𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 || a.i

Chapter 1

(3rd person pov)

"Well Ashton. It seems like we've made some progress here. Now... One last question, What do you want in life" The croakyness of his voice was noticeable as the middle aged man stared at the most wanted serial killer in the United states. Ashton Irwin.

He thought for a second before telling him "All I want... Is for someone to.. Love me" he let out, his eyes immediately stared at the ground. He could feel the stingingness started to form in his eyes. The therapist, Dr. Phil (LOL) slightly chuckled "Oh, Ashton. We all know that, no one would love a monster, especially you." The doctor stood up with his note pad full of notes and pen almost out of ink.

He left ashton sitting there with his straight jacket still zipped up tight, his head hung low and he was back to his old angry self. "Take him out please!" Dr. Phil's words filled his ears, he glared at the doctor "The minute I get out of here, I'll find your family and kill them all. One by one, I'll tie you up and make you suffer by watching me slaughter your wife and kids in half!!!!" He yelled angrily.

Dr. Phil was startled by his words, the man desperately needed help, thats what the doctor was for but sometimes there were moments where a patient was too psychotic to cure, and Ashton was one of those patients. Two young men wearing blue nurse uniforms walked in and lifted Ashton up by his arms, he struggled to get loose but he couldn't because of the annoying jacket he was forced to wear at all times.

The guy nurses gripped onto him as Ashton tried to squirm in they're hold, he started screaming random words outloud. Both of them opened the door to his cell that was covered in soft mattresses on every wall, they shoved Ashton in there and immediately closed the door by locking it with a security card.

Ashton sat there selfless, he couldn't keep doing this everyday. It always seemed like the same damn thing to him and he was bored and sick out of his mind. Its been a whole while since he's murdered anyone, it was driving him insane. Usually killing people would be a stress relief for him, most citizens took pills, or went on walks, or even slept but not him. He loved making people suffer like he did when he was younger. There was just something about the activity that made him vibrant with color, he never got any love as a kid. Heck he's, never gotten the chance to get a girlfriend. But like Dr. Phil said, no one could love a monster especially him.

Here we go with another of one of my fucked up stories. Yup... Y'all enjoy :D