Profiling
Ben asks “how do you know my name?” I say “you kill people after driving them insane! People catch on! I might be y/a, but word gets around and fast!” I pause for a second then hold my hand out and say “y'n...my name is y/n!”he looks at me skeptically then asks “why are you being nice to me? I tried to kill you!” I put my hand down as I say “actually you were planning on killing me! You didn’t attempt to kill me yet!” he says “well since you know I exist...I have to kill you!” I put the knife back up to his throat and say “I'm afraid I can’t let you do that!” he grins and says “too late!”
“oh OH I forgot you’re already dead! Don’t make me get the sage!~” I taunt him with the last part and his eyes widen in shock as he asks “you have sage?” I grin and nod my head as I tauntingly say “and holy water!~” I take the knife and toss it on my bed! I smile and say “kill me!” he asks “how can you say that with a smile on your face?”
I smile and say “I wanted to be a criminal profiler when I grow up!” Ben looks at me confused and I say “take a seat.” I gesture towards the bed and ask “do you want anything? Like a drink? Maybe a snack?” he thinks for a second then says “nah!”
I sit down next to him and say “a criminal profiler or a behavioral analysis investigator is a person who can read a lot about a person with little to no information! Putting it lightly! That’s not even my full profile on you even though I didn’t even think you existed until now!” His face hardens into a stern look as he says “you have even more of a profile?” I quickly nod my head and ask “why? You wanna hear it?”
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