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Yandere!Krueger Alphabet N-Z

OK, the other half of the alphabet. First half here.

Alphabet taken from dear-yandere here.

CW: Yandere and yandere behaviors that go along with that, mentions of violence, reader is trapped in their own home

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

No punishments from him unless you count having to listen to the sound of his teeth grinding and his passive-aggressive bullshit and endless snark if he’s annoyed at something you did. He would never lay a hand against you, and his lack of letting you outside or talk to others without him isn’t a punishment since it's literally just his modus operandi.

He may cut back on outside trips though, keep you closer.

“Ach, what is the matter, Schatzi? It seems like I was not giving you enough attention, don’t worry. You have my attention now.”

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Anything to do with being around other people.

He covers his ass to make sure he won’t end up with you rattling off about him to the police. Takes away any means of contacting the outside world and pretends to be you when texting your family and friends (may call them if you're the sort where it would be suspicious for them to not see you). Inserts himself as your boyfriend to anyone in your life who gets nosey. Doesn’t like you to talk to other people, he wants you to be dependent on him for social interaction in the hopes you’ll grow closer to him and eventually grow to like him since you’ll have no other choice.

Keeps you inside all the time and watches you closely. Besides that he’ll let you do what you want. Assuming you eventually gain his trust enough for him to let you out and about he’d be fine with anything.

“I want a piercing...”

“Mhm.”

“-- and a tattoo.”

“Oh, what of Schatzi?”

Not a control freak about your own choices. Besides you being around him.

He’ll break out his card for anything you want even if he finds it stupid or to be a bad choice. He knows he kind of… made you quit your job and snuffed out any chance for you to make an income so he is at least “reasonable” enough to pay for you assuming he has the money.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He is patient in an impatient way. He’ll wait but he does so begrudgingly. He’s the sort of guy to go, “Oh no, take your time,” then stare at his watch with a pissed off expression.

He’ll wait as long as you need for you to come around though, he will try to pressure you, just nothing overt and no forcing of affection or feelings– he does want something real.

Would get incredibly annoyed if you didn’t come around though because he does not want to babysit you forever. He may get more forceful if you refused to come around, may eventually reach a breaking point because he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him and make it so fucking difficult for him. He knows he fucked up but goddamnit, get over it!

He’d be patient but everyone has a limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He’d be more hurt than he’d like to admit.

If you escape you better bet he is hunting you down, he is not going to have you snitch on him and he is not going back now that he’s done so much and gotten himself in way too deep.

If you really, truly got away and all of his effort to find you went to naught he’d pray that you never went to the police. He’s no stranger to being on the run, but God it’s a pain to lay low.

If you died it would crush him. He’d retract a bit more from the world and grow jaded, but he would eventually get over it, though it would leave a scar on him. I think he could eventually find someone else though, he may take things a bit slower too and not just break into their home and decide to live there and force them to be around him, he wouldn’t be completely normal of course, but he would try to be smarter about it, more subtle.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn’t regret forcing himself into your life but he does feel frustration towards himself for going to such extremes so quickly. He’s always been a bit impulsive and he quickly realized he made a mistake and made it so you and him could never have a completely normal relationship in which he could let down all his guards and trust you completely or else you may run. If he was honest with himself and sat and thought on it long enough he’d realize he does feel guilty, but he doesn’t want to confront those feelings.

Wouldn’t let you go but he’d probably grow slowly more comfortable with you and let you go out. Never on your own though, he’d be pissed if you left the house without him and would shorten your leash, he expects you to stay home unless it's a legitimate emergency or at least inform him of where you're going.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He’s never loved someone before or experienced true and good love. He doesn’t know how to go about relationships and courting and he doesn’t want to wait either. He just committed to a shitty idea he has and can’t go back anymore. Honestly, if he was a touch less impulsive and you didn’t reject him, he would be less of a yandere and more just overly possessive. He has troubles truly letting himself love and emotional intelligence is not his strong suit, he doesn’t even fully understand his own actions he just does what he feels like and pays for it later as he tries to make it work. He can’t say why he always wants to be around you or why he thought forcing himself to be your surprise roommate is a good idea, but it’s what he did.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just like in fighting, he is annoyed, would likely say something like, “Just stop, ja? There’s no need. This isn’t doing anything for you. You’re not going to get your way just because you give me your… Krokodilstränen, and stomp on the floor…”

Isolating themselves is a different story. He knows and sympathizes with you isolating yourself and would give you some space but likely not enough. He wouldn’t push it though and would shut up if his mocking or snarking actually got to you and just made you do notably worse. He’s a dick but he doesn’t want you to hate him any more than you do.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He is remarkably casual. Not calm necessarily, just casual. Not as forceful about affection or you returning his feelings. Honestly if you never did he may just eventually peter out a bit and become willing to only love you platonically or even just grow to stop being possessive over you– though that opens a different can of worms since he does NOT want to go to prison. He’s smart enough to not kill you but he would definitely consider it in the situation he just gets tired of trying to make it work. Would threaten into silence and keep tabs on you from a distance forever.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You can’t. His own complacency but he keeps tabs on you even when you feel comfortable. Honestly if you thought you could actually get away that's more you being complacent.

