||𝒟ℴ𝓁𝓁 || Diavolo (Doppio) X Y/N

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘧. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘈𝘜 :)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦

And I would really really really like to thank my sensei enihilo For my inspiration to this chapter :)__________________________________

Y/N's POV

Splash Splash Splash

I went running through the dark alley, disturbing the silence of the peaceful midnight with the splashes of the water puddles, formed from the fresh out burst of the rain. I was soaked from head to toe as I was running in the rain, not showing the sign to stop as I tried to escape 'HIM'.

With my legs aching and feeling like jelly, my heart pounding of my ribcage, demanding to set free; I managed to hide in a shabby, old antique shop which was closed years ago. I managed to get hold of my breath, while covering my mouth and nose and clutching onto my chest, trying to be quite as possible and slamming the door quickly.

The streets of Italy were silent, so silent that it me feel like it didn't have any inhabitants before. Only me and 'HIM'.

A thing streak of moonlight came in through the broken door frame. I peeked through the peep hole and watched if 'he' was coming. When I didn't see him coming, I heaved a sigh of relief. The wet stench of earth and wood calmed me down, but the calmness didn't last for long.

Soon after, I sat down on the dusty floor to give my jelly legs a bit rest, I heard footsteps outside the place.

My body stiffened.

I quickly yet silently got up and peeped again. The sound of his Roush shoes keeps getting closer as I saw him, moving lazy and almost in a drunk fit. He suddenly turned around, facing the door. I shrank back and started to panic again.

He stepped closer and closer to the door. Without any second thought, I quietly crept, staying as silent as possible, hiding away into the darkest corner of the shop, allowing the monsters, silently hug me, in a way I wont be able to feel the embrace, but feel their utmost presence.

"Y/N! My little Y/N. Are you hiding somewhere?", 'He' said from the other side of the door. Sweat had started showing up. I backed away crawling into pitch blackness where it was almost impossible to see where I was going and rolled into a ball. I was shaking like a leaf and my heart started pounding again.

"Oh Y/N..", 'He' flung the door open letting the moonlight brighten a part of the old store. "...Where are you?", he said as if he was calling out to his child.

How did he manage to follow me here?? Out of all the places in the whole of Italy, how did he manage to keep up to my tails??!!! Little did I know, he was able to hear my heartbeat.

I tried to scream, but all that came out was a silent gust of air from my moth. I couldn't find my voice. I covered my mouth and clutched my chest, this time harder. The stepping of his shoes seemed to come closer to me as he mumbled a poem which was audible due to the silence of the night.

It was I who opened the door and let her in;She's carved of simple and coarse wood;And, oh my, does she create such a sin;Her smile sets me into such a creepy mood........

She doesn't seem to really like the lightAnd I have to admit that she me no peace,For she always stalks me late at nightAnd from her constant glare I get no release......

He was coming in the direction where I was hiding away, his glowing greens were visible even from a far distance. 'His' eerie smile was visible even in that feeble amount of moonlight. He looks around closely, reciting the paragraphs of the poem in a lazy drunk fit. His white coat was covered in red stains, those of the winter snow covered in blood. He played with his knife, rotating it on the tip of his long fingers, which was enveloped with sleek gloves.

She looked so lonely sitting there in the store;I thought to her, a nice home I could give;But as soon as I got there and came in the door,I realized I'd invited an evil spirit in to live......

He drew closer, while I backed away, accidentally hitting a table, which caused a statue to fall, but thankfully, I caught the falling statue in time. The pace of the footsteps became faster and the sound of the clacking of the shoes became clearer.

Each and every night she prays upon me,I'm stuck inside these four dark walls;While she twists her neck and gazes lingeringly,And if I leave, she'll follow down the halls.......

This time, the way of him reciting was faster and more excited. A tint of laughter was there at the end of the paragraph. His slim figure, hurriedly walking, was visible in the moonlight, a dark silhouette. But his eyes and the menancing smile were still visible.

Oh, why did I ever let such a creature in,And to think just a doll could be so lewd;But now that she thinks she's my next of kinShe wants to make with me a whole new brood......

Suddenly he threw something at me, his knife, which got stuck beside me, on the leg of the table under which I was hiding. The knife made a sleek, yet painful cut on my right cheek underneath my eye and caught my hair. I was on the verge of tears.

Soft chuckles were heard. He was chuckling uncontrollably, maintaining the psychopath personality that he had.

"Y/N, sweetie, come out. I won't bite you, Come on out!", he said, as he stepped closer and closer, his dark aura closing up and enveloping me into a fearful sensation.

"Don't be shy", he said as he stopped in front of the table, causing me to roll up into a ball, shivering and at the loss of words.

"My precious little Y/N, come out~ You don't want to make your master angry..", he grabbed the table and flung it across the room, leaving me with a unclear and disorganized chopped hair and totally exposed to him.

"Right?", he said, smiling like a psychopath he was, as he bend down and ran his finger through my hair, some strands sticking to the rubber material of the glove, as he yanked his hand back, pulling some of the strands of hair with it.

But that didn't matter anymore. What matters the most is that - I was going to be one of his dolls from now on.

"Stand up", he said. I only sat there crying silently.

"Stand up!!", He said, louder and commanding, making me jump. I quitely and slowly stand up, tears uncontrollably flowing down my cheeks.

