I Need You [A Zack Foster x OC fanfic]

Recognition

Zack was walking down an old and dark alleyway, slightly annoyed at the world. It had rained earlier, leaving him soaked. As he walked, he grimaced slightly at the uncomfortable feeling as his skin chafed from the wet clothes.

Not that the feeling of his skin hurting was unknown to him though.

To top it off, since it was nighttime now, he couldn't really see too good where leftover puddles were, which lead to him stepping in them.

The only things that made him feel better was when he thought back to his last victim's facial expression.

One moment, their face was filled with happiness and laughter, the next...

Dread and fear.

The memory brought a happy and yet crazed smile onto his face.

Eh, maybe things aren't so bad. He thought with a chuckle.

SKRCH-CHE

Zack stopped and glanced up at the sudden sound of footsteps on the pavement. A figure stood there facing towards him, unmoving as they stood in the serial killer's way.

What the fuck?

Zack looked the stranger up and down. They wore dark pants along with dark shoes. They were also wearing a large hoodie, hiding away any part of their figure. Zack wanted to say that it was either pink or white, but he couldn't tell because of the bad lighting. They had the hood part over their head, casting a shadow over their face leaving it too dark for him to see their facial features.

Much to Zack's dismay.

He brought his scythe in front of him and made a firm stance. The stranger has not said a single word or made a single sound, which slightly unnerved Zack.

But he pushed on, refusing to be intimidated by some random person.

Or by anyone really.

He grinned, bloodlust rising, ready to start swinging his scythe.

"Heh. Seems like tonight just isn't your-"

"Isaac Foster."

Zack froze.

How did...?

"How the fuck do you know my real name?" Zack questioned aggressively. He took a step forward, ready to lunge and slice at the stranger.

"Heh. I never thought that I would see you again." The stranger quietly muttered to themselves.

Zack was getting fed up with the lack of answers he was receiving. He was about to start yelling, but before he could, the stranger threw their hood back, revealing their face. Zack's breath caught and his eyes widened.

"...Lily...?"

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