If you truly won his trust and he thought you loved him, then you ran, you’d find him seething outside of your motel room absolutely boiling over. If you broke his trust you won’t get it back, ever. You don’t even have a leash now, you're just welded to the radiator forever. Congrats.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I mean– forcing your way into someone's home, being willing to restrain them if need be, and being willing to drag them back, is inherently violent or at least aggressive– yes. However, he would never hit you, hell, he’d never yell at you. He’s the type to go, “I’m not mad I’m disappointed,” while looking like he may actually explode from anger. He wouldn’t hurt you like that, he considers himself above it, but he would do things that are inherently wrong and just tell himself it’s alright because it’s not him trying to cause lasting physical harm.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

No. He would never worship you, or anyone else for that matter. He again considers himself above it and doesn’t like the idea of worshiping things anyways.

He wouldn’t go to many lengths, though he would grow desperate with time and may do what you ask to “prove” himself if he felt it would genuinely win you over. He’d grumble and get on his knees and awkwardly beg if you really, really wanted him to prove himself. He’d be pissed and embarrassed though and would hold it against you even if he doesn’t say it.

He doesn't want to "win you over" he wants you to give yourswlf to him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long at all. He's a straight-forward guy. He feels genuine, non-lust attraction to someone for the first time and he shoots his shot. If his shot gets denied he decides to go to more extreme measures.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, and he wouldn’t want to. That’d destroy him actually and would actively make him feel terrible. He’d have a hard time getting over it, that would hurt him more than anything else that could happen between you two– he could not delude himself into thinking it was alright, but technically he got what he wanted and that’s what he wanted right? No. No, it’d eat away at him, it would hurt him to see you lose your fight, he was always so annoyed but he never realized how much worse your numb submission would be. He would grow disgusted with himself and by extension you. He’d probably leave too disgusted by your touch and loving words with nothing behind them, and leave you destroyed.

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Yandere!Krueger Alphabet, A-M

Still trying to fully characterize this dude T-T I am trying my best to do it while still keeping it interesting and consistent. I'll probably finish the rest of this tomorrow. Currently working on a longer fanfic about König, but I gotta keep representing my other favorite Austrian.

Alphabet taken from dear-yandere here.

CW: Yandere and yandere behaviors that go along with that, mentions of violence, reader is trapped in their own home

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Krueger has a hard time showing love and affection, preferring to simply hover around instead of actively touching and holding. You won’t often catch him intertwining his fingers with yours or kissing you softly as he wraps his arms arounds you, but you will catch him simply lurking nearby.

You’ll often turn and find yourself smacking into Krueger as he chuckles about how you should watch where you’re going. He always is so tantalizingly close and is content with just being in your presence.

Some nights though, when he first decided to move himself in he would come into your bedroom and simply lay next to you for many long moments just taking in the atmosphere and listening to you breathe.

He never forces affection onto you, admittedly you’d have to be the first to be affectionate even if he offers you’d have to go to him instead of him forcing you to participate.

He would never grow to be suffocatingly affectionate like someone like König (or just be suffocating from the get go like Soap) but he will eventually casually throw an arm around you or gently touch your arm as you sit together. He always likes to have a way out or to play it– he’s just bad at expressing himself and the love he feels for you as he wants to convince himself he’d be fine without you or your affection, caring too much doesn’t fit the idea he has of himself of being unaffected by the world and the opinions of others.

The closest you’ll get to spooning is falling asleep on his shoulder or having both of you fall asleep on the couch: you slumped against the arm rest and Krueger slumped onto you. In bed (once you're worn down enough to let him sleep in your bed instead of on the couch) you’ll go to bed in separate areas but wake up to find him laid on top of you more often than not.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

I honestly don’t see any of the cast I have ideas of in my head as willing to actually brutalize a person. They’re trained soldiers, yes, but they aren’t mindless killers. Now who would get mad or disappointed at you and who would get angry at the other person is a seperate story, but I see most of them as methodical.

Krueger may fantasize about hurting someone for trying to get with you or flirt with you, but he’d probably just grind his teeth to the bone knowing his shakey history with the law makes him not want to deal with a possible assault charge. He’d probably be snarky towards the other person and remove you from the situation.

Now if someone actually hurt you in some way, Krueger would be willing to get his hands dirty as long as he thought there wouldn’t be any retribution against him for his actions.

