LUNATIC | Peter Parker x Reader

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I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home

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P A R K E R

Humans are pathetic.

They're greedy, stupid and weak. They let their emotions control their lives, empathy is one of their weaknesses. They feel for the others that are not themselves and that shit is fucking annoying.

Luckily for me, I don't feel anything at all.

"Please... You don't need to do this." A girl begged, she had tears streaming down her face, she cried too much, it could've turned into blood.

I said nothing, and showed no emotion as I made sure the knives were sharp enough to cut her skin.

"Why!? What have i ever done to you!?" She screamed, i might as well just stitch her lips shut tight together, but then i don't want to ruin her face,

Yet.

"Let me go! Please! Please, i beg you!"

"Silence." I told her.

I grabbed some scissors, we need to change her hair color first, (Y/n)'s hair is not like that.

"No! Please! What are you doing!?"

I ignored her and started gripping her hair tight, piece by piece, cutting it short. She cried harder and louder for help, but who would hear us inside this basement?

Because she moved so much, I cut her skin out too, now her head is all bald and messy, bloody and bruised. I dipped a cotton with pure alcohol then wiped her head, she yelled in pain.

"Please... stop... stop..." She said, this time softer.

I remained with my straight face, and i began to rip her clothes apart, (Y/n) won't wear anything cheap and slutty like this, this girl is so worthless compared to her.

Then i put on better clothes, that looked much better, the girl started to look more like (Y/n) Stark.

"Now... the most important part." I muttered, then reached out to get the wig from the shelf, a (Hair/length), (H/c) wig, exactly like hers.

I neatly put it on the girl's head. I was satisfied by my newest work, so i stared down at her still, maybe a little more makeup, and a contact lenses would help.

I dragged myself a chair to sit on, facing the girl, I powdered her up, applied (Y/n)'s favorite shade of lipstick, with not much force, I've painted many faces before, but the problem was the fucking bitch cried so much, she ruined everything.

"Stop crying." I said with a monotone voice even though I'm running out of patience.

"Let me go!!! You motherfucker!!" She screamed into my face, her blood from the cuts on her head dripped through the wig and streamed down her neck.

I looked at her. What a pathetic creature she was, this is why (Y/n) Stark is the only girl I admire.

An honest, generous and lovable person, with a heart made of gold. She made me feel things I've never felt before, nor know that it was inside of me at all. Just comparing her to this stupid cunt in front of me made me uneasy.