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

~27~ Child Found

(Kurt's PoV)

Many hours later, I don't bother to check on Aloise. The thought of Quenly dying in the hands of Aloise made my stomach churn, but it was for the best.

"Have you seen Quenly?" I hear Paxton's voice chime from behind me as I walk across the hallway. He seemed to be dressed neatly in a suit as he looked for his girlfriend. My lips straighten into a line as I try to think of something to reply with.

"What's wrong?" I managed to ask, seeming that I didn't know what had happened to her. "I can't find her. I'm really worried. She's never late, especially not for a date." Paxton frowned, looking down as he fiddled his fingers.

Paxton never had an ounce of confidence without Quenly and it made him depend on her. I couldn't imagine seeing him shattered when he sees Quenly's body. "I'm sorry. I haven't seen her." I lie

"I don't know what I'd do if someone hurt her. I'm scared..." Paxton muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, seeming awkward as he talked about his sweetheart. I place a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him.

"Hey. It's Quenly we're talking about. She must've gone somewhere and is probably running late." Paxton doesn't flinch or smile at me. I smile for the both of us as I squeeze his shoulder a bit. "Everything's going to be okay. Trust me."

Then suddenly, I remember (Y/n) and sleeping with her but most importantly, I remembered the cheesecake. Crap. I cursed in my mind, only hoping she hadn't forgotten to eat it.

TIMESKIP

(Pola Uchin's PoV)

"Finally." I growled as I stood in front of the hunter's mansion.

Honestly if I were alone, I would never have found this place; Thank God for Reaper. Without him, I would still be wandering alone by myself. "I'm sorry it took so long," Reaper stammered as his transparent body slumped against a tree. "You haven't really fed me in a while." He lowered his head, like he was scared I would be mad. He was right. "I'm trying to get you a varie, so stop your whining!" I scolded, looking down at the man with the black coat and monster claws.

Reaper was taller than me when he straightened his spine and he had these needles sticking out of his weirdly, over-sized hands like a porcupine. He wore no shirt and honestly I didn't mind but he did. He thought it was indecent but whenever I tried to offer him a shirt he'd always complain about where I got it from - my victims. I can't exactly go to the department store like a regular person.

He had these tattoos and stitches all over his skin, reaching up to his neck. I always wondered if it was some kind of torture thing; maybe it was from me but I shrugged off the thought.

"Well then, shall we say hello to our friends?" Reaper gives out a small sigh after he hugged his knees from my scolding and he stood up, his head hanging low. "Keep your head up, have you forgotten your manners?" I growled, nudging his waist hard with my elbow. He doesn't bother fighting back and groaned softly as he straightened his back, his bones cracking. He rolled his shoulders back and looked over to me, his long black hair finally revealing his face. His red pupils were surrounded by this black ocean in his eyes. They used to scare me before but, now, he doesn't dare to defy me.

"Now go knock on the door." I demand and Reaper hums in reply before taking slow steps towards the porch and he touched the door with one hand. The door stood still in an instant then flew back as if it had been struck by a missile.

I enter the house uninvited and grinned at the people who looked towards my direction. The dear Aloise Revenent and Kurt Valhart were the ones I recognized immediately and Reaper looked over to a woman with (H/c) hair and (E/c) eyes, he hummed pleasantly.