Candy Psycho

A Mini Candyman x Reader

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💖🍬Chapter 1🍭💖

(A/N: This isn’t really as much of a ‘romance’ x reader as it is an 'I’d die for you bro’ esc friendship. Also the reader is NB 'cause I feel like there might not be many of these made by anyone else so…)

The streetlights flickered above the packed alleys as they wandered. Tattered event posters melting into vandalised Safety League warnings and one off tags from long abandoned crews.

By this point the scenery around them had become mundane, twisting and turning down specific points not even a police drone would think to follow. Stopping at the once barricaded entrance to the oldest Subway Entrance. Despite reeking of sewage and each step being slower than the other they continued, through more passageways.

It wasn’t the nicest way to get around, but with the aid of anything but trainers, as their first attempt taught, they were making record time. Pretending to pay at the turnstiles only to hop over them, following 'accidentally convenient’ graffiti that led to a specific station. They hopped down onto the tracks and continued, pocket light casually swinging from one hand. They paused, the sludge below seeping around their boots, looking up at a near non existent ladder that led above to the current subway.

Some part of them felt bad for this place, it was cheaper and less frustrating than the regular stations. But due to budget it had to be scrapped before it could even be drenched in the urban grime. They scraped their boots slightly against the remains of the bars as they ascended. It was bad enough they’d started this ritual, but the idea of hitting the powered out rails only made their feeble grip tense, against something not even a scrap yard would count as rusted metal.

Shoving the grate was the most daunting task, slow enough not to catch anyone’s eye, but in a perfect timing where they wouldn’t finally drop into a grave of waste and filth. Headphones pulled back, they listened… nothing. With one hand still clinging to the ladder, they pulled them down around their neck and continued. Finally, they pulled themselves up onto cold tile and made a desperate scramble for their legs to join them. Once standing in the tunnel they started dragging the grate back over, straining at points until it finally clunked into place. A loud clatter came from below as they pulled their headphones back and up over.

'Shit’, nothing that closely qualified as a ladder at home either. Shuffling and cursing themselves. They wandered into the main station. To no surprise they were the only one down there again. They wandered slightly as they looked at the times, 'Central Streets__21:50’. They stretched. Wandering, listening to music and random videos on their phone. Some nagging part of them kept insisting they had left something valuable in the depths below, they started rummaging throughout their pockets and side bag to be safe. Once satisfied, they pulled it to the side and relaxed against the icey bench.

Something about this felt wrong. Same routine as ever, get out of work at 5pm earliest, go home to refresh and get changed, go down to the subway, get on the train to the Central Streets and wait for some one to fight. Sometimes they’d take the loser or winner for food, sometimes either side would compensate with money. But something…they opened one eye lazily. They weren’t the one to notice others staring at them. They’d tried their hardest to conceal their hobby of a 'certain ball based game', with their goofy outfit looking more like casual clothing with some flare. But someone was staring right at them. Their eyes opened fully, sitting up as a cold chill went through them.

It wasn’t rare to see others following their method of creating a persona to prevent being caught, some even going to the point of creating another identity. But the person across from them was either into professional costume design or the lethal gases in the old underground finally started hitting. An…old timey Candy shoppe owner with a candy head. That was a… unique look. The cartoonish eyes on the mask where pointed everywhere but them and yet something about them felt off.

The cold breeze hit rapidly as the train finally arrived. Grinding to a halt as they got up and began to saunter over, casually shoving their hands into their pockets as they strolled on. He was gone. They contemplated sitting before deciding against it. Clinging to the pole in the middle. The slow build of the train shook their boots as they started scrolling for a good song. Only looking up briefly to realise… He was there.

Despite being on the station across, he somehow managed to wander over to the other side and board no problem. They pulled back from the pole in slight surprise, ’weird guy who got on the wrong platform?’. The only logical method was this madman somehow managed to run across two subway tracks, jumped both third rails and man handled the doors open. They hesitated, staying in the cart was either the safest option, since they hadn’t really shown any signs of hostility. Or it was the fastest method to them having their brains against the doors.

Without saying anything they started making their way to the next cart, they began to pull the door open. A loud splat hit beside it. Eyes wide they spun around to see the candy freak making a frantic dash towards them. The ball melting right through the door as they wrenched it open and started sprinting. Pulling out their bat in time to hit the ball back, they frantically whipped around to face the maniac. The ball blurred through the doors and hit hard, pushing them back into the next pole, they couldn’t even hit it properly as it rocketed around too fast.

The Madman finally burst into the cart as he continued the barrage, legs sprinting around like a damn cartoon as he hit the ball repeatedly. This didn’t feel real, legs speeding around, an endless flurry of hits with no break. No man could have such chaotic powers in a fight like this. The only thing keeping him from winning was the endless rebounds from their bat as they prayed he would get tired. Something hit them more than the ball as they paused quick enough for it to smack them in the face. There was no one else on the train, but they were headed for the Central Streets, an area most likely with more people around than the sleepy streets were they lived, an area more likely to have security and-

They picked up the pace, this was starting to turn into a frantic gamble of being executed physically or socially. Their game came to an abrupt halt as the train slowed falling back against the pole again, they clung desperately as the ball rolled off down the cart. The psycho sweet falling with it. “OH HELL NO!”, they stumbled with them and made a frantic grab for the ball before HE could start again.

Finally, they felt a surge of satisfaction washed over them as they grabbed the ball and slammed against the doors in the process. They scrambled up, leaving the crumpled man on the floor. Shoving the bat back in their bag with the ball they tried their hardest not to come off as weird as the train finally pulled in at the next stop. “Hell happened to him?” the person who stepped on looked at the man collapsed next to them. “'dunno”. More people trickled in as they got up. It felt slightly wrong leaving him there if more people were getting on, they tried making an effort to pull him up but he was FAR lighter than they expected.

They slumped him into the seat next to them as they sat back down. The train started picking momentum as they relaxed once again. They only briefly caught the image of the man’s cane rolling down the alley before he jumped up to grab it, “'scuse me!” he bumbled slightly as he wandered down after it. They stood up again, exhaling as they wandered after him and grabbed it from under a confused passerby’s foot. Pulling him off the floor, he clutched it back in his hands like a kid.

“Thanks!”, it was hard to tell if he was just perpetually smiling but it felt a bit wider than before. They plopped the goofball back in their seat and went about scrolling their phone. “Guess I owe you somethin’ then huh”, “wha?”. The eyes were unbearably goofy to look at but they managed as they stared at him. “I’m taking out for whatever you want, food, games…my treat”. “I’m good!”, this was a major take back. Their eyes widened in surprised as they stared. “y'sure?”, “yup!”. They shrugged, melting back into the seat until it finally stopped at the Centre.

“See ya 'round!”. It wasn’t the weirdest quip, but as they wandered off, headphones blaring. It felt slightly off. Did this guy actually have a job or did he seriously wander around beating people to a pulp and befriending them. Ignoring the absurdness they felt. They returned the sentiment. “yeah”. They paused slightly, “by the way I’m Y/N what’s-”. The doors closed as the train picked up pace.

“…eh, hard t'miss”.

They wandered down the station to the exit.

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🌃🏓Chapter 2🏓🌃

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