He caressed my face with his finger, smiling creepily in the process, his eyes clearly showing off the craziness in him.

He then turned around to fetch the knife from the table leg which he had thrown to the other side of the room.

While he was taking out his stuck knife from the table leg, I took this chance and decided to escape. I tiptoed my way to the door, keeping an eye in him constantly. I almost reached the door and was mentally screaming with happiness when-

"You disobedient little whore", a voice said from behind me, which made me stiffen right away.

When I turned around, he was running towards me, like a mad man, eyes telling that he was about to lose it anytime. He threw his knife, with an aim to hit me but instead it got struck on the now broken door frame, saving my ear in the process and slammed his other hand beside my head, trapping me in between. He was looking down and I had a fearful look in my eyes, thin strands to water already rolling down my cheeks.

He slowly and gradually looked up at me, his angry green devilish eyes directly meeting mine. He then brought his face close to mine, tilting his head to a side leaving only a centimeter gap between our noses.

"Now...", He began softly, but his rasp voice was able to run a chilling sensation down my spine.

"Tell me, whose doll are you?", He asked.

I stood there, trapped in between the frame and his huge structure, crying silently.

"WHOSE?", he asked, this time, louder and commanding. The whole building seemed to shake with the echoes of his loud voice.

"Y-Yours", I said, my voice cracking, as I silently sobbed.

"Aww~ Is my little Y/N crying", he said, quite dramatically. He lifted my face with his index under my chin and looked at me with eyes which gave off the expression of looking at someone pathetic.

"Well! There is no need to be afraid anymore, my little girl. You will be all safe and sound", he said, while he took a napkin and waved it infront of me.

A sweet smell came of it, almost the scent of violets. My eyelids became heavy and my lips relaxed. I felt drowsy.

Through my drowsy eyes, I saw his menacing smile as he said, "Game over", before I completely blacked out.

*Hours Later*

I wake up lying on what it seemed like a stage, with bright lights all around. Loud music was playing as if a drama was being played. I looked around and saw that it was a completely different place, with big stage lights and different wigs and cosmetics all lying on one dressing table. It took me a second to find out that I was actually in the backstage.

I walked over to the mirror and saw myself in the most gorgeous ballerina dress ever. With sequins and pure white makeup, I stood there in front of the mirror, trying to recognise that it was me and not someone else.

But.... Who did this? - Was the thing which revolved in my mind.

I tried to take a step closer to look at my gorgeous makeup when my whole body stiffened. I wasn't able to move my arms and legs and I wasn't able to twist my body.

It took a few seconds to notice that my hands, legs, feet, wrists and my corset-waist were tried up with thin yet strong strings.

"AGAIN! AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!!", said a happy voice with clapping noises.  "I wanna see it again!"

"Y-Yes", came in response.

"Wait!", He said. "I would like the change in characters!"

"Well, apparently, there is a new killer ballerina in store for us!", He said, almost laughing like a psychopath and clapping hands faster.

With that, I was lifted of my feet, and carried gently by the rope and placed a few meters front of the red crimson curtains of the stage, waiting to be unfold. But I was lost in my own world of questions. Killer.... Ballerina? Change in characters? What the hell? In the name of Saint Mary, what on earth was going on?

When the curtains unfolded and I was exposed to the audience, which only comprised of a huge camera, which was rolling at the back but at a viewable distance and some men, heavily built with excellent features, it didn't take time to realize what really was going on. I was being held, as a character in a drama seen and this whole thing was being filmed. But that still didn't explain what it meant by Killer ballerina

"Oh ho ho ho!", Said the pink haired boy was siting in the middle while he clapped his hands. "Yes! Yes! I can't wait anymore! Mio amore!!! The gorgeous queen is standing in front of me!!"

"Ok ok, enough of drama, let's watch", said a long blond haired man. His hair had funny swirls at the end, but a sharp face with a bold personality. He wore pink all over, with pretty funky pink gloves, which seemed to have made friends with his long slim fingers.

"My beloved friends, please don't get impatient! We are still getting the victim ready for today's final and special part", the boy said. The blond haired man only nodded. There was another man, with white hair and black scleral eyes with glowing red pupils. He dressed up like, what it seemed like, a BDSM, but boy oh boy, wasn't he absolutely stunning.

Two other men were behind him, one of them was a priest, but he amusingly had silver white hair and had seven ponytails and beside him, was seated a blond haired man who was dressed up as how the Victorian Era men would dress up, completely out dated.

I was busy looking out at all of the audiences, when the entrance door clicked open and a slim blonde man, with a green full shirt and purple pants came in. He had a tie which consisted of cat designs and his purple coat was hanging from his right arm, whose back side was mostly covered in blood.

"My biggest apologies for arriving this late, Mr. Vinegar", the man said as he rushed to the front seat. "I hope the special drama which we all have been waiting for hasn't started yet." His voice smooth as silk which seemed to lift me off my feet and float on silk ribbon - thus was the feeling.

"Oh no no Mr. Kira, you're just in time. The victim is ready only he setting up of cameras.", the pink said, who was supposedly Mr. Vinegar.

The man who just came in from what it looked like a vicious murder, looked at me, and we immediately made eye contact. He then looked down, in a really uncomfortable way and trembled.

"M-Mr. Kira! I-Is everything alright?", Mr. Vinegar said as he approached the poor man, who was struggling to keep composure.

