RT Complication!!

⚠️Pyschopath-Suicidal Blue⚠️

^^I don't know why did I even titled it like this anymore haha :')

Gore is a definite here, violence yada yada yada---

Kay, just being a psychotic leader.

Love it.

*sips coffee nervously*

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No one can ever suspect someone as sick in the head in the Railwatch Team when you first met them.

Definitely not Kay Flames.

That sweet, charming and prankster magnetic train who holds the leadership of battles.

With a mix of a joker and a determined guy, you'll never thought that he's something evil deep within.

Yes, Kay Flames is a psychopath.

And a very, very, VERY CREEPY one.

The only bad thing?

No one knows. He murdered a lot of people unintentionally already, and he guilty got away with all of it.

The fact that inside voices control his emotions mostly was making any violent situation worse.

He might be a lead and responsible fighter, but it's hard to stop him from a death fight.

'Kay, that girl never will stop looking and gazing at him. You know that.'

He scoffed to himself as Elise(A.K.A Eli) was clinging on Alf's arm, just being bitchy bubbly.

Or rather in Kay's words, bitchy bitch double faker.

Selly fake coughed loudly, making the leader turn his head on her.

Kay growled angrily at her, his blue sapphire eyes narrowed and pointed at the pink haired scientist.

Not giving a damn fuck.

"Someone's jealous~" Selly smirked as she shakes her bubble tea cup, trying to be sassy.

Jealous.

Kay just simply showed an irritated look, stood up and walked away. Leaving the scientist speechless.

The speedster immediately went somewhere where no one can probably find him.

The alleyway.

No, he did not walked away because he is ignoring Selly, more of...

Protecting Selly.

He pushed his back on the wall, twitching a little slightly. His hands were gripping on his sweater, breathing heavily.

His head is shaking quicker every time, his hands were beginning to shake too.

'No. No. No. No. More...' Kay's mind racing faster than the speed of light. Hallucinations are all he can see. Poor speedster to handle all of the jealousy that can turn him into a monster.

Again.

And he does not want more.

Tears were flowing in his eyes. The 'jealousy' thing is not the biggest factor here, it's the craziness of the life of a hidden psychopath over. And over. And over again.

As if everything around makes it damn worse.

He hesitantly dragged his hands into his mini bag, grabbing a small, sharp blade.