Hello~ (Butcher Wally x Reader)

Chapter 4

"I have been taught the art of butchering ever since I was little, I always liked it. I don't know if it was genetics, or just how I was raised, but I found a pleasure in it."

You wait for him to continue patiently, wondering slightly where it's going to go.

He looks up from the ground and back at you.

"Well, I started butchering animals of all kinds at a very young age..."

Wally pauses to think about what he should tell you next, his hands shifting slightly making a slight metal scraping noise while he does so.

"I had this thing, this... obsession, it was like I never had enough. I would start with animals, and then, well... You can probably guess what happened next."

You cross your legs, a bit unsettled but don't show it on my face. You must stay professional at all costs.

Wally seems to somehow take notice to your uneasiness, but he was also way too fixated on the conversation to stop now, and he also kinda liked it to see your unease.

"At some point of my life, around my teenagehood, I got this... feeling, this craving... I wanted more." His voice is slow and deliberate.

"Do you know what the next step was?"

"I'm going to guess you went after people, am I correct?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, my unease growing.

His smile returns as he nods his head.

"Yes, that's completely correct. It came to a point where I couldn't contain it anymore. I just had this hunger inside me, and I needed a way to fulfill it." He says, looking at the wall behind me, as if remembering a good meal.

"But why did you take this 'hunger' out on 'humans' or should I say other people?" You ask.

He seems to become a little serious at your question, and he pauses for some seconds before answering.

"I wanted something more, animals just wouldn't cut it for me anymore, what I enjoyed the most was the thrill of the chase. Animals are quite easy to hunt, while humans are... trickier."  His eyes move a little around you, he seems to be analyzing your every movement, or maybe it's just you, but you can't help but feel vulnerable when he looks at you.

"When did this start, may I ask?" You say still trying to keep a very straight face and not show any weakness.

Wally's attention focuses on your question, it seems you have his full focus for now.

"I was... sixteen when it began." His voice gets a little bit more firm, and a little bit more cold.

"I started with animals because, well, I had no choice, but, at some point, and with... trial and error, I found a way to lure humans... That's when I could finally quench this thirst."

"So you've been doing this for-" You try to do a bit of math in your head, and after much difficulty you figure it out. "You've been doing this for 7-8 years?"

He looks at you for a moment, his eyes focusing on you once again.

"Yes, that's correct." He says with a slight, cold smile. "For seven years now I've been... taking pleasure in satisfying this thirst..."

As he speaks he licks his sharp teeth as if he was hungry.

You internally gulp.

"Did this thirst for 'murder' may I call it ever stop? Or did it not stop?" You then ask.

Wally looks back at you for a moment. His stare is cold, but his expression is calm, you can see how he is weighing his next words carefully. He seems to be calculating the best way to answer your question.