"I-I'm fine, it's ju-st her hands...", He chocked in between of saying the sentence.

"I think he just got a big boner from our pretty lady's hands", scoffed the old fashioned British gentleman, who didn't look gentle at all.

A boner from hands???? Now that's something new, I thought to myself.

"Go complete your filthy desires for hands somewhere else, you indecent wrench", said the priest.

A quite of a talk went on, breaking the silence of the once quite and echoing stadium, creating an uneasy and unbearable atmosphere. Mr. Vinegar was trying to bring back the calm and soothing atmosphere back while the others just went on moving their mouths to some inaudible slangs and words which I couldn't predict. But the calmest of them all, was the black sclera eyed man.

"If you fucking bastards don't stop talking, I will make sure that there will be no iron in your bodies anymore.", the guy with black scelra eyes spoke up. 

"Now now gentlemen, settle down pls, I'm sure Mr. Kira will be okay soon enough. We have everything ready", said Mr. Vinegar and giggled in a creepy way after finishing the sentence.

The camera rolled and once again, the strings made me stiff and controlled me, like a marionette doll.

"Sei pronto?", Mr. Vinegar said and with one clap of his hands, the ballet music started playing. The music had a hint of creepy ness in it, which made my body give out a shiver. The strings which were connected to my hands, made them go up and wave the up and down, indicating a wave towards the audience, while a part of the stage came up in vision with the "victim" tied up to a chair. The strings then made me face the victim. 

"Oh great, you motherfuckers now even planned to kill me? I wanted to die anyways so I guess for the first time you are doing something good to me. I'm grateful for that, but like in a stage?? Like a fucking drama?? Are you fucking serious???", barked the victim.

Kill?? What the hell? Is he the kind of person who goes into character in a play?? Or was it really that some weapon was tied to me?? 

Panic stuck me as I struggled internally. I tried to move my head but I couldn't as if someone was holding my head tightly in place. Suddenly my legs twisted up and down and made me walk. I walked until I was really close to the victim. He looked at me with angry eyes, while I looked helplessly at him.

"Why are you using this helpless little girl right here?", the victim said

"Mamma mia!! Cosa Sento!! Leone Abbachio! Being soft for a stranger girl!!", said the black sclera eyed man and roared out in laughter. The man grit his teeth in rage and then sighed. He then turned to me said in a soft low voice.

"Mi dispiace", he said as he closed his eyes. On the other side, I could see Mr. Vinegar trying to control his excitement when I noticed that one of his eyes had turned into those monstrous green eyes which I encountered last night. 

My left arm suddenly swung up in the air and I managed to take a glance of my hand, but I tried to see again to make sure that my mind wasn't  playing tricks on me. A knife was tied to my hand, tight and secure and angled right at Leone. I struggled to break free and I tried to scream, but my voice didn't come out. Tears started to form while I tried to free myself.

"Aww~ the lady is afraid.", scoffed the British gentleman. The blonde long haired man with pink gloves laughed. 

"HOW CAN A PREIST LIKE YOU! A SERVANT OF JESUS! HOW DARE YOU PARTICIPATE IN THESE?? HOW?!", I cried out, finally finding my voice, my tears finding freedom.

"Well, my sweet lady, my main goal of joining the church was to attain truth of what Heaven truly is and I seemed to have found it with great delight and pleasure by the help of Lord Dio. It is he who I worship now. I am no longer a servant of the mist full winds whom you claim to serve as God.", said the priest as he hugged the blond ma's arm and snuggled into it.  

"You disgraceful wench", I cried out while the priest only roared with laughter. 

"I came all the way from Florida to watch this splendid show. I must say, Mr. Vinegar, You didn't disappoint me at all.", the priest cried while patting his back. 

Mr. Vinegar was almost jumping with excitement  both from the compliment and with the next thing which was gonna happen to the man tied in the chair in front of me. The other chimes in with laughter and chuckles as they already knew what was gonna happen. 

Please! Make this stop!! I don't wanna be here anymore. I silently cried and wished to god. But I guess, God himself, has his back turned on me. The strings commanded my whole body to become stiff and the area around my heels and wrists were really tight, so tight that I couldn't become. The coarse texture of the strings made it feel like it was piercing right through my skin. 

Please Please Please...

But he didn't listen to my prayers. The arm with had the knife tied to, swung down speedily and stabbed the man's throat. Blood sprayed on me and my whole body went numb with a mixed emotion of fear anger and wanting to be freed. A round of huge applause was heard followed by whistles and cheers of hurrah. I wanted to get out as soon as possible, but the strings were too tightly tied to me and my wrist was already bleeding due to the sudden jerks. The coarse surface rubbed against my already cut wrists and was stinging very badly. 

Blood ran down from the corner of his mouth as the knife made me feel the flesh of his now cut throat like it was part of me. I felt like I was going insane and couldn't stand it anymore.

"BRAVO!! BRAVO!! WHAT AN EXCELLENT PLAY IT WAS!! HA HAH!!! LOVELY!!", said the psychopath which I met last night. I quickly looked in the direction of his voice and my eyes went wide. Instead of Mr. Vinegar, there was that psychopath standing, clapping his hands and laughing like a maniac. 

No... How was that possible?? How is this deadly man here?? And where is Mr. Vinegar???!!!!  My head was spinning with all types of questions about his presence. The knife held hand went further and I could feel the hard surface, the bone at the back of neck. My hand won't stop. It felt like was going to slice off the head from the body. 

