You're Psycho ♣️ Midari x Female Reader

♥️Chapter Four: Game

Midari POV:

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20 questions? That's a child's game. I've been waiting to play this game I created. It's called "Death Roulette." Instead of money, we gamble with our lives.

"What game will we be playing, eyepatch girl?"

Eyepatch girl? That's gonna get annoying quick. I'm sure she'll ask my name during the game, so I guess I'll let it last until.

"This game I made up, called... death roulette."

The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened and she almost suddenly started to sweat. Just how I like it.

Y/N POV:

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Death roulette? What the fuck? I can't even begin to imagine what this game is about, nonetheless why it was even named "death roulette" in the first place. She carries a gun on her in school pretty visibly, so I really don't know what I'm in for.

I think eyepatch girl noticed my panicked state. She walked up to me and wiped away a bud of my sweat with her finger. She began to caress my face.

"Are you scared, Y/N? We don't have to play, you know... I guess you'll just miss out on the fun."

She said that almost, seductively. It was hot, I'm not gonna lie. I can't back down now, I mean, if I want to get to know her, I'll do whatever. I closed my eyes in an attempt to focus and calm myself. That was a little mistake. I felt another hand on my face. It was eyepatch girl again. She put both her hand on either side of my face, and sat on me with each of her legs on one side of my hips. I blushed hard.

"Come on Y/N... don't you wanna play with me? It'll be fun, you know"

I- I don't know what going on here, but I think I have to play this game now. Still, I sit there both speechless and shocked.

"You still won't talk, huh?"

Her legs tighten around my hips.

"Okay, fine. This is your last chance. Do you want to play?"

I see her head positioned right in front of my face, still, I have sweat dripping down from my forehead. Eyepatch girl opens her mouth and licks a bud of sweat off my face.

Wow. That was surprisingly VERY hot. I blushed a lot. Like, a lot.

"I got you to blush. Cute. I'm taking it as yes."

Well, I guess I'm playing then. Still, I was flustered as fuck. She's good. She climbed off me and sat in the chair opposite of mine.

"How do we play?"

"Finally, I got a word out of you. Death Roulette. Obviously, I'd hope you've heard of Russian Roulette, well this is my twist."

RUSSIAN.FUCKING.ROULETTE? How could she smile so easily saying that..?

"Listen up, the rules are important. I have two guns, each with a barrel that holds 6 bullets. I'm sure you've already noticed that on the bookshelf over there, we have bullets. Lots of em. But, they're not all real. For this game, we'll use 5 real bullets, and 5 rubber bullets. One gun is to be used with the real bullets, and one gun is to be used with the rubber bullets. First, we will put both guns in a machine which dispenses one of each gun to the both of us. Then, one of us asks a question. Depending on the intensity of the question, the other person will load the gun with their desired amount of bullets. 1 or 2 if it's an easy question, 3 if it's kinda deep, but nothing too much, and 4 or 5 if its a question of great value, or intensity. But, I can't guarantee that you'll play that way, because either of us could just fill all the bullets in the barrel and kill each other... but that wouldn't be fun, would it? Anyway, after the amount of bullets is decided, you'll get the gun that was just loaded, and spin my random body part generator. That's where you have to point the gun. Fun, right? Also, we can't tell which bullets are real or rubber, they're made to feel almost exactly the same. It'll be fun, won't it?"