[This one will be interesting!]

TAKES PLACE AFTER FREE MAN

Requested by @Plague_cure , tysm :>

(A waiter approaches Charles while Y/N and him were talking, and gives an extremely inappropriate and unprofessional writing on the back of a receipt, sending Y/N off in a wrathful frenzy. What happens next? 3rd POV, Very Angsty, mentions blood, trigger warning for extreme blood. No gore, however. Hope you enjoy!)

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   Charles cheerfully chugged down his Coke Cola bottle and smiled at his calm, significant other from across of him on the table. They looked absolutely gorgeous/handsome in their formal outfit, while he was in a casual suit. Truthfully, he felt under-dressed for the occasion.

   Charles and Y/N were out on a fancy restaurant date, after the abnormal news of the Toppat Orbital Space Base being blown to bits and 90% of members dying due to lack of oxygen. The news was very strange, along with the disappearance of Henry Stickmin.

   On the inside, Charles had a small feeling that Henry wasn't dead, and may have done this. But that doesn't mean that's a good thing. That means he may have caused the death of thousands.

   Y/N felt glad that the women and some of the men who looked at Charles were dead. That's all.

  "Man, that was a nice meal!" Charles grinned happily, his eyes locked with Y/N's. "What about you? You like the steak they gave you?"

  Y/N nodded and smiled brightly at her boyfriend, mentally praising him within their mind. "Yes, it was very nice, just like you!" They said optimistically.

  Charles laughed and blushed, before rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Man, you really out of my league, seriously, you're way too nice!" He complimented modestly.

  "Ahem, excuse me, here's your receipt," A young, lilac-clothed, brunette handed Charles a receipt with all the meals they had eaten...

   Along with a provocative drawing on the back of it, along with a cursive sentence on the back that read: ''You're seriously hot! HMU ?-(???)-XXX-XXXX''

   Before the brunette left she mouthed: ''Don't tell her!'' before leaving to serve another customer.

  "Jeez, talk about disgusting! Just look at this; This bold action man's clearly in a relationship yet she still gives this to me... Yeesh. How unprofessional." Charles handed Y/N the receipt, their eyes glued to it.

   Anger began to spread throughout Y/N each overconfident click the brunette's heels made as she stared at the receipt. Their eyes burned like a thousand suns, their control within their mind breaking little by little.

'What the hell is this slut's problem?! Flirting with a man that is clearly mine?! What is she, mentally insane?!?! That's it, I'm killing her! I'll rip those haughty, cursive hands from her body!'

  "Uhh, Y/N? Somethin' wrong? You look really angry. Don't worry, I'd never hook up with someone who isn't my helicopter or you. Seriously."

  "Yeah... But you'd never do that. I trust you Charles!"

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   One. Two. Three. Four. Fivesixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteensixteen.

   Sixteen stab wounds to the 'slut''s chest, killing her almost instantaneously.

   The blood on the cutting knife Y/N used had almost splattered everywhere in the small bathroom, crimson stains plastered across the walls and on their clothes.

   The brunette corpse's chest was covered in dark, crimson blood, the original lilac of the clothes no where to be seen. The mirror and sink however, was left untouched without a spot of blood.

   Y/N sighed as they looked down at the corpse, after changing into a new set of clothes and putting the gloves they had used to kill with the knife in their pocket.

   Just what would Charles think of them when they had done something as terrible as this? Their relationship would be ruined, and she would be seen as a Toppat to him.

   They flinched when they heard someone knock on the door, Charles's voice following soon after. They mustn't act strange, or reveal what has happened. He is precious to them, after all.

  "Umm... Y/N? Are you okay? You've been in there for an hour now..." Charles asked, his voice worried.

  "Yes, everything's fine. I just slipped and fell, so I'm changing..."

  "Wouldn't you have changed by now? Sorry, I'm just a bit worried so I'm gonna come in since the door's unlocked..." Y/N's mind panicked. She had no way of stopping him and she didn't have any weapon that wouldn't hurt Charles...

   She's dead meat, that's for sure.

  The door slowly creaked open for Charles to look around, and he completely froze at the blood-covered scene. The sight of it all was so disgusting, so horrifying, that he felt some of the food he ate earlier come up to torment him further. He's killed people before in the government... But he'd never thought he'd see it so up close. It was disgusting.

  "Y-Y/N..." He covered his mouth and stomach to prevent himself from vomiting. He just couldn't comprehend this.

  "No. Wait. It's not what it looks like."

  "I'm calling the police. Damn you for killing this innocent person for a single action..."

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840 words, hope you enjoyed!