And I was right. My hand went in deeper and  deeper, until it came out from the other side, slow and steady. My hand then waved sideways left  and right, until I felt the knife hitting the skin. I knew after some "the thing" was gonna happen. I shut my eyes and waited for it to happen. But the feeling was so vivid that I could clearly imagine what was happening. When my hands stopped moving, I decided to open my eyes. But when I did, I immediately wished I hadn't done that. 

The man's head was dangling from one of the side with the help of the skin which somehow held the head with his body. The muscles from his neck seemed to pop out everytime I looked at them with the red surface, the spine of his with blood progressing to bleed out of the massive cut. I begged to them to stop this, but instead, they all laughed and cheered, as if some comedy show was going on. My legs twisted again and made me walk towards the center of the stage when my chest and waist stiffened. The strings commanded me to do a little ballerina dance and then bow down to the audience like a ballerina, my arms outstretched. 

The quite hall was then filled up the louds cheers and whistles of the 6 audiences in front. The cheer was so loud that it felt like there were many people sitting in the auditorium. Each one of them threw either a bouquet or a single red rose, whose color matched with the red stain of my dress, which landed near my feet. I stood there on my toes, now numb and my head spinning, waiting for this eternity to complete. 

"Lovely", said the blond long haired man, wiping off a tear from his eye. "This is an absolute masterpiece, Mr. Diavolo. This is sure to go viral." He then patted "Mr. Diavolo's" shoulder. 

"Thank you! Thank you all for joining me on this wonderful evening. Thank you all for sparing your time for this little play of mine. I would really appreciate if the greatest crime secretaries of all time, stay in my beautiful motherland of Italy and leave tomorrow.", Diavolo said as he slowly approached me, like a hungry lion approaching his cornered pray. 

"We all wished to stay for a while, but important work calls us, Mr. Diavolo. Next time, when all of us again join hands for a lovely enactment, we surely will stay for  a little longer.", said Mr. Kira standing up and the others followed.

"I don't think I'll be able to join again gentle men, I had to leave my precious America and I missed the Steel Ball Run race.", said the blonde man with pink gloves, while standing up. 

"We all have work Diavolo. But we all will try and come for interesting play like this some other day. We'll take our leave for today.", said Mr. Kira standing up and putting a pleasant smile on his smile, which was enough to put a shiver down my spine. 

"Very well gentlemen! Until next time,  Arrivederci.", Diavolo said as he untied me and watched them go out of the huge door, exit of the auditorium. Then he looked at me lustfully, pulling me close to him so that we are touching each other and licking his lips with his his usual psycho mentality coming back. 

"Now, la mia piccola puttana, lets get you to bed, shall we? You already had a long time performing an excellent drama.", he said as he took my hand in his and gently kiss my fingers. I silently stood there, crying as the feeling to rub off the sensation of the kiss wrapped me with a blind rage building up in me. But what could I do? A mere victim of this psychopath. I already heard from some of his earlier who managed to escape that doing damage to him, will cost my whole life. 

He put a cloth over my nose with the same scent of the violets from last night, making me feel drowsy and sleepy.

At that moment I only wanted this to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up on a warm bed with me breaking out a cold sweat because of this dream. I wanted to be a small girl, who lives happily with her parents in the city of Italy, only having a bad nightmare. The scent worked a bit late this time, but is still effective. 

Please, Father. Please make this whole incident a nightmare which felt very real. Please lord. Please. Please.... and with that, I blacked out.

* Some time later *

I woke, on a bed, covered with torn and shabby bed sheets. I looked around and saw that I was in a room, but the room was cold and dark and horribly dingy. The cracks were stuffed with hay and there was a stack of torn stuff toys, with all the stuffings coming out from the stomach.

I got down from the cold hard bed and looked through the grilled window. The moon looked down at me and seemed to peacefully smile at me, as if it loved watching a small bird trapped in a dingy cage, thirsty for my patheticness, and helping the monster by itself. The cold weak wind, went through the window and caressed my face and blowing my night gown a little. 

I looked around. The room was cold, dark, dingy - almost like a prison cell. One of the corners of the room was filled with stuff toys, some of which were brutally torn and damaged and the rest seemed like they haven't been washed since the first layer of dust fell on them. The bed took up an amount of space from the room, giving only the place to walk and sit. There was a bookshelf right above the bed. 

I heaved a sigh and sat on the down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, completely lost in my own world. I then looked down at my fingers, and gently caressing them with my thumb, remembering the way the psycho had kissed it. The kiss felt somehow soothing, as if the psycho was a good person before and his hand felt warm. It weirdly calmed me down. 

I buried my face in my hands as the picture of what happened earlier came into picture. The image of Abbacchio's head dangly from the only skin piece which attached the head to his body kept appearing in my head, when I tried real hard to forget it. Soon louds steps were heard which filled up the whole corridor and almost my whole "room". The steps were getting closer as they  kept getting louder and louder, as if it was coming here. Very soon enough, the footsteps stopped and I heaved a sigh of relieve. 

I flinched and the fear took over me as I heard the key fill up the keyhole and the metal door handle cracked. My heart started beating faster and I automatically curled up at a corner on the bed. The old metallic door cried in pain as it struggled to open with the help of the rusted hinges. 