You may be worth having to flee from murder charges a third time.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He’s exceedingly casual and acts like it’s no big deal. He treats you like a roommate. It’s a bit strange since he never truly abducted you, you’re just a prisoner in your own house which… isn’t much better. He does definitely mock a fair bit making dry comments when you act out or try to escape from your own house but that's just his frustration bleeding through.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Besides keeping you tied to him and not letting you go, no, not really. He thinks that now you’re stuck with him, you’ll come around to him eventually he just has to wait. Krueger is impatiently patient and will grow more snarky as you refuse to love him– honestly the man is just a walking contradiction. He wants to seem calm, cool, and collected, but he really isn’t.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

There will always be a degree of separation between you and Krueger, even when you think you get to his center (which would take years upon years of building trust) he just cannot be completely vulnerable. He is simply incapable of it. He is always on some level of detachment.

Now you are an incredible soft spot for him, and while he cares deeply for you he has a hard time being unabashedly in love with you and sharing care towards you. He tries his best but he’s not used to it. He tries to show he cares through quality times and complimenting your achievements rather than your appearance or anything else that is superficial.

“Ach, why would I call you beautiful. Yes, you are, but that does not matter and I don’t need to constantly bring it up.”

He is agonizingly pragmatic and sees no reason to keep bringing something up over and over again to you, so “I love you”s are few, far, and in between.

Sometimes though when thinks you're sleeping he opens a bit more and becomes vulnerable. Apologizing for what he’s done and who he is and wishing that you would love him that you could love him– he isn’t sure you can after what he’s done, but it's like a prayer to you almost, just him wishing and talking and taking a moment to let out what he bottles up to an audience he thinks isn’t listening.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He’d be annoyed but he understands. Would just seperate himself from them and if need be– restrain them so they could hurt him or themselves. He would be snarky:

“Beruhige dich… throwing a tantrum will get you nowhere.” (Beruhige dich = Calm down)

Would wait for you to tire yourself out before approaching you again. If he had to restrain you he’d be apologetic, but blaming you for, “– what you made [him] do.”

Definitely belittles you a bit for not being willing to be more “mature.” He is definitely projecting though and is trying to, in a way, blame you for this to ignore his own negative feelings towards himself for his lack of self-control and foresight leading him into a situation where he is once again on the wrong side of the law– this time hurting someone he loves too, as much as he can lie to himself, it’s harder to do when the person he hurt can look him in the face and call him anything under the sun.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not a game. He tries to pretend he doesn’t care but it is not a game. He’s smug when you try and end up not even being able to get a door open but if you actually succeeded he’d be terrified and would have a hard time hiding it.

He is terrified you will go to the police and even when he’s smug there's a slight edge of fear to his voice.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst experience you could have would just be his general bad attitude he can often fall into, he can definitely be a dickhead who has a short fuse.

He also may lose it at you if you push his buttons or intentionally make him upset, especially if he was getting more vulnerable. Prepare to get harangued for a few hours about what a terrible person you are.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He isn’t sure. Krueger has never planned far for the future, he takes things as they come which is how he’s gotten into every mess he’s ever been in.

He’s content to feel things out, he doesn’t need grand plans, he just needs you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes. Krueger gets jealous. Very jealous. His smile won’t reach his eyes and his lips will try to continuously quirk down into a frown.

He will just go catatonic for a while after he’s removed himself and/or you from the situation and he will just steep in his rage. Don’t bother him, he’s a dickhead and can say incredibly hurtful things when he wants to. Just let him stew– he’ll get over it… eventually.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Casual. He is casual. Not much to say that hasn’t been said or won't be said.

He is a bit softer though.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just asks the moment he decides he wants you to be his. Cocky bastard. Seems unaffected by approval and rejection… he is not unaffected though, trust me on that.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He is rather fake around people doesn’t know well, but deep inside he’s snarky and deeply reserved. Below that, he’s hurt and horrible at just being honest in earnest without snark or irony or going to extremes.

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Comfort (Yandere!Krueger x Reader Short)

Krueger offers you some comfort as you have some adjustment difficulties to your new living situation.

I will singlehandedly flood the Yandere!Krueger tag.

I hc that Krueger would simply move himself into your house because there is no way this guy owns a house, he is a wanted fugitive x2. He probably just lives in a barracks or something provided for him by Chimera. Well, now he lives with you I guess! In this scenario reader doesn't have a roommate or anything and lives alone, most unrealistic part tbh.

CW: Yandere and yandere shenanigans, Krueger moved himself into your home without your consent

Word Count: 467

“Would you like a hug?”

Krueger leans against the door frame leading into your room. He looks comfortable. You can’t get over how casual he is about the whole situation. He acts like he wasn’t a home invader strutting around like he owns the place— though, in a way, he does since he took over all the expenses related to your home when he decided he… lived with you now.

You stare at him, then at the wall not even bothering to respond.

He wouldn’t force you to hug him, you know that much. 

It’s comical, almost. 

He forced his way into your house, but he claims to respect your boundaries since he won’t force you to do anything– besides force you to live with him, cloistered in your home. The familiarity of your surroundings just adds to your distress. The walls of your home were meant to keep you safe, the door meant to keep out the dangers of the world. Now they only keep you trapped.

