"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What are you a 5 year old. That hiding spot is so basic, under the blankets on a sofa, really?" he speaks in a threatening playful tone, "you thought I wouldn't see you there did you? Well listen hear kitty I'm not as dumb as I look." For less than a second you catch his eyes glimmer those enchanting but intimidating red again.
"Excuse me 'red eyes,' but have you ever thought about the possibility that I wasn't hiding." I said as I sat up on the sofa.
He looks confused for a split second but goes back to normal.
"Wasn't hiding huh? Ooooh, I get it now. You think that as long as you pretend not to be scared I won't slice your head off, am I right?" He walks over to the couch and stops right in front of me.
"That trick won't work here, last time someone did that, let's just say it wasn't pretty."
"Well that's a shame, if I ever die I would want to die looking like a goddess. So, if you do decide to slice off my head decorate my corpse with flowers at least." I finish talking and lay down again on the couch, cover myself with the blanket and turn around with my back facing him.
"Tsk. Shut up, I don't need to hear your backtalk kitty, and don't turn away from me when I'm talking to you!" He takes my h/c hair head and yanks it pulling me off the couch. I land hitting my back on the floor with so much force. My air seems to have left my lungs as I start coughing.
"What'd you do that for?!" I managed to squeak out.
"I SAID SHUT UP. DON'T SAY ANYTHING UNLESS YOU'RE GOING TO BE BEGGING FOR YOUR LIFE AND SCREAMING!" I slowly start crawling away from him when I feel the boy's rough hands grab my hair again and throw me against the wall. My head hit the wall and everything around me began to get blurry.
The boy squats down so he can be looking directly in my eyes. He wrings his hand on my neck as he pushes me against the wall even farther. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to take in the little amount of air I can.
He brings his lips up to my ear. I can feel his warm breathing that gives my neck goosebumps. This time he doesn't scream but instead whispers in a taunting voice, "It's ok, you can scream now, I know your afraid~"
When he finally backs away from me and takes his hand off my neck he grabs the scythe and presses it against my neck replacing his hands.
"IT'S OVER FOR YOU NOW!" He starts laughing again, "GOODNIGHT KITTY~"
"Do it, kill me," were the four words I was able to cough out. I thought I saw the boy saying something but before I could process what he said my vision went dark.
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" Bang." (Zack Foster x Reader)
FanfictionUNFINISHED ______ Y/N was released from the asylum 1 year ago, she was there since she was 13, she's now 20. It was hard at first to live in an ordinary lifestyle but she got used to it. But now that the most wanted serial killer "Issac Foster" brea...