The person who opened the door come inside, but all I saw was his dark silhouette. The person then lit a candle, revealing his face. It was Mr. Vinegar. I relaxed a little when I saw him but soon dreaded in horror as I saw that one of his eyes was the devilish as that of that psycho. 

Why is one of his eye like that?? He is wearing  contacts right? He is just messing with me. Right? I calmed myself with these thoughts. 

"Oh! Mia cara Alice! We are getting late for the tea party!!", he said in a hurried tone and signaling me to  get up. I quickly got up and when I started for the door, he stopped me by gripping onto my night gown. 

"Uh uh uh!! You ain't going like this anywhere miss!!", he said as he left my night gown and gripped the back of my neck. He then came closer to my ear, his hot breath brushing against my ear making me tingle. "You have to dress up like a lady.", he said. 

I froze then and there. Why did it seem to me that his voice consisted of two different types of people with different voice who were talking at the same time! It almost felt like that psychopath was talking to me, but he was inside Mr. Vinegar's body, as if that psychopath's soul was a part of Mr. Vinegar's. 

Stop thinking like that!! He must be playing tricks!! I shook my head.  

"Well then, I kept your dress on your bed, be ready within five minutes.", said Mr. Vinegar smiling. I smiled back nervously, not knowing what to do. He started walking out of the room when suddenly he stopped and turned around with a smirk. 

"You want to know a secret? I'll tell you. But you MUST NOT leak this to anyone to any of the members who will be present in the tea party. My boss has Dissociative identity disorder, that means two different people stay trapped in one body. This personality of innocence and purity is the one my boss keep his identity safe. I am only his humble servant, taking orders and then disappearing." and with this information he left.

I stood there completely blank for a minute and then looked at the dress on the bed. A green Caroline is what he kept there, with a deep blue corset and milky white Victorian undergarments. I tried to intake everything what he just said right now. DID??? I have heard of it, but this is the first I am 'staying' with a person who has this disorder.  I sat down beside the dress and buried my face in my palms.

This... Is going to be tough. 

I quickly change into the dress and brush my hair with my fingers.

I headed out the door when suddenly-

"Oh! You're here!!", said Mr. Vinegar. He was waiting for me, leaning against the wall to the entrance of my "room". I jumped and it felt like my heart skipped a beat

"Oh! Oh ho ho ho! Did I scare you?", he asked laughing a bit. I stood there embarrassed as he continued laughing. He stopped after sometime and looked me with lusty eyes. He put a hand on my cheek and-

PULLED IT REAL HARD!!  

"Awwwww, you looks so cuteeeeeee in this dress, Aliceeeee", he said while pouting.

"T-Thank you, Mr. Vinegar. Can you please leave me now?!", I said, trying to leave his grip, which only made him grip onto tighter.

"Okie dokie, whatever you say", he said and left my cheek, leaving a red mark along with it.

He then grabbed my hand and pulled me while he ran like a crazy madman, with uncontrollable laughter and crazy eyes.

"Let's go!! The party is about to start!!", He said, like a 5 year old, going to a tea party with its friends at evening. I tried to keep up the pace but sometimes I tripped. 

Finally the both of us reached the room where the "party" was being held.

He entered the room, gently pulling onto me, signally me to go into the room. I slowly walked in, with my carolet elegantly tailing behind me. 

"Everyone say hello to Y/N", he said, as he pulled me to the front of the table. 

In front of me was of a long dining table where several stuffed plushies were placed on the seats. There were some boys and men, dressed up in various costumes among the plushies. 

"Hi...", came in a weak and collective response from the several of the plush toys. I moved my eyes to find the people but they perfectly camouflaged with the stuffies.

I was really uncomfortable at that particular moment. Either there were really people in this house who would dress up like plushies and attend every tea party or it was my mind who was playing tricks on me. 

"Y/N! You should get to know all of my friends! Cause your my friend too. Let me introduce them one by one.", moving towards them as he pointed out each one of them.

His innocent smile made the whole situation eerie and also very uncomfortable. He first pointed out to a plushie. 

"This is Narancia. He loves oranges!", he said smiling and Narancia looked at me, pale face and weakly smiled and waved. 

"This is Bruno. I'm so sorry, but he can't speak cause he's disabled. He has been like this from his birth.", he said pointing out to a corpse with a big hole in the abdominal region. Blood was still dripping from the corner of the corpse's mouth and the stench of rotting meat filled the room. I covered my mouth and somehow prevented myself from throwing up.

"This is Fugo! Pannacotta is his first name! And guess what! Pannacotta is his favourite too! Haha!!", he said, while the rage trembling man looked at me with rage filled eyes and waved somehow in an awkward way.  

"Moving on this is Melone. And he is just like a dog, even though he is a cat. He is my favourite friend.", he said as he patted Melone on his head. Melone looked up to me and did a small "nya~" and softly sighed. The psychopath scratched the false cat ears and Melone acted like he liked it. 

"This is Guido! Yesterday he tried to kill himslef because he came to know that he has four limbs. He has a phobia from the number 4.", he said and Guido stared breathing heavily, his eyes were filled fear as if he heard something really horrific. Guido, what it seems like, was forcefully made to wear the hat with the number 4 on it. 

"This is Ghaccio. He is a bit of a madman and gets really pissed off when a spelling has an error in it.", He said while the blue curled haired man looked at me and nodded his head. 

