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Killer in the Mirror {WKM x Reader}

Key: Bold - Dark, Bold Italics - words the reader speaks with a harsh, angry tone, Italics - song lyrics or (in text) emphasized words in general

Look out, they're closing in on you now
Wake up, or you'll wake up six feet down
Nobody's got your back in this town

They left me here! They weren't supposed to leave me here. Damien and Celine, they left me here. I can remember it all. William shooting me, and I fell to my death. Damien and Celine, dead as well, revealed to me Mark's plan. What he did! They were to use my body as a vessel, and we three beings would reside in me to stop Mark. But Damien, upon being back, picked up his cane, and walked to a mirror. He cracked his-my neck, and gone I was. Damien's body was there, not mine, while I was trapped inside the mirror. They betrayed me! Left me to rot!

Knock em in the teeth now

Time in here has made me resentful, cold, vengeful. I've gone straight mad! I'm not who I was anymore. Not the sweet pushover I was! I want them to feel my pain. See my revenge! Wither away before me by my own hands. All of them! William, Damien, Celine, Mark. Goddamn them, they will fall to me one day!

Out here there's no negotiation
No room to start a conversation

The manor was abandoned after that night. Sometimes, kids will venture in here looking for a story to tell their friends later. One time, a couple of twin reporters actually came by. And oh, I give them a story. My rage and desperation to get out is fueled by the very opening of that door. I slam into the mirror, scream in rage, they can't see me, just me palm when I touch it to the mirror. They leave in fear. I'm satisfied with their fear. But that's not what I want.

Before you get a taste it's taken
Never let your guard down

Sometimes the mirror will crack to my screams and hits. I always have to on alert for this. Everytime, I start to get my hand out. My arm. Half of my face. But it ends up being for nothing. Some force pushes me back, and seals the crack. I'm always so close. But my taste of freedom is always taken from me.

Get back, put your hands up
Kinda messed up, but it's tough luck

Today though. Today is different. The door of the manor opens. Assuming it is some more kids, I go the the mirror by the front entrance. But it isn't some kid. No. It's some one I've been waiting to see for a long time. Damien. And Celine. The red and blue aura seems to be in more control now, as it isn't coming out in aggressive spikes. His suit choice is a bit different, but he is otherwise the same. And William. He still has his classic suspenders look, but his mustache and hair is pink now. Well, I saw the grief in his eyes before I got here. In a blind rage, I ram into the mirror with all my force. They jump. I give a sinister smile. I ran the mirror again. It cracks. They look over at me. They can't see me. But they will. "Hahahahahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! It's been so long my friends." I scream, my laugh crazy. They must have heard because they look around. William seems spooked, while Damien just looks alert.

I smash my fists to the mirror again, and again, and again. And again, and again, and again. I get faster and more fierce with each swing. My hands start to bleed. I smear the blood on my hand, then hold it to the mirror so they know where I am. Once I do, William notices first. I see his lips move, but I can't hear what they say. "Let me out, let me out. LET ME OUT!" I give a final smash to the mirror and it breaks. It finally breaks! I let out a maniacal laugh as I land on the floor of the manor on my knees. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Free! Free! At long last!" I look up, a dark smile on my face. They both look at me like they've seen a ghost. Although, I guess they have.