It’s shocking how quickly a place that was supposed to be a refuge can become a prison when a warden decides to move in.

“You can’t stay mad forever.” Krueger sighs as he crosses the threshold to your room, crossing yet another boundary– but no. Hugging you would be too much.

Who cares that he’s put a stop to you having any interaction with anyone but him? It doesn't matter if he has you locked away in your own home! No, no, it’s hugging you that would be too much.

Maybe it is just comical, maybe laughing would make you feel better.

“You’ll have to forgive me eventually, ja? Why not do it now?” You feel your mattress dip as Krueger sits on your bed.

He stares at you expectantly and cracks a smile as he opens his arms up.

“Just a hug. No strings attached,” he says, “What’s the harm?”

Indulging him. Indulging in his fantasies would be the harm.

Even if you’re desperate for another person to give you anything, you know you shouldn’t humor him. You know it. You know better.

“You need it,” he says, “Let me help.”

There’s a long pause as he sits, still waiting for the hug.

You slowly shift and go over to him. You feel awkward and tense as he holds you in his arms.

He runs one of his hands up and down your back as you begin crying, too overwhelmed by the whole situation to keep it together. It feels wrong to be cuddling up to your captor, especially when it’s so comforting.

The comfort you got from him is almost worse than the grief of powerlessness. 

As he cradles you in his arms it feels less like he’s the warden and more like he’s the cell itself.

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Yandere!Krueger Short

Sort of trying to get a good grasp on how to characterize Yan!Krueger in a consistent way and a distinctive way. Just something short and sweet.

Word Count: 911

Content Warning: Yandere and general yandere dealings

“It’s us against the world.”

It was hard to tell how Krueger felt about you at first. He treated you in the same way he’d treat everyone else– friendly, but at an arm’s length. He was hard to get to know, deflecting any attempts to get to know him on any level deeper than a kiddy pool.

It was a surprise when he tried to ask you to be his partner, casually dropping it into conversation. You had never even realized he was at all interested in you. His reaction when you turned him down was– ostensibly– normal, he just shrugged and gave his usual, “Na gut.”

That wasn’t it though. Of course it wouldn’t be. That’s too easy. Well, now Krueger had a problem. You. Getting you to be his. He has never been good at solving problems in any way that wasn’t the equivalent of taking a flamethrower to a birthday candle. There’s enough blood on his hands– allegedly, he insists– to prove that.

Get closer to know you better? Woo you? Take things slow? No, no, Krueger knows what he wants and when he wants it. Fuck a war of attrition, he’s going nuclear.

“Others… they will come and go. I will always be here. Für dich. Für immer. Ha. I guess you’re stuck with me.”

Krueger’s feelings about you are complex, but what about him isn’t? What about him has a simple answer not bogged down by his refusal to give straight answers. You had never met someone so directly indirect, readily giving concrete answers that give you nothing or worse– conflict with what he’s already said.

He’s a liar. Plain and simple. He lies, often, it’s a shock that he hasn’t burned holes through all his pants. That’s not to say he’s necessarily malicious, but it’s hard to tell if he believes what he says, if he wants to, or if he wants others to believe him.

One thing is for certain though, and that is his unshakable belief that he is a good person, just misunderstood. It’s not him who has a problem, it’s the society around him for not understanding the correct way to go about things.

The correct way being his way.

Speaking of his way…

“Ach, Wirklich? Don’t say what you don’t mean. Komm mal, I’ll make it better.”

He expected you to be shocked, he knew you would be shocked, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face actually. OK, OK, he’ll admit he can be kind of a dick sometimes, but this is just the beginning of your lives together and you’ll get used to it. No harm in a bit of amusement.

“Sebastian… you– why do you know where I live–! Why are you in my house?!”

“... Our house.”

“Get out! Or I’m calling the cops!”

Krueger just has a wide grin on his face as he holds up your phone and jiggles it. Don’t suppose you still have a landline?

“You don’t need them. You need someone who understands you– me.”

Being a prisoner in your own home is not something you had on your checklist for this year. At least Krueger took over paying all the bills, silver linings you suppose-- what does he even do for work? He won't say. Typical.

Despite claiming to love you, Krueger treats you more like a roommate. He isn’t sappy or sentimental, no grand confessions or gestures. The most he does is ask if you are ready to reconsider being together with him. In his words, “We live together. You’ll come around to me. Until then… what are we doing for dinner?”

He’s content to just have you around, at arms length. He doesn’t let you go anywhere alone though, or talk to your friends, or your family, or anyone. Especially not the police. You are stuck with him. Stuck to him. Stuck together. Joined at the hip.

When he isn’t there he makes sure you stay at your house. Sometimes he’s gone for an hour, other times it’s a few weeks. Though he always makes sure you have ample access to food and no means to contacting the outside world. You aren’t sure where he goes to and he won’t tell you, deflecting your questions and redirecting your attention. 

