It starts|| ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

"How are you so cocky when you're about to fucking die?"

The killer glared at the person in front of him, a blank expression on their face

"I'm not being cocky, I just don't fear death"

They shrugged, their tone serious and gaze never wavering

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Y/N L/N isn't what most people would consider "average"

They weren't popular. They had one friend. And they were "sick"

They had a great family and they weren't abused or anything

They were just born with a different mindset from everyone else

They didn't care for life, nor the experiences it brought, they didn't take joy in things normal people did

So how would they react when death came knocking?

∆Gender neutral story∆

∆Contains sensitive topics∆