Kingdom Hearts-Original Stories, Oneshots, & Reader Inserts[Discontinued]

Grave Mistake/A Story

⚠️ POSSIBLE MATURE THEME ⚠️

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He saw you in plain daylight but didn't know why-because he vividly remembered murdering you. Brutally, and without mercy. His knife had done such a lovely number on your face and butchered your chest-the lacerations were his beautiful pieces of art. His favorite part had been sliding the rusty knife across your pristine and delicate throat and watching as the inner pig in you released-screaming silently. So why the hell did he see you walking around, wearing a black coat?

When he first saw you, he had to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and rub his eyes, to make sure you weren't a figment of his imagination.

You walked on the sidewalk across from him, your hands in your pockets as you kept a fast pace. His eyes glared daggers, and you felt the tiny tips poke the back of your neck. So you stopped, and your head snapped right towards him as if you'd know he was there the entire time.

...It's you...

You couldn't help but wave at your old friend.

He caught your glare, and for once, the shiver ran down his spine. Dropping a bag of groceries in his arms, he quickly fled from the scene-from your face-and decided he needed to visit you. Your grave, where he thought he'd buried your body.

The sight of him running away like a pussy tugged at your lips.

"So that's where you've been? I'm so happy to have run into you..." You grinned to yourself and looked around. The coast was clear, so you crossed the street and collected his bag. "He'll probably need this, yes, hmm?" You hummed to yourself and followed his path, taking your time. There was only one place he would run to at this hour, and you knew exactly where.

Constantly, he looked over his shoulder as he ran towards your grave sight. It took him a few minutes to find it, but once he did, he threw a rock on the spot to mark it.

Last he had visited, he loved the thoughts that ran through his mind as he knew you were buried there. And only him-a secret he would take to his own grave. Just the tender thought of how your parents would cry over your empty casket after they realized you would never ever come home had sent a surge of excitement throughout his body. Now? His heart beat too fast for him to even consider those thoughts anymore; the excitement or the beauty.

He scrounged the area for a shovel and found the one from ages ago. The exact one he'd thrown into a bush after burying your body. He shoved his arm in, flinching as the budding rose bush pricked his skin and tore it. Pulling it out now was hell as thorns slashed into his body with tiny knives and made him bleed. He ignored the blood and continuously looked over his shoulder-paranoid. He hugged his shovel close to his chest before he spent the next hour digging for your coffin.

He cursed the entire time, imagining what it would be like if he opened your coffin and saw empty space where you were supposed to be. He swore his heart would burst and that he would have a heart attack right there.
Soon the metal of his shovel clanked against the wood of your coffin, nearly impaling it. A small ounce of relief filled his heart; the other half resided inside your coffin.

He jumped back, blinking before he pounced down into the deep grave and caught himself on the sides. His fingers caressed your wooden face. "Still beautiful and fresh, darling... No, focus on digging her up!" He hissed to himself.

He cupped the dirt with his meaty paws and shoveled out the last handfuls himself.

More time passed before he could reach the lid. He tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. He grumbled through his missing teeth in fear and frustration.