All The Dead (Chara X Reader)

Chapter 1

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The Cover above is the original cover! It is by xNightingale_girlx! She's taking requests if you want this talented goddess to make you a cover too!
If you didn't read the a/n than I'll say it again: don't read if you're sensitive. Just, at all. I'll joke about the shit you're not supposed to joke about and this whole story will be messed up. Just like me. Have fun reading if you're still here.
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×Your POV×

I wasn't always this way... A monster, I used to be different. I had a childhood, I had friends and family, and I had a sweet home. It smelled like butterscotch and cinnamon, and had that summer home feeling. It was always clean and tidy, and my friends all awed at it's beauty. It was a dream, to monsters or humans, it was perfect. But... Even monsters have a troubling backstory, right? I know I do.

Even when I accepted humanity for what is it I hated it. I've always known what humans were, they were terrible. I didn't have it particularly bad, I wasn't bullied or abused as many people assume, I was just... Born abnormal. Not many humans knew me, but those who did had a tendency to avoid me. Many tried to talk to me about my "issues," but they all seemed to quickly grow afraid of talking to me. Can't say it was surprising, just... Boring.

"Y/n! look at this!" My sister screamed in surprise. I made my way to her and knelt my her side. I saw what she was yelling at, a mangled cat laid on the ground, blood surrounding and it's limbs broken. One of it's eyes was popped out from it's socket, it back bent inward. I stared at it for a moment, taking it all in.

"Go inside, I'll take care of this." She quickly ran inside and probably ran to tell mother. I, on the other hand, allowed a smile to creep to my face. The sight of blood was... Thrilling to my younger self. It was beautiful. I don't think I had seen so much blood before, but I didn't want to tear my eyes away. So, instead, I picked up the mangled corpse and held it in my hand, gently lifting it.

It was quite dead, it's body was still warm and some blood ran down my arm, meaning it was a recent death. Somehow I found the sight... Pleasing. The smell and sight and thought all made me shiver... In a good way. Or maybe not, I don't know. It felt good, so it must've been good.

It was just satisfying, fresh blood. I thought of people I hated in that position instead, bloodied and mangled beyond recognition. It brought a smile to my face, a bright, wide, sadistic smile that reached my ears. My joy was interrupted when mother came running out of the house, screaming at me to put the cat back down.

She grabbed it from my hands and threw it away, it's body bouncing and rolling down the street. She screamed at me and sent me to clean up and go to bed. I complied, happy to get away from her nagging.

I took a shower and went to bed without saying goodnight to anyone. Instead of sleeping, though, I stared at the ceiling for a while, imagining the scene again. It made me giddy to imagine it. The blood and torn body, it was fresh blood. It was all recent.

I heard my mother march to my room, the resounding thuds of her footsteps shaking the whole house. I could hear her swearing outside my door, something about earlier. She angrily opened my door and started yelling yet again.

"Why would you touch it?!" She screamed in that annoying, angry voice. "It was torn to shreds! Are you that fucked up?! Do you have a mental problem?! You stupid-"

"I'm back!"

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HeyY.
Isn't that just a chapter?
Okay I'm just gonna say it one more time:
The whole story will be kinda fucked up. So, yep. Have fun with that. Bye.
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