Mark/jack and ego's one-shots, scenarios, images

A killers love

Wilford warfstache x reader
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⚠️violence⚠️
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Picture not mine
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Enjoy 😊
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I woke up to the bright light illuminating from my bedroom window.

'Dam it! forgot to close the curtain'

I raise my arm, and reach over at my nightstand to look for my phone. Once feeling it, I pick it up un-connecting the charger. I checked the time to see that it was 9:00 am. I decided to be good and get out of bed, that's a lie I really needed to go pee so I got out of bed.

I moved the warm covers off my warm body, giving a little yawn and stretch, before I fully got out of bed. Moving, so I was at the edge of the bed, I stood up making my feet feel the coldness of the hard wooden floor, sending a shiver down my spine. I look at the floor and try to find my slippers so my feet would not get too cold.

After a while of searching I found them, I slipped them on my feet, feeling the warmth of the slippers warming my feet up.

I made my way towards my bedroom bathroom, opening and closing the door, while also locking it as well. After doing my business and morning routine. I unlocked the door opening it as well.

As I was about to make my way towards the down stairs area. I heard that I had gotten a message. I made my way towards my phone, in which was on the bed. Picking it up and unlocking the device. I went to messages and saw that it was my boss. The text message read:

Dear [Name],

We have gotten you a new list of people to take out (kill) their name along with their address. Make sure you leave no evidence behind. GOT IT! Wish you the best.

Sincerely, Mr. J

A smirk formed on my face, finally more people to kill. Oh you don't know who I am, well let me give you some back story.

It all started at the age of three, my mom and dad never cared about me, so I was always alone while my parents left to get high, drunk you name it they did it. When I was seven, I killed my first animal in which was the neighbor's cat, I watch as the life left it's eyes and, I couldn't help but smile at what I just did. I then got the best idea ever.

It was a late night, the house was dead silent, nothing but the wind blowing and, the rain hitting the window. I was in my room like I always was, waiting for my mom and dad to show up from.. whatever they where doing. A couple minutes passed until, I heard the front door open then close, listening to the voices of my parents, their words sounded slurred.

'They are drunk, perfect', I say to myself. I got to my door opening it, hopping it doesn't make a sound. Once fully open with no sound, I make my way down the stairs, too where I heard my mom and dad. They sat on the couch watching T.V, laughing from how drunk they where, I passed them and made my way towards the kitchen. Once there I open the drawer to where the knifes where, pulling out the sharpest one. To make sure that it did not need to be more sharpened, I felt the edge of it.

'This is the one' I say giggling quietly to myself, I walked to where my parents sat, there attention on the T.V. I crawled towards the back of the couch, slowly rising, knife in hand, the first to go would be my farther. Why? Well he would abuse me, while my mother watched smiling as I yelled for him to stop. In a quick motion I grabbed my fathers head forcing it back as I sliced his throat open, blood spilled out as he gasped for air, but failed as he started to Choke on his own blood. The screaming of my mother and my evil laughing, was the only thing that could be heard. My mother and I made eye contact I gave her an evil smile and told her.