It was about 6 A.M. in the morning when (y/n) finally stirred awake from that long, gruesome nightmare that seemed too real for comfort. It was about that man, that cannibal, Uta. He wasn't real, he was just some morbid creature that haunted a simple nightmare and he was gone for good. (Y/n)'s precious boyfriend was still living and breathing; and she knew he should be shuffling to work right about now. A small, silly smile graced her lips and she couldn't hide that embarrassed laughter any longer. How childlike of her to have any sort of nightmare! There's no way that really could have happened, or even become reality.
"I'm so weird." (Y/n) exclaimed out loud to the ghosts like silence surrounding her.
(Y/n) sat up from her place on the bed and stretched her arms towards the ceiling, the sift patter of rain pelted the window near her vanity. The windows were closed, no bloody footprints in the hall, and certainly no dead boyfriend lying on her dining room table. Except, there was a gash still lingering on her thigh; and that seemed a little unnerving to the girl. But, (y/n) waved it off, maybe she did that in her sleep, that had to be it. Just to be sure, she picked up her (f/c) cellphone and quickly texted a cute message to her boyfriend nicknamed "My Baby" in her contacts. It was a simple "Good Morning, I love you" kind of message, a test to see if he even texted back.
(Y/n) waited patiently as she made coffee and a couple slices of toast, the screen had stayed black until a small vibrant sent the phone into a flashing frenzy. She picked it up and smiled at the expected text, "I love you too. Last night was great, I enjoyed dinner the most." (Y/n) remembered the delicious dinner they shared, it was Italian. They had went separated ways after dinner, since they weren't too serious with each other, but last night had been the next step in their relationship, she was sure of it.
"Why's that, baby?" (Y/n) messaged back, pouring the coffee in a clean, white mug. "Watching you cry while I ate your boyfriend was rather orgasmic." (Y/n) gasped, covering her mouth in shock. The scolding hot mug of coffee had been dropped to the floor, coffee spilling all over her bare feet.
"Shit!" She cursed while hopping out of the dark liquid to re-read the text over and over again until that sickening voice called out from the living room.
"(Y/n)-chan, don't pretend like I'm not even here. It hurts my feelings." Uta, that cannibal, holding her boyfriend's cellphone.
"Get the hell away from me!"
(Y/n) yelled before she grabbed for the coffee pot in the machine; throwing it at him from the inside of the kitchen.
Uta's eyes widened at the hurting object, his basic move was to roll off the couch but it was too late. The coffee covered his clothes and milky skin, burning it heavily. A loud, painful hiss left his lips but he angrily stomped into the kitchen after the poor girl. His hand flung towards her head and latched onto her (h/c) locks, forcing her to her knees before him. Half of his skin was blistering and turning a bright red color that looked painful.
"I'd be a lot kinder if I was you." Uta let go seeing her painful expression and he gently patted down her ruffled hair.
"So.....everything....it's real? You killed him, and ate him?" (Y/n) looked into the living room, then the dining room; but there wasn't any evidence.
"Yeah....and I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill you but that stunt you pulled back there....it wasn't very nice." Uta latched onto her throat with an iron grip, the color from her eyes draining with every second he squeezed.
"Now. I've got business to take care of. If you leave this house or try anything to get you saved, I'll find you; and I'll let you watch while I pluck your eyes from your pretty little head." Uta dropped (y/n) to the floor, right into the split coffee and broken glass.
There wasn't really anything she could do, she did believe Uta would do what he said. He was capable of doing so; and cannibalism isn't the way she wanted to leave this world. Especially not after the way he explained it. (Y/n) watched as Uta lifted his black hood attached to his sleeveless jacket and left her home without another world. The coffee burn he possessed looked as if it was healing because the blistering skin had faded back to his natural skin color, the redness completely gone.
(Y/n) suspected that he easy really a cannibal, nor did she want to say what he really might be. There were reports of strange abductions, body parts discovered with chewed on bones and bite marks upon the flesh, rumors of strange creatures roaming the city, pretending to be human. But, that couldn't be true....(y/n) sighed and crawled on top of her love seat, knees pressed against her chest as she flicked on the tv, a documentary about people turning to cannibalism in poorer countries had suddenly appeared and she hurried to change the channel.
"I've experienced enough cannibalism for this week..."
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Encounters With A Cannibal (Uta X Reader)
Romance(Y/n) (L/n) couldn't believe her eyes as she peered into the very mind of evil. Her breath was ragged as the pale man stepped closer to her quivering form against the end of her own hallway. His face was painted in rich velvet liquid, that emotionle...
