Creepypasta Boys X Reader

The Bloody Painter X Reader (Part 3)

You were sitting next to a psychopath. Your new friend, Helen, had your arms pinned to the window of the bus, his bright blue eyes staring you down intensely. His comment was hanging in the air, it felt like a weight on your chest.

"I only target people that hurt me. This time, I targeted those that hurt someone I care about."

What did that mean? He hardly knew you. Although you couldn't help but feel... Flattered. Having been in a school that treats you like trash all the time, to have someone treat you so kindly, to say they cared...

Oh God you had attachment issues.

How could you confirm this? Literally the second day of Helen's arrival and you had been looking for him all day, worried about him, even though all he had done was be kind to you the day before. But really, could you blame yourself? Having someone treat you as a friend was the best feeling ever, and you didn't want to lose that.

Which brought you back to your senses. Helen was still watching you, waiting for your answer. What was the question again? Your heart was beating quickly in your chest as you thought of what to say.

"W-Will you... Will you hurt me...?" You asked slowly, quietly, almost flinching away as the words left your mouth.

"No." He shook his head, "Never, I can't ever imagine hurting you (Y/N). Which is why when someone else does, I stop them."

You nodded slowly, licking your dry lips, "U-Um... Okay."

"So you won't tell anyone?" He asked, tilting his head.

"N-No..." You said, shaking your head. There was no way you'd risk getting on his bad side. And there was definitely no way you'd risk losing a friend.

Man...

He let you go, taking his place back on his seat. A smile spread over his face and he gave an innocent chuckle. He looked so young when he did that, and you really couldn't believe someone as cute as him could ever kill anybody. You remember him saying he had been bullied at school as well, and you remember him telling you he'd seen worse than what he had here. You wondered if that meant he had snapped, what had caused him to break and murder people?

"Ew, you two are so gross." You snapped out of your thoughts, raising your (e/c) gaze to see the blonde bitch from before. She was staring down her nose at you, checking her nails, "Really you two, you should get a room. Or maybe a stable. Animals."

You frowned at her, "Did I just hear fake crocodile leather talk?"

Her eyes widened and she growled at you, reaching down and grabbing your shirt, "You watch your mouth you disgusting pig. I could slaughter you and serve you for dinner in seconds. Don't even try to one-up me. I will fucking bury you."

You glared at her, about to comment on her fish lips before someone cleared their throat. Helen grabbed the girl's arm, prying it off your shirt.

"You should learn your place." He said to her, and she recoiled with a hiss.

"Ew! He touched me!" She yelled, causing half the bus to turn their attention on you.

"Why would I touch a filthy garbage bag?" He asked, staring at her in boredom, "Sorry, but I'm not the one that takes out the trash."

It was silent for a moment; the tension could be cut with a knife. And then the whole bus burst out in a fit of laughter. Even you couldn't stop the smile from spreading over your face. The girl could only sit there, tears threatened to fall from her mascara covered lashes. Helen glanced at you, before chuckling slightly as well and turning back to face the front of the bus.