Does the tale of a wolf in sheep's clothing really exist? Or is there really a small dearest little dove inside all of our rotten hearts? Killing, to kill, it was one thing you always do. A boring man, a frail woman, they were easy targets. Everyday, you come to your wake with bloodlust in your veins. you search the streets of a platter to eat, and when they enter an abandoned place, your crowbar lifts to deface. Yet even in the halls of this old place, you can't help but wonder why the bodies aren't there in it's original place. Have you forgetten? Is it misplaced? Or was it the afterimage of an oddly red and scarlet man basking adoringly at your humble patronage? ----- Strictly told in a female Y/N's perspective. (Yes I will use that word) Sorry if the words aren't exactly same with the story! I'm still trying to undertsand some of these dialouges so... Sorry guys Idk much about Mr Scarletella my favourite youtuber has yet to play chapters where Mr Scarletella is actually in there let alone the final show down. I'm purely going off based on what the fandom says, what I interpret him to be, and what scraps of knowledge I gathered of him. I might update former chapters when I finally understand him. Please take note of the tags (I stole from ao3) and thank you for reading! Average word count per chapter: 1000-2000 words(CC) Attribution-NoDerivs
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