Imagine :: Slasher!Reader getting therapy because of their obsessed “victims”
You buried your masked face in your hands as you continue to rant about your recent experiences with your so-called victims.
“I swear, every time I point a knife to their throat, they would say: ‘Mommy/Daddy’. Do you see how fucking disturbing is that?!”
Your therapist, despite being scared shitless right now, tried to give you some... advice? But nothing comes out of their mouth.
Your therapist takes a short time to examine their once clean office. There was blood, everywhere.
You entered wearing your signature slasher outfit with your weapon in hand, splattered with blood.
The therapist thought you were going to kill them but imagine their surprise when you sat down and started to rant as if you were their client.
“I just,” Your voice snaps them out of their thoughts.
“I just want to hear people scream, alright? Not in an intimate way, just, out of pure fear for their lives. But NO, every victim I killed would always end up moaning whenever I stab them!” You let out a frustrated sigh as you finished, leaning back to the blood stained pillows of the sofa.
You look at the therapist and they freeze. “You wouldn't do any of that if I stabbed you, right?” You ask, tone serious and slightly threatening.
The therapist quickly shakes their head and clears their throat. “O-Of course not, only mentally ill people would find serial killers attractive...”
“Thank you! You have no idea how happy your words made me!” You beamed but your little smile is completely invisible because of your mask.
You stood up and tossed some cash that was rolled up, it was bloody, no surprise there.
With a nod, you made your way out of their office, feeling motivated for some reason.
The therapist stares blankly ahead, wondering what the hell just happened.
“I don't get paid enough for this shit.”
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