Dallon Weekes Imagines

Kill Him

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR SO LONG. I got sick for like, 3 days. BUT THEN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 5K and here is the 'angsty' imagine someone requested!!! (I don't know, I just got this from an OTP Prompt Book, lol.)

"You're Y/N right?" a man asked.

"Uh... yeah. Who are you and how did you know me?" I asked, looking around. "Where am I?"

"Ok, I'm Brendon. How I know you and where you are doesn't matter. But I have a task for you."

"What task?"

Brendon bent down on one knee, helping me stand up. "Well, there's this guy you have to kill—"

I cut him off. "No, I can't kill a person. Why don't you just do it yourself?"

He shook his head, laughing slightly. "For the sake of humanity, just please listen to me. His name is Dallon Weekes," Brendon snapped his fingers, making a picture magically appear out of nowhere. "If you don't kill him... Well, an apocalypse is going to happen. So, please, Y/N. You have to do what I say."

I sighed. "Fine. Although, he seems pretty nice, and I don't really trust you."

"Trust me, honey, he's a mad man. He's doing an invention right now, which he will finish in a few hours."

"Don't call me honey."

"Alright. Shall we go?" Brendon asked. I nodded. He held my hand. We teleported and was in this "inventor's" laboratory. "Bye, Y/N. Good luck," he said, handing me a knife. "Use this." He kissed the back of my palm and disappeared as I blinked. I looked around the room. It was very modern.

"Ah, right!" a man exclaimed. I followed the voice, and finally, I found the guy. I smirked, quietly entering the room behind 'Dallon's back. I took a step forward a little too loud. Shit. The guy raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

"I—uh..."

He narrowed his eyes. "Huh, a knife? You're going to kill me?" Tears were welling up in my eyes. I can't do this. I nodded. "Oh, well then. Do it," he said. "Do it!"

"I can't."

Dallon snatched the knife from my hand. "Then I'm gonna do it myself."

"NO!" I screamed. "I'd rather live in a world of apocalypse than kill a person."

He opened his arms. I ran into him, and hugged him as tight as I can. What is happening? This has gotten way out of hand.

A/N: This is the worst imagine I've ever made, I swear to god.