You tried to leave once just to realize the door wouldn’t open and the windows would only open enough to let air in but not let you squeeze out. The only thing that happened was him coming home smug, “Well, you tried. Perhaps you’ll get out next time, hm?”

Even if you won’t love him romantically, he can live with you being as close as he can get you. He wants to be your person: romantic, platonic– who cares, he just wants to be yours and have you be his… though he does hope it’s romantic, he’ll settle, just for you. That's what he tells himself at least.

He keeps you secluded with him as your company, forcing you to come to him to fulfill your needs for socializing. He can’t wait for when you’ll start confiding in him– for when you’ll start seeking comfort in him. You have to crack eventually, no one can keep everything bottled up forever and he’s more than happy to be there for you when you stop acting like a skittish cat. 

You’ll come around. You have to. He’ll wear you down eventually.

“I never claimed to be perfect, no one is perfect. You can’t expect perfection of me.”

Translations:

Na, gut. = "OK", "alright", "fair enough", etc.

Für dich. Für immer. = For you. Forever.

Ach, Wirklich? = Oh, Really?

Komm mal = Come here

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I love love love your Kreuger story sm there isn't enough Kreuger content out there!! I have such a short attention span I usually can't read anything other than bullet point headcanons but I read yours all the way through and loved it!! Sorry for rambling in your ask box I just had to let you know how much I enjoyed your work lol

AW! Don't apologize for rambling!! Thank you so much I smiled so wide when I read this! I'm glad you enjoyed it; Krueger has so much untapped potential, I can't believe he isn't more popular to write for.

Thank you again!! This made my day!

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Depths (Nix!Krueger x Reader)

In which Krueger is a *completely* innocent water spirit who just wants to talk to you... C'mon, don't be harsh, sit down, relax, *hold your breath*-- or don't.

[Inspired by Dall ASMR's Nøkken series on YouTube]

I have been frothing at the mouth for more dedicated Krueger content, here is my offering for anyone else who has been put in a stranglehold by the other Austrian war criminal of the COD fandom-- if I had a nickel...

This is my first fanfic I've publicly posted online and my first truly sort-of completed one (may eventually write another part-- *eventually*), also posted it to my ao3: grizz_ly.

Reader is gender-neutral.

Word Count: 3,484

Content Warning: Yandere-ish behavior, attempted murder/drowning of reader, successful drowning/murder of other people, descriptions of drowning

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“Do not venture close to the water,” you were incessantly warned upon first arriving, “Do not speak to it, and do not let it take you.”

When you tried to ask questions the townsfolk would shush you– it was taboo to speak about the lake or what it was. 

When prying anyway, you would get hushed pity directed toward those with sons and daughters who had been ripped from their loved ones; they would stray too far away from the safety of beaten trails and end up swallowed by the lake, spit back out onto the shore with blue-tinged skin and clouded, vacant eyes– now forever young. 

In the back of the local inn, when the locals had one too many, you’d hear the speculative whispers of it…

“... vengeance from a displeased water spirit?”

“... perhaps a curse from the devil himself… a punishment for our sin.”

“... they simply drank too much and believed themselves to be stronger swimmers than they were.”

As the discussions grew louder and slurred they would be scolded into silence, lest they invoke the lake’s wrath or fuel baseless superstition.

Whether one considered the tales of malevolent beings superstition or fact, one thing was certain– no one ventures to the lake. It was not worth the risk. Even the harshest skeptic carefully planned their routes away from the lake.

You too took great care to avoid the lake when you finally departed the village. Stepping onto the beaten grass of the worn path you began your several-day walk to the next point along your journey. As you passed by where the lake would be according to your map you heard the muffled sounds of… music?

You had heard many things out in the forest: birds chirping, the rustling of the brush as you stepped past, the gentle purrs of a rushing stream– but you had not heard music. You had never heard music this enchanting in fact.

You could not help yourself as you stepped off of the path into the tall grass that swayed in the breeze, and now with your movement. Your feet seemed to move on their own. You just wanted to… get a better listen to the music. As you ventured further away from the path you justified it with the notion that you would simply avoid getting too close to its edge. Just a look and listen wouldn’t hurt. How could it? It couldn’t. 

The ground underfoot grew soft as you maneuvered between trees and the tall grass transitioned to a lush moss. You soon found yourself on a raised ledge overlooking the water– though not too far up, the drop is only around half of your height. 

You can’t see the bottom of the lake; its visibility is done no favors by the tangles of weeds concealing the bed and lilies dotting the surface. The lake dazzles with the sun’s rays, though the overlook is dim due to the cover from the trees, which also allows for a comfortable chill to permeate the air.

Despite its serenity, it was… underwhelming.

You had expected something. With how dangerous the lake had been described– as a vicious, indiscriminate killer of the young– it was almost too calm, too peaceful, too… normal.

“Hallo,” a voice called out from a nearby rock peeking out of the water, it caused you to snap your head towards the source.

