that noticed I smelt comforting. They felt warm in a world of only betrayal and abandonment.
Meow!
I flinched slightly and looked across the street, noticing a small family of black cats whining at me. There were two big cats surrounded by little kittens, presumably their children. They all looked injured, especially the father. Without thinking, I rushed across the street. The little kittens hurtled up behind their parents, giving me room to throw out everything in my bag to make room for the mother and her kittens. With my wallet and apron on the concrete, I lifted each cat into my bag until they all curled up comfortably. I took the father into my arms and gasped slightly at the sight of his leg almost completely crushed. Someone had hit the poor father and even if I couldn't save him, I had to make sure he didn't die out on the street. I slipped my jacket off and wrapped him up, making him purr thankfully.
I briskly walked back home, the black cat dying in my arms and the mother cat safely in my bag. I used my elbow to knock the door handle down before pushing the door open with my butt. Immediately, I knocked the door shut and gently sat the dad on my living room table. He was limp but still breathing. One-by-one, I listen each of the three kittens out of my bag, then the mother and they all tiredly huddled around their father. As they comforted him, I snuck into my kitchen, taking out a container, cat food (which I always kept for the days when this happened) and a little bowl of water. When I made my way back to the small family, the mother was licking her husbands cheek and whining at him, probably begging him not to die. I said nothing, only setting the container and bowl on the table. The kittens rushed over instantly, almost denying me the motion of taking some food for the parents. However, I snuck my fingers between the hungry cats and softly fed the dying cat. He was grateful, I could see it in his eyes. The other took that as her opportunity to grab some food whilst I sat on the floor in front of the table. I ran my fingertips over the black cats fur as his breathing began to slow and his heartbeat was beginning to fade. 'It's okay, rest now...everything will be okay, I'll take care of them. Please, just rest...' I muttered. The cat stiffened for a moment before shutting his eyes. In his last moments, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his paw. 'We love you...' That was the last thing he heard before the loyal black cat died in my lounge room. He laid there for a moment as his kittens skipped away from their bowl to nip at their dad to test if he was okay. The mother stayed back, too hurt to look. 'It's okay, we'll bury him...'

After the upsetting burial, I slipped back inside my small home to find the mother drinking water while her cats explored my house. They were quiet eager, wanting only to know about the exact place their dad died. What I didn't expect was to see Josh hesitantly reaching over to pet one of the kittens. The little black cat pushed their head into his hand, causing him to yelp in surprise. 'What are you doing here?' I bit the inside of my cheek as he looked up, his pale skin suddenly burning a deep red. He had gotten a bit more muscly since I last saw him, his hair had grown out to the point where it just covered his eyes and he seemed to have dyed it completely black. A grey beanie hung from his head and his shoulders were covered by a thick black jacket. His jeans looked as though they cut off blood circulation yet it didn't bother him at all.
'I wanted to see you...'
'Bullshit you wanted to see me. What are you doing here?' I cut him off, crossing my arms.
'...it's Chris...he...he's...fuck he won't stop screaming. I didn't want to have to come here but if he doesn't come into contact with you I'm afraid he'll literally shatter.' Josh sighed, getting to his feet and brushing off his butt. 'No one wanted to bother you but we can't find another way to help him.'
'...why hasn't he come looking for me? What have you done to him?'
'I haven't done anything...Ricky has...he didn't mean for...things have happened, (Y/n)...Chris...he's...I've never seen him so satanic...he's killed so many people, he's been...fuck, I can't explain it, please just come with-'
'Bring him here. I'm not going anywhere- and when he gets here, you, Devin, Ricky and Ryan have to leave.'
'...okay, okay fine. I'll see you tomorrow.'