The psychopath smiled and laughed in a creepy way and then, by doing a little dance, he said to the blue, curled hair man.

"Hey! Ghaccio! Yesterday I was reading "Death in Venice". Isn't that book so good?! Ahahaha!!!", said the psychopath cheerfully. 

Next, Ghaccio's eyes looked like he was going to lose it any time if this continues for long. Ghaccio sat there, trembling with anger but soon calmed himself down. 

The psychopath introduced me to almost everyone and then offered me a chair. I sat down, feeling uneasy with the urge to leave this place soon.

"So shall we start the party?", he said cheerfully, but then, his smile faded.

TU-RURURURURU!!!! 

I looked at him in horror while he stood up and started to search for something. His eyes were crazy when he made the sound of the phone ringing! The feeling of cringiness and the urge to blend into the lushies made it a lot more worse for me to stay here. 

TU-RURURURURURU!!!!!!

"Goddamit!! Where is the phone??!!!", he said in frustration. He then looked towards an old cupboard, whose shelves were filled with cobwebs and the glass covering is broken. He broke the already broken glass layer and took out a small, broken, white cup.

"BEEP! Hello? This is Doppio..... Ah! Boss!.... Yes! I'll be right there!", he said and then he 'cut' the line and the kept cup back to its place.

"Sorry ladies and gentlemen. It seems like, I have an urgent meeting with my boss. I will have to attend it at all costs. Please proceed with the tea party without me. We surely will have another party where the whole family will be present. Hm?", with that, he left the room

I left a huge sigh and sank down to the chair. I looked at each and every one of them carefully. The left side of the table consisted of the people who had to dress up like plushies. The right side of the table and from where I was seated, were present a row of non-living plushies. Ghaccio and Melone were the only ones who had a chain collar whose which were attached to the ceiling. Narancia and Fugo were almost at the edge of crying and beside to them and opposite to me, was seated the corpse of Bruno.  

"Fugo...", cried out Narancia 

"We have nothing to do Narancia!", he said angrily. 

"So. You're Y/N isn't it? Y/N De Luca. Your father was a black smith and you had lost you mother at the fresh age of 5. You wanted to be a doctor since a very young age but as time passed by you're interest in music grew and grew until, at the age of 17 you decided to switch your dream to become a world famous musician. Am I right?", said Guido.

"How do you know all that?", I asked.

"Well, he just quoted out boss that's all. He said that you're the most unique piece in his collection of dolls.", said Fugo.

"Listen to me, you little worm. We are bad guys okay? But since, you don't suit here, we'll agree to tell you a way out.", said Ghaccio.

The fact that he called me a little worm pissed me off, but now wasn't the time to fight. 

"Our Master decides, with whom he'll play every day. We all are his dolls. And his favourite game is Hide and Seek. Every year, he holds 30 people as captive, out of which only 1 person can get out of here. The one who defeats him in the game of Hide and Seek will be set free. If his dolls fail right the moment of victory, he would put him up in his collections, like us.", he continued, while the others became pale.

I listened carefully. 

Narancia looked at the open door to check if he was coming or not. 

"Now, Y/N! The only way out is the front door. Although its always locked, there is a silver key inside. That key is located in his room. If you are able to find it, you're lucky then. If you gain his trust even after losing the game, he will bring you to his room. But do not make him suspicious. We all have experienced our own mistakes. He's even more cruel than you can even imagine.", he said quickly and quietly.

"But how do I get the key? Where in his room is the key located??" I asked.

"Maybe, in his drawer. But supposedly, he hides it away in his closet. 

I only nodded. This is going to be tough. I was never good at Hide and Seek from my childhood. And with him, its going to be level expert. I looked down at the empty tea cup, never looking up. 

"Good luck Y/N.", said Guido. I looked up to see him smiling weakly. "We all hope you survive". That was enough to give me confidence, but not much. I still needed to think of a way to win this in any cost. 

"But the problem is... I'm not good at this game. I'm a pray who can be easily found.", I said weakly. 

"Hey. Don't lose hope okay? It's gonna be alright! There are plenty of places to hide. I'm sure you'll find a pretty good spot to hide!", Narancia said, his eyes gleaming a little. 

Then came the sound of footsteps with the entry of the psychopath, who came back, happy and cheerful. 

"My my! What a pleasure! You all didn't start the party without me!!", he said gleefully. He took hold of the shiny white tea pot and then pouring tea up to the brim for everyone around the table, before taking a seat. He noisily sipped his tea and hummed a song.

"The weather is really nice today, don't you think? Boss was also in a really cheerful mood!", he said. "It's gonna be so much fun today! Another game of hide and seek! Jolly that I don't even win all the time.", he pouted a bit.

"Um... D-Doppio. I had a question!", I said, trembling. 

"Oh sure my dear Alice! It's good to have questions when you have your dear freinds around to answer them for you!", he said smiling me sweetly.

"Why is Melone and Ghaccio attached with chains to the ceiling?", I asked, with the feeling that two pairs of eyes are glaring at me right now. 

"Oh! Alice! Sharp eyes I must say!! Ha Ha! Well, my cat always tries to escape and is really energetic. The same is for Ghaccio. So I bought them a collar! Cute, isn't it?"

There was an awkward silence, but the psychopath just calmly sipped his tea. He doesn't even seem bothered about it. 

