MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;You what? | M.W. | (1/2)

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xbloodbulletx keeps sending me those nice prompts because my stupid ass can't think of something by itself.

Hey, have I ever told you guys that we like Demons! AUs?

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This one is so shitty but yet I loved writing the last part XD

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I love that pic up there so much çwç

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"Today was stressing..." I mutter, fiddling with the keys to open my apartment's door. I couldn't see the time of arriving home, today at work was quite stressing.

I get in and when I'm closing the door, I hear cries and freeze. Slowly, I turn around to meet with a weird guy sitting on the middle of my living room's carpet while petting my cat.

Still frozen, I just stand there looking at him. The incoherent cries come from him and my cat seems a bit annoyed under the tight grip and being petted repeatedly.

None idea of what to do comes to my mind. -- Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did he get in- wait, are those bandages? -- Inspecting him, I see there are bandages around his jaw and he has some teeth missing. Can this be more random?

As quiet as I'm able to, I leave my bag on the floor and approach the guy, from behind him.

When I'm about a feet away from him, I'm able to discern some of what he's saying.

"Cat, catty, catto, dey kickef me out- Ah!" He screams noticing me and jumping startled. The cat uses the moment to run away.

At the same time, I'm also startled and immediately back away.

"What are you doing here?" I say putting on my best angry face and looking down at him - even tho I'm nervous.

"Oooh, angry lady!" He says in a half amused half scared tone. "Don't hurt me..." He extends the e.

"Answer my question!"

"Dey kickef me out..."

"Who did it? Are you okay? Why the bandages?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Dey didn't want me dere." He says backing away against the couch.

"Who are they?" I furrow my eyebrows, daring to step closer.

"Dey are- oooh, beauti-ul jacket..." He changes the subject and his expression randomly, reaching out to touch my jacket.

"What- no!" I say with a confused face, slapping his hand away.

"But I like it..." He pouts. "Can I- aw!" His face contorts in pain as he holds the side of his face.

I crouch down next to him, "A-are you okay?" I place a hand on his shoulder. "Who are they? Answer, maybe I can help." I furrow my eyebrows.

"Humans can't- oooh, catty, catty, com' back 'ere!" He says making grabby hands towards my cat who just showed up by the kitchen's doorway. Seeing him, the kitty walks away immediately.

I sigh, "Why don't you sit on the couch? It's better than the floor." I tell him and seeing he just looks at my face without answering, I shake my head, trying to being him to the couch by myself. While I do so, I keep thinking - what does he mean by 'humans can't'? Maybe referring to an... uh, I don't know, I don't know.

"Wooow, comfy couch!" He says leaning back on the couch - also having trouble to speak syllables with f; but oh, with missing teeth...