Hey guys, here's another request! Sorry I haven't been that great with the updates, but now that Spring Break is over, I'll get back to work gor you ladies and gents.

(Y/n)'s POV  

I cut the throat of the person underneath me. My smile grew as I watched their eyes dull and I jumped up, laughing. Life and Death is such a fun game to play, if not a deadly one. I was a happy player. I choose the next victims and Death grants me a gift for everyone that I manage to get that would help his so called 'partner.'

I could care less who this person is. I just was having fun. I was able to cut, torture, and/or stab to death whoever I can. The thoughts in my head that were not mine went away every time that I started my job. I fell back into a chair, no police sirens, no loud banging. I sighed and closed my eyes as the fresh relief of sanity slowly click back to me for the time being. I opened my eyes and walked out the door. A new shirt over my bloodied one and a jacket that I used to cover my pants by tying it around my waist.

I looked up and saw a man out of the corner of my eye. I looked away from him. He was my stalker, the person who is the only witness of my deeds, but never stood up against me to go over to the police. I start to walk faster out to my car and I start to drive, despit my insanity coming back into place. My breaths became hard and labored and I stopped and jumped out of the car and looked around. He was still behind me. I ran into my house and locked the doors. I started to ignore whatever happened in my house and I went up to my room and closed the door.

I laid down and I sighed. My demons coming back. I needed to do it again, they are to loud. I heard a bang from downstairs and someone shouting. 

"GOD-CUPCAKES!" I heard him shout and I fell asleep as he continued to ramble.

INSANITY~~~~~~ 

I woke up in a cell and I heard absolutely nothing, Everything was quiet and and I sighed realized once more. I rest against my bed, only to discover that is wasn't my bed. I looked around me and I screeched at the sight of dead bodies around me. Their eyes gouged out and guts around me. I could feel the stickiness from their blood stick to me and I cringed. I don't like this. I was chained to the ground, vulnerable and weak. I closed my eyes and my voices became frantic. My demons were gone, but not my voices. I heard a door opened and I looked up to see a man with red air above me.

"Hello poppet~." I heard the man said.

"Y-You./... You have been following me!" I said as I went against the chains. He went over to me and poked at my arms.

"You are His helper aren't you?" the man said looking down at me again. I looked up at him in questioning and he shook his head.

"Death." 

I nodded and he looked away. 

"I was hoping you wouldn't be, now I have to wait for a bit longer." the man said.

"Why?" I said and he snapped out of his thoughtful look. "I can help you." I said and he grinned. He took out a key and unchained me and I stood up and he held out a hand.

"Alright, let's do this." He said. I nodded and I walked away.

That was how I survived the notorious Cupcake Killer.

SO MANY TIME SKIPS!

I walked into the bakery with a bag over my shoulder and I entered the back door. I slapped the body on a table and the familiar red head walked in. He grinned and walked over to me and patted my head.

"Thank you poppet." He said. He handed my a cupcake and I looked at him with a questioning look and he rolled his eyes, "It's safe." he said and I took the cupcake.

"Thank you." I said and he kissed my forehead. I blushed seeing how he never done this and he chuckled at my red face.

"Poppet....." He said and I looked up at him. He kissed my cheek and I smiled with my face burning even more.

"I love you poppet." He said.

"I love you too..." 

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