Life is a Work In Progress (Creepypasta x Reader?)

Serra do this, Serra do that, Serra no, Serra wrong, Serra stop. Always bossing me and telling me what to do. If only I could live a decent life without having to deal with them. After I became an adult is was better because I didn't have to see those blasted old farts everyday. I hate dealing with people, all their emotions and difficulties. They make no sense. Crying over death or loss, being exited over a promotion or marriage. Everyone thought I'd understand eventually, but I never changed. The closest thing is the reason I took my job as a homicide detective, adrenaline rush. It's so weird, or so I've been told, but I'm addicted to it. The amazing rush is the only thing that makes this whole existence worth while.
During writing I realized Serra doesn't have an imagination along with not having feelings.
We'll see how this goes. Please don't expect much, but I will try my best.
Started: May 7th, 2020
Oh ya, disclaimer: I ONLY OWN THE PLOT, NOT THE CHARACTERS
Cover By: https://www.deviantart.com/aletheiya/art/Candy-Laughing-Jack-Chibi-425111027