𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | Lookism Reader Insert [SLOW UPDATES]

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I do not own Lookism or any of it's characters. This is a fan fiction of the Webcomic created by Taejoon Park.

The girl let her eyes linger on the bludgeoned and dismembered body before her, taking in the damage and feeling her fingers tight grip on the bat in her hand loosen, the sound of metal falling to the ground with a loud clank echoed around the empty warehouse house as she turned away from the now, unrecognizable man.

I only do it because I need the money

Her hands patted her pockets before she pulled out a burner phone, dialing the only number saved in the device before bringing it up to her ear as she began cleaning up the mess she'd made.

The faint buzzing stopped and the familiar voice of her most recent client met her ears, his voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard but this was the last time she'd ever hear it, so she'd have to endure it.

"You finished the job?" He inquired, voice loud in her ear as she put him on speaker, her silence being her only answer as she busied herself with shoving his remains into a garbage bag. He chuckled over the phone, a dry laugh to fill the silence.

"Not much of a talker, right. Listen, I wanted to know if you're open to permanently work for me?" He asked, a hopeful lift to his tone as he awaited her answer, not really expecting one in the first place.

She paused as her hand got a good grip on the dead man's head, eyes rolling as she shoved it roughly into the plastic bag.

"No thank you."

The answer was firm, her voice muffled by the mask she was wearing as she tied the bag, sliding it into another one to prevent leaking, moving on to collect her circular saw and her bat. Both tools were covered in blood, the metallic stench wafting into her nose as she studied them, taking note of the dents lining her bat.

Another dry chuckle to fill the awkward silence that she left. There wasn't anything funny about the situation.

"Why not, its a reliable source of income, you get protection-" His list was cut short as she gave another firm refusal of his offer. She was tired, she had school tomorrow, and she really could not be bothered to deal with this annoying client.

"No is my final answer. You know where to leave the money, if I don't have it by tomorrow night. You'll be my next job."

Hanging up the phone she dropped it on the floor, her heel coming down on the device and cracking it, repeatedly stomping on it until it was an unrecognizable mess, similar to the man she currently had stuffed inside of a trash bag.

I wonder how she's doing

She grabbed her belongings and took her leave, exiting the warehouse and throwing everything into the back of the van she had parked outside, making a mental note to clear her schedule for the weekend and clean out her car.

Closing the trunk, she got into the front seat of her car, starting the car and beginning to drive off, all while thinking of the person she was doing this for.

The sounds of loud chatter filled the fashion department as the girl walked into class, yawning tiredly and making her way through the bustling students to get to her seat.

Like always, the class was full of chatter and she was gratefully ignored by all. Her eyes took in the class carefully, keeping an eye on everyone to keep from falling asleep. She'd stayed up until 1 in the morning, properly disposing of a man's body and she could barely keep her eyes open.

The chatter began growing louder as a group of guys ordered some poor kid around, using him as fan before yelling at a girl as she asked them to stop. Rolling her eyes the girl ignored them, eyes flickering to the teacher as he ordered for them to quiet down, giving him her full attention.