𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓝𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓫𝓸𝓻

The buzzer shrieks through the tiny security booth, dragging you from the half-asleep daze of your night shift. The monitor flickers. A figure stands outside the apartment complex, dressed in a white uniform, a metal crate of milk bottles at his feet.

You lean forward, squinting at the grainy screen.

Pale hair. Smug grin. Bright, too-bright eyes.

Milkman.

You check the list. The regular guy’s name isn’t Gojo Satoru.

Your gut tightens. You push the intercom.

“…What’s the passcode?”

The man’s grin stretches, his teeth flashing too white under the flickering streetlight.

“Ohhh, c’mon, sweetheart. You don’t recognize me?” His voice is playful, teasing. Deep. “I drop off milk every week. What, you think I’m an imposter?”

Your fingers hesitate over the button.

He does look like the guy. Mostly. But the mouth is too wide. The tilt of his head, too lazy, too…wrong.

Your stomach churns.

“I can’t let you in if you don’t have the passcode,” you say.

Silence hums over the speaker. Then, a low chuckle.

“Alright, alright. Fair enough. I’d be a shitty milkman if I didn’t know it, huh?”

He steps closer to the camera. Too close. The pixels distort, his features warping in the static.

His voice dips lower. “It’s 𝟔𝟔𝟔.”

Cold air prickles down your spine. That’s not the code.

You slam the intercom off. A warning alert blinks red—he’s still waiting. Still watching. You reach for your phone—

The monitor goes black.

Your breath catches.

Then, the sound.

The slow, wet pop of something unlocking.

You jerk your head up—

And he’s inside.

A blur of white. A hand crashing against your mouth before you can scream. The other wrenches your wrist, twisting, bending—pain shoots up your arm as you’re shoved against the desk.

A laugh purrs against your ear.

“Oops.”

His grip is crushing. Your legs thrash, but he’s already between them, forcing them apart with a knee.

“This is my favorite part,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “The realization. That little moment your brain catches up—” His fingers dig into your jaw, tilting your face to the monitor. The screen flickers.

You’re still sitting in the booth.

Alone.

A second you.

Your mouth is slightly open, a vacant stare locked on the black monitor. Unmoving. Unblinking.

“That’s not you,” he hums, feigning curiosity. “So what does that make 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”

A scream claws up your throat. He swallows it with his hand.

“Shhh, shhh,” he coos, dragging you down. Down.

“You’re just 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯.”

His belt clicks open.

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