A Different Path III NaJ!Fresh X Reader III

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(Y/N) POV

"Paperjam! You bastard!"

He got up from his crouched position. His knuckles looked bruised, making me worry more for Fresh's safety. He turned to face me, to my horror. His eyes were dull. Like his sanity was dimmed. His mouth twisted into an unnatural curve. Like it had been sewn onto his face.

"But (Y/N)~ He was bothering you~"

I watched him step around Fresh, and come towards me. I was genuinely scared and backed up. He was having none of that, quickly grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer. My eyes went wide and my scared frown grew wide as he caressed my cheek.

"And you're mine~"

I took one look into his eyes, crazy, dull, emotionless. What happened to him? I gingerly pried him off me. Fear started leaving my system, leaving anger and disgust. My expression changed into a glare.

"I am no ones. I am free and will never be used!"

Never again.

His smile grew wider.

"You don't understand~You don't have a choice in this~"

I was looking at Fresh (who was barley moving) rather than Paperjam, making him grab my chin to look at him.

"And if you resist my love, I'll get everyone you love. I'll tear their sanity and mind apart, until they won't even remember their name."

I glared.

"At least most everyone is in a place you'll never get them."

"No place is safe from me sweetheart~"

"Then have a fun time in hell when you mess with God."

I roundhouse kicked his side, causing him to stumble. He recovered and grabbed my collar. Slamming me against the lockers, I let out a loud shout. I have a low pain tolerance, making me really sensitive to any pain. His face seemed to soften, but quickly hardened as I struggled. He started grabbing my throat and lifting me up, preventing my breathing. My hands shot up and tried to remove his from my neck. My vision started to have black splotches.

"Oh god (Y/N)!"

I carefully turned to see Goth. My vision came to a point to where I could barley see. My eyes half lidded did not help. I felt myself getting picked up bridal style.

"(Y/N)! You need to stay awake!"

It was Goth. His voice seemed to be cracking. He might have been crying.

"We have to ambulances on the way for you and Fresh!"

My vision was getting blurrier. I felt soft slaps.

"(Y/N)! You need to stay awake!"

So...Tired...

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I was on the floor. It was an ugly brown carpet. The walls around me were black. There were no windows. A door.

No. WHY?! WHY AM I BACK HERE?!

"There was no point in trying to escape."

NO! WHY?! I ESCAPED! I'M FREE!

"That's what you think."

"(Y/N) do you think you could ever escape"

"You're mine."

"Mine alone~"

NO!! PLEASE!! NO!!

'(Y/N).'

'Please.'

'You're okay.'

'You will be fine.'

'You can win.'

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My eyes shot open and almost got blinded by the light. I tried to move my head, but a searing pain in my neck stopped me. I was able to turn, barely. Fresh...

He was looking at me. His body almost completely covered in bandages.

"H-hey...you're a-awake..."

"Yeah."

I took in a breath before letting it out slowly.

"W-when did y-you get t-those?"

"A very long time ago."

"W-who did t-that?"

"A very very bad man."

"Did t-they h-hurt?"

"Of course.

They're scars for a reason."