You size up the man. The first thing you notice is the net covering his face with foliage and other flora tucked into it, his attire besides that being plain garb and a cloak carelessly draped into the water, thus wetting the hem. The second thing you noticed was the instrument, a violin– likely the source of the music you heard.

As the silence dragged on it was broken by the sounds of a few strings of the violin being plucked as the man fiddles with it, “Ach… do not tell me you are too scared to speak? Schade…”

The stillness of the lake is emphasized by the quietness of this moment– why is it so quiet? No chirping birds, no rustling animals, no splashing fish… the only other noise besides your breathing is him slowly tuning his instrument.

“Hm…” you can see his veil shift as he seems to tilt his head, “That bad?”

“What do you mean?” You say slowly.

“What the townsfolk must have said to you…” he chuckles, “I must admit… I thought you’d run off by now, it’s been too long since anyone has spoken with me… the– the verdammt villagers blame me and paint me as a monster, but you– you don’t seem as… quick to assume, yes? Innocent until proven guilty, ja?”

You suppress a flinch at the momentary vitriol in his voice when talking about the townspeople, “I–”

“Please just… stay here with me for a moment and… speak to me? Bitte?” You can hear the hope in his pleading.

“... Alright.” You say with a hesitant nod.

“Thank you,” he says as he focuses back on his violin, after a beat he speaks again with a laugh, “You know… I asked if you could speak with me. I’m sure you have questions, so, ask them– just an idea. Just an idea.”

“Sorry, I–” you try to think of a question feeling suddenly pressured and struggling to find the right thing to ask. You settle on the most obvious, “What’s your name?”

“I go by many names… you can call me Krueger,” he says simply, “Yours?”

You give him your name and he simply hums in response. He is… not working with you here to help carry along the conversation to attempt to force you to speak more.

“...” you steel your nerves and force out your next question, “What are you?”

“Harmless–” Krueger laughs, “You treat me like I am going to bite your head off or drown you, relax some of that tension you’re carrying… I wouldn’t hurt a fly–” “You know what I mean,” you say hesitantly, “You’re not human. At least I don’t think you’re human.”

“Ach, I am offended,” he says shaking his head with a playful click of the tongue, “I am that awful? Not even a person… you hurt me so.”

“You… are you messing with me,” you ask.

“No… no, never, never,” Krueger says as he plucks the strings again before clicking his tongue, “Maybe– only a smidge…”

You then sit in the familiar lull of the conversation– you should get back to the trail, it’ll be a long walk and you start to feel like you’re wasting time.

“I should–” you begin but are quickly interrupted.

“Stay… stay?” Krueger says, “Yes, I agree. Aw… I’m sorry, am I getting to you, I don’t mean to… I just like to have a bit of fun… it’s in my nature…”

“I need to–” interrupted again.

“Is someone expecting you,” Krueger asks.

“...” You wonder if you should be honest, “No.”

Kruger huffs, “Then you do not need to leave. Sit, sit– just for a moment. It is peaceful here is it not? Take in the sights… it’s the journey that matters.”

You want to leave but at the same time… this… man? Creature? It doesn’t matter– Krueger does not seem like the monster you expected. What harm could humoring him do? Besides you feel intrigued by the strange man.

So you sit on a nearby log that is almost precariously close to the water, placing your packed belongings at your feet.

Kruger pauses, “You’re staying?”

“Should I g–”

“Bleib, geh nicht!” Krueger exclaims as he puts his arms out in a surrendering motion. He slowly relaxes, clearing his throat before he speaks again, “I mean– Of course, you would stay. Yes, yes. Of course”

You drum your fingers against the log as you watch Krueger. He climbs off of his rock and stands in the opaque water, keeping his violin held firmly on his shoulder.

“How deep is the water?” You ask.

“Not deep, no, not at all,” Krueger says, “Why? Would you like to join me?”

Not deep…

How could so many drown in shallow water? Your thoughts travel to your memories of the words of the townsfolk in the inn.

Krueger…

You feel your stomach sink as you reconsider your decision to stay. Krueger seems to sense your apprehension.

“Would you like to hear a song?” Krueger pleads, “It was my music that drew you here wasn’t it? I am quite the violinist, ja? I’m sure you’d love to hear the rest… surely…?”

You can’t deny that the music had drawn you here, and you did want to hear more.

You wave your hand, “Please, go ahead.”

Krueger adjusts his violin to rest against his shoulder, gently placing his chin on the rest. He moves his net off of the violin and then starts to play. His fingers move across the fingerboard, deftly weaving an intricate melody. The way he plays is hypnotizing. You rest your head on your closed fist as your expression goes from amused to moved. You don’t even notice him moving closer, too consumed by the music to pay attention to him slowly wading through the water towards you.

Before you realize it, he grabs at your bag, splashing away with something in his hand.

Your compass.

“Hey!” You say as you stand up, “You can’t just– give that back!”