"Isn't it Y/N's turn to play with Master?", asked Fugo, finally breaking the awkward silence. The psychopath nodded and Fugo slowly sank back and sighed, without the psycho noticing it. 

"But don't worry Fugo! I'll play with you some other time okay?", the psycho said and Fugo immediately tensed up. 

Play?? What does he mean? The cliffhanging just made it even more worse and made me even more anxious. I was unconsciously breathing heavily and it almost felt like everybody in the room can listen to my heartbeat.

I looked through the window and saw that the sun had risen, but thanks to the grey clouds, it didn't feel like it was morning!

He looked at me and smiled sweetly. 

"Do you want to play a game of Hide and Seek?", he said, widening his eyes a bit and making them look sparkly. 

"S-Sure! Why not. I-I'm just not good enough in that game, so- haha", I laughed awkwardly at the end.

"Perfect.", he said it with a low satanic and playful tone, his eyes hungry like never before. The once sweet innocent child, turned into a satanic demon in no time. 

He stood up, untied the leash off Ghaccio and Melone and signalled all of us to follow him. He led us through a long corridor which was captured by creepers and the walls had huge cracks in them. 

"Good luck, Y/N. Hope you survive", Narancia suddenly came up to me and hispered.

I turned back and smiled. He returned the same smile with genuine, sad eyes. 

"Now, expect Y/N, all of you back up. She'll go with the boss. Y/N dear, wait here, I'll go get the boss.", said Doppio and left.

I stood there, shaking from top to bottom. I looked at them and Guido was trying to talk to me but I wasn't in the mood. 

"E V E R Y  T H I N G   W I L L   B E   A L R I G H T, O K A Y?!", he said lip-syncing. I smiled back. And with that, all of them turned their backs on me and left. 

 I stood there with absolutely no one, waiting for someone to come. I didn't know what time it was. The darkness, the loneliness, my emotions - everything was a mess now. I didn't know how i felt, I didn't know what i would do. Nothing.

"Well, well, well, Isn't it my Y/N", said a voice. 

I turned to meet the same green devilish eyes on the moonlit night in the old shop. I steeped back with horror, knowing my time was almost to an end. Every time, I stepped back, hetook a step ahead, until, I hit my back against the wall. He rested his arms on the both sides of my head, trapping me in. His green eyes, looking into my soul, he smirked while caressing my face with his gloved enveloped fingers.

He got hold of my neck tightly making it hard for me to breathe. 

"P-Please le-t go", I sobbed. 

He chuckled, scanned me from top to bottom. He then slowly went down and gently pressed his lips against my neck. My fist clenched themselves automatically when his other hand roamed about my body.

Please... Please.... Let me go! I cried in my mind, tears trickling down my cheeks. He noticed that and stood up straight and wiped off my tears. The feeling of is lips on my neck never left, as I went on sobbing, being a literal crybaby, in the hope he would let me go, but that didn't seem to bother him.

   "Y/N...", he said softly.

"My Y/N"

"Why are you crying my child? Its only me and you, right?", he said tracing my jawline. I stood there, eyes tightly shut. 

"Will you not go with me? To the playroom? Where only the both of us will play?", he asked, voice as smooth as silk.

I slowly opened my eyes. I knew I had to obey him, or lese the consequences would be severe. I slowly nodded and the creepy grin appeared on his face again.

"Perfect!"

He led through a couple of ascending stairs and brought me to the  third floor. He then led me to a lock room. He opened it and introduced to the utter spookiness of it. From the looks of it, the room looked like it was a playroom for children once upon a time. Dolls and big building blocks, lay scattered on the floor, dust and cobwebs all over it. The faces of the portraits had been scribbled with red colour and the old wallpapers came apart from the corners and there were big scratch marks on the wallpapers. Broken toys scattered on the floor and the drawers were somehow supported with bricks as stands, broken and with rotten wood, the whole surface covered with cobwebs.

 "Welcome Y/N, welcome", he said, closing the door behind him. "Welcome to Wonderland, where I am Mad Hatter..."

"My dear Y/N", He grabbed my hand and glared right into my eyes. 

He then pulled mw closer to him. He then leaned down, his hot breath slightly tingling on my right ear. 

"I heard the small talk between all of you.", he said, as he slid his arms around my waist, closing the space between us. 

I immediately stiffened, my heart beating faster than ever.

"Want to escape huh? Well, then. I'll give you a chance.", he smirked.

"Let's have a game of Hide and Seek. Level easy. You will get the whole house to hide. The game will be setup for 3 hours. If you manage to stay hidden for 3 hours straight, I'll let you go home and won't chase you. But, if I find you, I'll make sure you stay with me forever.", he said, his devilish smile appearing in no time. 

He turned around to face the wall, and I took it as an opportunity to tip toe quietly to the door.

"You have 15 seconds to hide..... I'll start the count, 1...... 2....... 3......", he said, covering his eyes.

Before I knew it, I ran out of the room, after shutting the door and closing it with a heavy drawer. I found a rusted knife lying on the floor. I dashed up and down the stairs, took numerous of turns. It was starting to hurt my head, being completely lost in this maze, only looking for a room to hide in. 

15 seconds....

