Monomania || Chainsaw Man Fanfic

A primal fear should come from the human instinct of self-preservation and survival, at least that's what evolution says that it should be.

And you know that for the longest time, humans fear you for a good reason.

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"Begone" You say, letting the palm of your right hand grab and envelope the suited man's face, in a horrifying embrace.

Next thing that comes; coat, shirt, suit, pants, vest, tie, underwear, hat, socks, shoes- Clothes fall into a patethic lump on the ground.

The other suited men stared at you in horror. They always do.

They don't know why or how. But they cannot remember who that was, the existence of that person now no longer remembered.

Not that it matters anyway. They too will join him soon.

Your right hand falls back to your side.

"Who's next?"

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> Crossposted to Ao3 <

(Cover art belongs to and made by Tatsuki Fujimoto, I'm only using it as a template for now)

(Spoiler alert for the ENTIRETY of Chainsawman, go read it or watch the anime/movie, it's peak)