(y/n) heard the bands first song end through the bathroom door and the applause that followed was deafening compared to the audiences reaction when she sang for them. She really couldn't say she was jealous though. She heard the men in the band were breathtakingly talented and their handsome looks didn't hurt either with the female fans. Plus when it all came down to it, (y/n) knew they deserved more love than she did when it came to applause. They clearly had the passion for their musical gift. (y/n) despised her ability to sing, so it was only right that the people who loved what they did should reap the rewards. As the audience quieted down, waited impatiently for the jazz bands next song to begin, it could've been at this very moment that (y/n screamed for help and the chances of somebody hearing her would have been good.
However, the wind and screams were knocked out of her as the huge skeleton slammed her against the wall.
Beyond the skeleton monsters strong and merciless pinning her to the wall, (y/n) felt something else on her body as well.
Something heavy and unpleasant that had centered itself on her chest, like some kinda invisible weight. For a moment (y/n) thought that he had terrified her so badly that she was having a heart attack. But as quickly as the thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. Yes her heart was beating a mile a second and yes the fear was clouding her thoughts, but aren't heart attacks supposed to be painful? Whatever was happening to her chest was uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. It was unusual, but didn't feel life threatening. The skeleton on the other hand felt quite life threatening.
The skeleton put both his hands on me with his dead stare at me. Red smoke falling from his eye with his smile showing his gold tooth shimmering in the bathroom light. I had to admit it...I was horrified. Like my dad said. If you show your fear they'll eat you alive in this city. Of course this monster knew I was terrified, but I won't give him anymore of my fear than I already had, "..." he loosened his grip on me giving me a sigh of relief. I looked past him at the bathroom door wanting to leave and go home. I quickly try to make a run for the door but that same feeling in my chest pulled me back and slammed me against the wall, pressing me harder and harder in my chest, "Agh!" The skeleton slammed his hands on both sides of his hands on the wall near my head, "Ya don't like what ya see? Well aren't you an insultin' and rude little thing."
The amusement in his voice seconds ago disappeared. At first (y/n) couldn't believe he actually said that. Was he really insulted she wasn't all-out thrilled to be approached in a woman's bathroom by a male she never met? Did he seriously just call her "rude"? Was he kidding? One look at his face and that crazy red smoke now pouring as thick as fog from his socket— was enough to reassure her that he most definitely serious. And when she realized that he truly was insulated, her fear disappeared despite the part of her mind that was begging her to apologize to this massive and clearly powerful individual.
Come on, (y/n/n). It's okay. Just tell him what he wants to hear. I thought to myself closing my eyes carefully choosing my choice of words not to get killed.
That part of her urged and if this "GENTLEMAN" haven't used the word "INSULTING" To describe her, (y/n) might have actually done it. She would have hated herself for it to be sure, but there's a time to be mouthy and there's a time to be smart, and now was certainly one of those times to be smart. But...he did use the word "INSULTING"... Oh this creep is insulted is he? The other part of her mind growled— and (y/n) actually had to fight with herself to keep in the ironic laugh that was threatening to come out of her. Rich clothes, Golden jewelry, sitting and shooting the breeze with big-time criminals and then has the nerve to come into a woman's restroom and assault her? Oh but SHE was the rude one? And HE was the one who was insulted?!
I bet I know why he's insulted, he's probably just like the rich mobsters around here. He thinks cause he's rich and powerful, he can do whatever he wants and get anything he wants with a snap of his fingers.
Bet he's never had a woman reject him before. Bet his his wealth and his influence has woman falling all over themselves to be with him.
(y/n) knew a lot of beautiful and gorgeous woman who used their looks and charms to attract high-class criminals. It was one way to survive in this world, and whole (y/n) didn't judge, she swore she would never become one of those woman that tolerated a murderer for a good life and this... BASTARD was going to get a reality check if he thought a few words and showing off his gold and expensive suit—was going to have her rushing into his arms. Forget being smart, she was going for self-respect.
Would he make her regret? Oh yes.
Was she worried that he might kill her?
There was a tiny part of her that was.
"Rude
Little
Thing."
The other part of her was still raging over his little description of her. In a way it was kinda funny. She honestly thought she had trained herself over who she could snap at— and who she had to endure.
Guess Not.
She was going to pay a high price
For self-respect tonight.
"Get off—"
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He was tapping his fingers against the wall almost making a crackling sound.
Tappity
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"You know kiddo, when I first saw us starin' at each other, I thought we had some kind of unspoken attraction..." he rubbed his thumb over my cheek, "Heh...I know that was the case with me. As a man made of bones, I have a real thing for skin and yours is just beautiful." Those words make a chill run down my spine, "Soft, smooth, practically flawless."
You could hear the music playing from outside the bathroom booming with jazz music and men laughing drunkly with there lovers and friends. Such an inappropriate song to be raped and killed to, I thought.
She knew why her courage vanished as suddenly as it came. She had expected him to beat her violently. Expected him to call her every horrible name in the book. Throw her around a bit before he tore off her clothes, do what he was going to do— and leave her body for some poor unexpected woman to find. And (y/n) would have to accept that fate. She wouldn't have been okay with it, but she would have accepted it because she would have fought him every step of the way. She wouldn't have just let him do it to her without a fight.
But he
Wasn't
Doing
Any of
That.
And now she truly was scared because she had no idea what he was going to do. His rough voice was soft, he was complementing her and he hadn't raised a finger to attack her.
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MafiaFell Sans x Reader
Acción(y/n) sang for a living. She sang at clubs that were popular by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. She honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came str...