15 seconds huh? I don't have enough time left. I immediately had to find his room, the silver key ad the front door. My heart was beating real hard against my ribs from the running. I made up my mind, I would barge into a room into whenever I get the urge to. I ran and ran and ran, for how long I didn't know. I burst through the doorway and entered a really good looking room with silk red curtains and rosy red silk  bedsheets, probably the most decent room in this house. I knew that this room was his. Wasting no time, I searched for the keys in the closet, as Narancia mentioned. I searched every pocket, every drawer of the closet, in each shoe of his, but couldn't find anything. I then searched the drawer of this side table, under the pillows, under the mattress, under the carpet, but all in vain.  

Loud, lazy footsteps were heard. I immediately hid behind the door, grabbing a vase and trying not to breathe heavy. 

This should knock him him down for good! I thought to myself, as the jelly feeling of my hands and legs wouldn't leave.

The door opened quite harshly and quickly, as if his movements than the sounds he made. I could feel his presence, his dark aura trying to find, while I stood there, hiding away from the devil himself. It felt like as if his dark aura was an invisible monster who was grabbed onto my neck tightly, choking me and making it hard for me to breathe. 

Before he could even enter further, I hit the vase on the back of his head.  The vase broke into several pieces,causing the psycho to fall to the ground. 

He whimpered in pain but hen he chuckled in the creepiest way and then roared with laughter. 

"You...", he started. "I'M DONE PLAYING THESE BORING GAMES WITH YOU, Y/N!! I WILL  FIND YOU AND YOU WILL REGRET IT!!", he said, before becoming unconscious, his blood pooling around him slowly. 

I stood there for a while, waiting for him to take action.  I gripped the knife tightly in my hand and moved around him.

Is he really unconscious? He doesn't seem to be acting.

Convinced that he was really knocked out for good, I turned around to leave the room when I heard the same creepy laughter. My blood ran when I turned around to see that he was chuckling as he then stood up slowly, blood dripping from the back of his head, he slowly turned to me, his eyes saying that he was about to lose it anytime.

"But remember this Y/N, even if you gain my trust by losing, you are not far from the end. Your time will come to an end.", he said as he slowly tuned to face me, as I stood at the entrance of the door, shaking and not being able to breathe. "LORD SATAN CAN USE THE RULES AS HIS DILDO!! I WILL FUCKING END YOU RIGHT NOW YOU MONKEY FUCKER!! ", he pounced on me.

Before he could do anything, I just ran from there, the knife still in my possession. This became more messed up than I expected it to be. I should have hid in a good spot, instead of doing this shit. Loud, heavy footsteps were heard behind me, but I didn't look back. I kept running, not noticing that the sound had ceased. 

And once again I was completely lost in this maze, knowing where I am going. Ascending and descending stairs with numerous number of turns, I somehow found myself in a weird room.

Fancy Suehiro Maruo and Ukiyoe  paintings on the walls, kind of dusty and dingy even though the room was really big. I wanted to hide under the bed and stay tight but the space under the bed was really small. Finding no other option, I hid in the closet, behind the clothes tack, making sure that nothing looked suspicious, covering my nose and mouth making myself as quite as possible. And I waited there, for eternity what it seemed. 

I was about to doze off when a quite voice came through the quite corridor, a mumbling melody. 

One and TwoI'm coming for youThree and fourI hear you through the doorsFive and sixYou fall for my tricksSeven and eightThe one I'll dominateNine and TenThis fucking game needs to endEleven and TwelveThe key was not on the shelfThirteen and FourteenI tried to make you my queenAnd last is Fifteen, the funny fellowY/N I will fucking out throw

With that, the closet door opened, completely exposing me to him and his devilish self. Tears started to pour down my eyes as I met his. I tried to escape, but I tripped on the cold hard ground. He held my head down to the ground with his foot and he laughed creepily.

"Too bad, this pretty flower is going to be dead within seconds.", with that he bend down and pulled me up with my hair.

He pulled my face closer to his and put on of his hands around my waist, still tightly gripping onto my hair. 

"But, before you go along with the Grim, I agree to give you the best feeling for once.", he said, in a hoarse, low-pitched voice. With that, he pulled me even closer and then he buried his nose in the crook of my neck. My hands automatically grabbed his shoulder. 

"What a soft doll I had...", he exclaimed, which made me gave tingles.

He then looked up to meet my sad and begging eyes, but he didn't even seem to give a single shit about it. He suddenly but gently smashed his lips on mine, revealing the hidden addiction and lust about  it. His tight grip on my hair had ceased to be painful, rather it felt rather pleasing. His arm which was around my waist now was on my cheek, gently  caressing my tear fed cheek. 

But nothing in this world lasts forever. The kiss didn't last for long, but soon I felt a sharp pain in my neck with the taste of blood when he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, making it a bittersweet kiss, his 

I grabbed his shoulders tightly, as he left my mouth with my blood on his lips, licking it with full delight, as if it were some 5 star hotel serving. My body was draining its energy and my knees were feeling weak, when he dipped me 

His last kiss drained my energy....... I thougth.

Now, simply dieing in his hands, I tried to mumble something to him.

"Shhhh.... Shush baby girl, don't waste your energy like this, because your game is already over.", he said, placing his slim fingers over my lips to shush me. 

"game over baby girl....", were the last words before I held hands with the Angel of Death....

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Tʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ 3 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

Aɴʏᴡᴀʏs, I ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ✨✨

This is probably the longest story I have ever written but I'm proud of it :D