Knives and Scars: The Last Kill (Creepypasta X Killer!reader)

~18~ Alliance

(Emy's PoV)

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A loud crash filled my ears as I open my eyes to a whitewashed room of buildings - a city. There were cars honking angrily at me as I cross the street. People walked across me, painted with smiles and white outfits. It kinda looked like heaven. Only...that would mean...I'm dead?!

I quickly raise my hands up to my eyes and examine them, they look normal. I wasn't pale nor cold. I gently pat my cheeks, squishing them slightly. I start to look around again, this time, slowly taking in the details.

Neat surroundings, about three or two streetlights in a row lining up with pedestrian lines, the barks of the trees encased with a metal fence, a sign that says "Safety first" with a picture of a caricature holding a seat belt and a village named...

I lean my head to the right to see past the trees and cars blocking the sign. "D...Dmi...Damien?" I shake my head as I try to recall the letters, I don't remember any A's in there. I look again and this time see first half. "Dmit..." I suddenly had a nostalgic feeling having those letters in my head. I rush to the sign, not minding the cars that had to stop in front of me and cause traffic.

I crept closer, seeing more letters by the second. I gasp as I stand before the words Dmitri Subdivision.

"This was the city we lived in...right before we moved out to the rural areas - before we met the Creepypastas." I muttered.

"A house has caught on fire..." I started to hear the same news reporter we saw reporting our little scheme. "Please report (Y/n) (L/n) to us..." She continues to babble. "Sweet dreams." (Y/n)'s voice starts to flood my ears. The whitewashed charade started to turn blue then red then yellow as it started to spin around. I started to see silhouettes of (Y/n) walking towards me as the corners of my eyes started to blur.

I started to get nauseous. "What a clichè name..." Jeffery's voice fades in and it went on and on, driving me insane.

I wanted to be somewhere safe, quiet and familiar. Before I knew it, I was looking for (Y/n).

'(Y/n)...'  I start to thrash my arms, trying to get the silhouettes to leave me alone as (Y/n) started to linger in my mind.

I was choking. The silhouettes took up every inch of space I had and breathed in every molecule of air I tried to grasp.

I was dying. I was trapped. The silhouettes started to claw my skin off my bones and I don't scream - which made it even harder to bear.

"(Y/n)!" My body tingles as my eyes shot open and my sweat trickles down from my forehead to the bridge of my nose.

I sit up - I had to push myself to - and wince at the sharp pain in my abdomen. I lift up my shirt a bit to find a drenched bandage wrapped around me like a snake, unwilling to let go. I gently pat the cloth and let out a sigh, putting down my shirt.

"You're awake." A hauntingly familiar voice creeps in. I jolt my head to my left, towards the door and the voice. I could barely see anything with my vision. I could only make out the outline of a small shelf on the right of the door, a closet on the opposite side, leaning on the wall and a closed window leaning beside the closet - forbidding any light to come in.

I don't say a thing as I shift my body to the edge of the bed. I reach out for the knife in my boot, anticipating it would be messy. From the looks of it, this is (Y/n)'s room...she wouldn't mind.

Just when I had realized (Y/n) had forgotten about...things, I had closed my hand on air - my weapons were taken from me. I growl as a figure sweeps its feet towards me. I clench my fist, hoping I'd have enough energy to fight back.