I woke up in a dark room, head throbbing, heart pounding, mind foggy.
"Where am I?"
I thought to myself as I sat up in the bed I was..set in? I tried to stand up.
"Dammit.."
I said as I tried to shake free from the chains that held me. I found after about a minute of trying to break free from the chains it was pointless. So I threw myself back onto the bed and sat there. My heart calmed down a bit. I looked into the darkness and spotted a silhouette of a human. My heart began to race again. I opened my mouth to speak but I was quickly interrupted
"Ah, I see you're awake (Y/N).."
I jumped a when I heard this person talk. My heart began to race even faster.
"W-who are y-you?"
I stammered. I squinted in the dark to try to get a better look at this person. They started to laugh, it was pretty creepy. Then they said
"How, cute. It wants to see me."
I was taken aback. This now confirmed guy called me an it?! Oh hell naw!
"EXCUSE ME?! WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO CALL ME AN "IT"!? I AM A (Y/G)!"
The man just smirked
"We've got a feisty one don't we?"
I looked at him then I asked
"So, you never answered my question. Who. Are. You?"
He stayed silent for a little bit, then he replied
"I, am the Bloody Painter."
I sat there. Where have I heard that name before? It sounds so familiar...wait! That's it! He was on the news for a mass murder...the day after my family died...
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The Painter (Bloody Painter x Reader)
FanfictionYou have been living with your abusive uncle since you were 5 years old because your family died in a fire. You finally have had enough of the abuse and you ran away. You ran into a forest and next thing you know you wake up in an unfamiliar place.
