Hello~ (Butcher Wally x Reader)

Chapter 6

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No."

"So you're an only child?"

"Yes, and how about you dear?~ Do you have any siblings?~" He suddenly directs it at you, changing the subject. Your mood darkened.

This has been happening more often. He's smart and knows the exact or good moments to change a subject or divert it to me or somewhere else.

He was good at it, you had to give him that...

You hesitated to answer.

He notices this.

"I did have a brother..."

"What do you mean by had/have a brother?~ Did something happen?"

Your eyes narrow, "I'm not answering any more questions- Also this isn't even my therapy session. It's yours."

Wally simply shrugs, a smile on his face seeing that he struck a nerve.

"I'm just trying to learn more about you that's all~"

"Well, stop doing that. All I am is your therapist, that's more than you need to know."

The patient seems to ponder. His chains clanking slightly.

You thought you almost heard him say, 'We'll see about that.' But you just brush it off and continue.

"Let's get back on topic- how was your relationship with your parents?"

You take note of Wally's mood change, his energy faltering slightly.

"Do you mind telling me about them?" You press.

You notice his jaw clench.

"There isn't much to say."

"My father was trash and my mom was just trying."
(May not follow canon lore)

"Would you like to go more into what trash means for you?"

"..."

"There isn't much to say. He was an abusive alcoholic who would beat the shit out of my mom and me. Always drunk, rarely sober."

You open your mouth to speak sympathy and slight painful understanding filling you but he interrupted you before you could say anything.

"I don't want to hear your pity." He says coldly glaring.

"Ok- then can you tell me abo-"

He once again interrupts you, "Let's change the subject shall we?"

You pause, "..."

"Ok then, what would you like to talk about?"

Wally makes a pondering face, thinking. He then turns back to you with a toothy smile.

"How about... we talk about you~"

You let out a sigh rubbing your forehead.

"Wally... once again we are not talking about me. We are here to talk about you."

"Hmm.. you're no fun."

"I'm not supposed to be fun."

"Why not?~"

You give him a warning glare.

The serial killer stares right back challengingly with a smirk on his lips.

You were about to speak but then the bell that signaled the session was over went off.

You get up grabbing your things and start to leave.