Krueger slowly trudges back to the rock he had been sitting on, securing his violin on top before inspecting your compass.

“Ah, your compass is fine,” he announces as he inspects it, “I was just curious– since when was curiosity such a crime?”

You shake your head in disbelief, your features contorting into an anger-induced shock, “You can’t just– give that back. Now.”

He doesn’t seem to be listening to you instead muttering about the quality of the metal and craftsmanship of the compass.

“Are you– are you being serious!?” You yell, “Come back here!”

Krueger laughs slightly as he approaches the edge of the water again, “I apologize here…” As you reach for the compass he pulls his hand away, “-- It truly is a marvelous compass, where did you get it?” He seems so sincere and innocent– like he didn’t steal from you a moment ago.

“Krueger–”

“Oh, I do so love it when you say my name,” he says, “What is it?”

“You know exactly–”

“Ah, yes, your compass? Why do you need it? Wouldn’t you like to stay here a bit longer…” If you could see his face you are sure he’d be frowning.

“Krueger–!” 

“Oh, you spoil me so…” Krueger sighs, “You can have it back…” You put out your hand, but then nearly boil over as he completes his sentence, “If you come get it from me.”

“Give it.” You say.

“Take it,” he retorts, “The water is fine… what harm will it do? It is a nice day.”

You feel a chill run up your spine, “No. I…”

Your body realizes the danger of this situation before you do. You feel the phantom sensation of movement, your legs begging you to leave your compass and run.

“Give me my compass,” you say, but the waver in your voice betrays your faux confidence.

Krueger is still for a moment before he motions with his hand for you to come closer, “Fine.”

You stomp over, teetering on the edge of the lake and nearly losing your balance as you crouch. You seethe with anger as you jut your hand out, “Now.”

Krueger hands it back, you lean forward to try to grab it sooner as he moves agonizingly slow. Suddenly he lunges at you. In a swift movement clamps his hand onto your presented wrist and tugs you harshly. As you lose your balance you topple into the water. Time slows as you fall towards the water.

The lake is deeper than you had imagined– or maybe it just feels deeper as you aren’t allowed to bring yourself back above the surface with Krueger keeping you under.

Despite being under the surface you can hear him laugh as if you were still out of the water.

“What? Can you not swim?” Krueger coos as he tries to ensnare you in his arms further, “Or did you just not get enough air? Ah, did I take your breath away perhaps? … Well if I didn’t I will…”

You flail about in the darkness, your movements sluggish as you try to move your limbs in the water. You try to grasp at anything to orient yourself. Your feet connect with the bottom of the lake as you kick.

“Stop,” Krueger growls as he strains to try to hold you down, “It is not so bad. Stop– stop fighting.”

Panic runs icy hot in your veins.

“I know… I know…” Krueger says as you thrash in his arms, twisting and turning wildly, “Come now… don’t struggle. Don't you want the last thing you feel to be love? Why must you fight me… I just… want to hold you. Tsk, that is not so bad…”

The water stings your eyes.

“Let me hold you. Deep breaths… deep breaths…” Krueger murmurs trying to lull you to just give in, “Let me take you away from it all… rest… rest now… you’re safe… I’m here…”

Your lungs burn as your chest spasms.

Krueger speaks to you in a hushed tone full of affection, “I can’t help it… when I see someone as beautiful as you, I want to hold you, squeeze you, and preserve your beauty forever… wouldn’t you like to be forever beautiful… forever young… forever loved… lass dich lieben.”

Your mind runs amok as you seem unable to form any coherent thoughts not consumed by fear or spoken by your survival instinct.

“This moment would be so beautiful if you– if you would just let it!” He can’t keep his annoyance from bubbling up at your continued resistance.

Your vision vignettes, the dark water growing impossibly black. 

You want to let go. You want to stop fighting. You want to breathe… but you don’t want to die.

Your hands feel fabric and you pull, which elicits a yelp from Kreuger. Krueger stops trying to grasp you as you feel him move back in the water allowing you to resurface.

Your head pops back up above the water and you gulp air as you greedily fill your lungs. Your head reels and your eyes pound in your skull. Your heart hammers in your chest as you splash away, almost losing your balance several times as your feet slip against the slimy rocks lining the lake bed. You crash into the jagged face of the overlook you had been standing on, digging your back against it as you breathe through your bared teeth. You try to scramble up but it’s too slick to get a good grasp on any of the rocks, and the foliage just slides through your fingers.

You reach up to grab a dagger from your pack, brandishing it at Kreuger who is casually readjusting his veil. He is in no rush to get back to you. Instead, he allows you to tire yourself out as you fruitlessly try to drag yourself from the lake, scuffing up your hands and back in the process.

“If you wanted to see me without the veil you could have asked,” Krueger says, “I would have said no, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“You–” You say through harsh breaths, “You– Why?!”

