The Psychotic Definition of Love

ψ C h P · 3 ψ

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A/N: Hi guys! Anon-san here :3...
I'm very sorry for not updating fast. School's a hellhole and the internet's being an ass. Oh and btw, I've removed all censored words (even in the first 2 chapters) 'coz what's the point if this whole story is full of them? It won't make any difference.
Well, enough of this rant. I now present the 3rd installation of this story. (I'm really sorry about the late update ●_○)

•○ Ciao~ ●°

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ψ C h P · 3 ψ : Changing Work Places

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"...did you enjoy your last day as a free man~?"

~ 13 hours before relocation ~

Oh fuck.

Please don't tell me...

this chick...

No, that can't be right.

Maybe I'm just hearing things.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when something cold touched my cheek.

"You okay there?" She asked with a tone of unalloyed worry, withdrawing her frappuccino from my face.

See? My paranoia is just being an ass.

Besides, Nell looks nothing like HER. They even have a different color of iris.

And her voice is like that of an angel's, laced with nothing but pure--

"Maybe you enjoyed your last day too much."

...innocence?

"Don't worry, I won't let you enjoy your days as my slave."

I felt the contents of my frappuccino flowing through my hand from crushing its tumbler.

No. Way.

Just. No. Fucking. Way.

There is absolutely no fucking way that she's...

"...the psychopath." And before I knew it, I already blurted out my thoughts.

In my defense, I blurted out the truth.

"Gee, thanks for the compliment." She gave me a peace sign for no reason.

I tried to keep calm. I'd be vulnerable if I lose my cool here. I'm exposed to a crowd full of social climbing dicks, which is a bad place for breaking a fuse.

Opting to follow my instincts, I grabbed her by the wrist and maneuvered our way through the guests.

As soon as we were free from the crowd, I made a beeline for the back door. I opened it and got my ass out fast, pulling Nell with me.

"Are you by chance, related to a roadrunner?"

"Fuck off!" I hissed lightly, anxious that someone from the guests might here me.

(That's me and my reputation issues.)

I felt the strain in my lower right abdomen as we continued to run away from the mansion, getting farther & farther and into the darkness.

I don't even know where the hell we're going! The full moon was the only light source we had to lead the way. The other 3 things guiding us are the sound of leaves being crushed beneath us, the slight incline of the ground, and our feet which navigate our---