Dancing With The Dark~Murdoc Niccals x Fem!Reader

Finders Keepers

".....wasurete shimaitain da!" I finish, just as the words on the karaoke machine finish fading away. 

The last words that fade from the screen are "Mind" and "Brand", the name of the song. Everyone in the bar with me begin clapping and whistling at me, catcalling me mostly. I take a bow, and, after putting the mic back, push the back door of the bar open and head into the alleyway I live in. I squeeze myself into my box perfectly; the box is under a wooden bench and the back of the box is up against the building. I peep out of the box and let out a sigh as it begins to rain. My eyes begin to droop very slowly; I knew it! That strange man must have drugged me! I thought I saw him move his hand away from my soda quickly! I grit my teeth and try to fight away my sleepiness, but it's like trying to fight the air. I hear the sudden squeak of the all too familiar opening of the back door. Seems strange that the manager is bringing food out for me already. He always treats me with food if I make at least one appearance in his bar a night. He gets more buissness from it, and buissness is money in his pocket. I do not move or make any sounds.

"Aw, c'mon Murdoc she ain't out here! She left ages ago!" A gentle voice speaks, breaking the silence.

"Ah, shaddup faceache! She's out here! She just left a minute ago!" A rough voice booms, followed by footsteps towards the back of the alley. 

"Now look, check THAT half of this bloody place, and I'll check THIS half!" The same voice grumbles. 

Should I run now? No, he has more of an advantage; longer damn legs. 

The footsteps are getting closer until I see a pair of shoes stop in front of my box. My eyes grow huge, and my pupils follow suit. I try to push myself towards the back of my box but, of coarse, I can't. Sweet Satan, please help me!

The man crouches down and peers into my box, a creepy smile beginning to cross his face. The man has gray hair, a black eye and a red eye, a funky looking nose, and is wearing a gray shirt with a pair of jeans. An upside down cross necklace dangles in front of the box opening. I can feel myself shaking in the box as he reaches his hand inside of it and stops it in front of my face. I close my eyes and look away, shuddering in total fear. I open an eye to see that his hand is gone. Well, his entire body has apeared from view. I hear some whispering, shuffling, and the sudden sound of music being played. Not just any music. One of my favorite songs.

".....Stuck on a feeling

Just can't stop

Once ain't enough

Better lock this down

Better box it up

Gotta work me out

Make it real

Gotta make it count..."

The song plays. I'm already struggling to stay put. I love this song anf they know it. I step out from my box and, on all fours, sway in time to the music. I then stand up on my legs, which I do rarely.

"Oooooooooooo! Oooooooooooo aaah!" I sing along. 

The song suddenly stops and a net is thrown over me. I squeal in surprise and squirm to try to escape in a panic.

"Haw haw haw! We got 'er!" The gruff voice chuckles in victory.

"B-Be careful! Don't hurt the 'lil love!" The nervous voice says warily.

"Shut it faceache!" The rough voice replies as their footsteps echo out into the cold midnight air.

All I know is that I'm in for it.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS! 🌲💖😘 Hope yall enjoyed this new story! Sorry it's so short. Working on chappy 2 in a bit! 

Love yall!~Feh🌌🎧🌆