“It’s not personal… you humans always take everything so personally,” Krueger tuts, “You put up quite the fight… impressive, almost.”

“You’re a monster–” “I am not… well, perhaps I am a monster, but not like that… I am a monster with feelings… that you just hurt.” Krueger tries to trudge towards you but stops as you wave your dagger around, reminding him of what the consequences would be if he got too close, “Do you even care that you hurt them? Ach… who is the real monster. Hm?”

“You!” You scoff, “You are the monster!”

“I am not a monster…” Krueger takes a deep breath, “I am simply… following the natural order of things. I am innocent in all of this.”

“Innocent?!” You exclaim, “Innocent?!”

“Yes, yes, that is what I said I am glad you are listening,” Krueger says, “I am innocent. As are you–”

“You are–” You let out a frustrated yell as you try to clamber out of the water again to no avail.

“I’m what?” Krueger just watches you, amused by your behavior, “I know what you are… a fighter, ja? It’d be so much easier if you accepted this…”

You start to swear at Krueger, cursing him out. You internally curse yourself for having gotten into this situation.

“You’re a murderer,” you say, “How many people–” You can’t even choke out the words through your disgust, “How many?”

“I am no murderer,” he scoffs, “I am simply doing what I am meant to do. I am innocent here, merely a victim of the natural order of things. Murderers kill unlawfully, none of what I do is unlawful as it is according to nature’s laws. I am not a murderer by definition.”

You stare at him with wide eyes and brows knitted in repulsed disbelief, your anger momentarily put on pause, “There is no way you’re being serious.”

“I know what you are thinking,” Krueger’s veil moves as he shakes his head, “I do not want you to be hurt, and I won’t hurt you– I am not cruel, I am not a monster. It wouldn’t hurt… you are not thinking straight… you are just panicking… let me hold you…”

Krueger attempts to move towards you again, reigniting your fury.

“Stop– stop swinging that thing about, you are going to hurt someone.” You almost slash Krueger’s arm as he reaches out towards you causing him to snap at you, “Schluss jetzt!”

He tries to lunge again to grab you. You plunge your dagger into the soft flesh of his inner arm.

“Scheißkerl!” Krueger exclaims as he clutches his arm and stumbles back.

You take your chance and grab onto an exposed tree root, hauling yourself onto the overlook in your adrenaline-fueled haste.

“No!” Krueger growls as he grabs your ankle. You had not noticed his claws, but they were impossible to ignore as they dug into you, surely drawing blood, “No! You will not leave! Stay! Stay with me! Stay!”

You flip yourself onto your back and kick at him, your foot connecting with his head. It barely phases him, only making him more desperate. He climbs further out of the water grasping onto one of your thighs with his hand as he tries to use it as an anchoring point to pull himself up, or pull you down– he wasn’t picky.

“You will die out in that forest!” Krueger says, “I am offering you a peaceful death in my arms–! I am offering you mercy– You should be thanking me–! Do you forget you don’t even have your compass?!”

You grab the strap of your pack with your hands not caring to make sure your belongings are secured before you lift it– far too consumed with your need to survive by any means necessary. Your belongings could be replaced, but you could not. You swing the heavy bag at Kreuger’s head staggering him back and causing him to slide down into the water. You crawl back from the lake securing your pack over your shoulder as you begin to make distance. Krueger screams, all pretenses of civility dead.

“You– you!” Krueger says, “You verdammter Wachbirn!”

You jump to your feet and run from the lake, hoping that you can find your way back to the path– praying that you will make it to your next destination. I’ll be fine, you think, follow the path, simple enough.

You are too focused on escaping from your brush with death to listen to the impotent rage of Krueger. “I could get you if I wanted to! You just aren’t worth the effort– you ungrateful– Ach! When you are delirious from starvation I hope you remember how you denied my offer! How you chose to die alone, painfully,” Krueger calls out, “I hope the last thing you feel is regret!”

Krueger grumbles, his face twitching as he watches you slowly fade from view, obscured by the branches and brambles of the woods. He grips the dagger lodged in his arm and wrenches it out with a grunt, too consumed by anger to even fully take in the pain.

“You left your dagger!” Kruger cries but receives no response.

He turns and throws the dagger as far as he can into the lake with a loud bark of frustration.

He slinks back into the water as he takes in the solitude that has been his only lasting companion, “They’ll be back… they always come back…”

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Translations:

Hallo = Hello Ja = Yes Schade = A pity Verdammt = Damned Bitte = Please Bleib, geh nicht = Stay, don't go Lass dich lieben = Let yourself be loved Scheißkerl = Son of a bitch/Bastard Verdammter Wachbirn = Damned/Fucking Idiot (Austrian term for idiot)

#Krueger x Reader #Call of Duty #Sebastian Krueger x Reader #Nix!Krueger #Fantasy AU #possible ooc #but can you write most COD characters completely in character #in what character? #still love them though #TW: Drowning #TW: Attempted Murder #yandere #-ish