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moonit3 · 5 months

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Yandere! Backroom entity, could you make a yandere of any backroom entity or level? Please?

(I've never seen any Yandere backroom fic, maybe you're the first. It can be any entity or you invent your own, it's up to you!)

anons always have the brightest ideas for yandere writings. like would i have thought of audiente something like this? never, so that is why i have to thank this anon to come with this amazing idea.

THE MONSTER, THE WANDERER AND THE FARMHOUSE

➥warnings/notices: yandere, exophilia(?), liminal spaces(?), gn! reader, poisoning, drugs, obsession, acid, blood, reader is chained and cuddled by the entity, fluff(?).

➥ yandere! entity x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: trapped in a world that you don’t understand, you find yourself in a farmhouse in middle of nowhere with the presence of someone you can’t comprehend.

the recent disappearance of people around the country has raised drastically in the last decade and the government gives he same answer when someone goes missing, ‘there is no trace to lead to an investigation’ and unfortunately, they are right.

none one seems to understand how more than thousands people can simply vanish from existence, almost like they never exist in the first place. it’s creepy, scary and made those who remain become paranoid to even leave their houses, after all, it’s the only place they feel safe. however, they were wrong, this was a false sensation of safety and security. that’s why you have joined the static of the missing people.

yellow and molded walls that never seems to end, an old moist carpet and those irritable electric sounds that reminds you this isn’t a dream. nah, this the place you’ve been living for the past few days and despite walking for uncountable miles, it appears this place has no ending nor escape that will lead you to freedom, almost like this is a no end labyrinth.

if things couldn’t get worse, the food and almond water (where did those thing come from? you don’t recall it) are almost gone, meaning that you would have to go find more of it throughout the yellows walls or starve to death. yet, you aren’t going to give up that easily. you are going to survive this place and will find a way home to see your family again, but also to tell everyone what happens to those who simply vanished.

walking for even more hours, you find a wooden door. it’s look older than you and there is a unfamiliar smell coming from inside, could it be this path might lead to freedom? carefully, you turn the knob to see what is behind and of course, it’s only show a long hall that lack any source of light inside.

there is no way you are going inside. you are desperate to going home, but this looks like a trap to kill you instead of a ticket to escape this world, so you close the door and step away from it. too scared to be lead to a dead end, probably death. you continue to walk towards the unknown, hoping to find another way out of this.

okay, maybe getting through that door would be better choice in some possibilities. but you are happier you didn’t as this new place seems to be more safer and nice.

a farmhouse in the middle of the nowhere, surrounded by trees and grass from all sides with a small vegetable garden close to the house. did someone lived here? by the way the interior is decorated and the smell of flowers seems like it, yet no one is there. your only company is the wind.

you should’ve question yourself if the food was safe, maybe someone has poisoned before you arrive, but your stomach beg to devour the mini cake that was set in the table. the taste didn’t really matter as you wanted to stop the feeling of hungry and that what you did, the whole cake was gone in less than minutes and you couldn’t feel guilty because it.

what if someone was waiting to eat it later? oh, your body began to feel heavier. why are your vision becoming blurry? black spots began forming in your vision and it didn’t took much time to you succumb to the weird sensation, making you unconscious as your body hit the floor.

the smell of baking awakes you. someone is cooking and you are laying down on a bed? your eyes widen noticing it. someone must brought you here and the chain locked on your ankle is a way to proof it.

what? you try to remove the chain away, a failed attempt as the iron is too strong to be destroyed by a weak human like you. also, you immediately give up in trying as there is someone standing in doorframe, watching you.

a tall pitch-black figure stares down at you. its appearance reminds of those weird drawings around the yellow molded walls, warning to those who arrived about the dangerous being that live around in this world. it claws are huge, the emptiness eyes don’t blink and you can hear a soft melody coming from it lips, whatever is this thing, it looks like it will kill you.

“ha ha…” you try to get away from it, pushing yourself against the wall and closing your eyes as a way to pretend this isn’t real, just a mere nightmare that you will wake up soon, but then you feel it claws on your face….is this thing caressing you?

slowly, you open your eyes to find the huge creature kneeling to your height and having it shape claws touching your face in the gentlest way possible, almost like you are made of glass. you can’t tell if this thing is happy, the lack of a mouth makes it emotions almost unreadable, but the human-looking eyes shows kindness and compassion by the scared state you are.

the entity leaves the room for a brief moment before coming back with a piece of a pie and hand it to you, its look delicious and its smell good. the eyes stares at you, waiting for you to do something with the food.

“do you want me to eat it?” the thing nodded at your words, surprising you as he could understand what you are speaking while the non-dangerous anomalies you’ve encountered failed to do so. “okay, thank you for the meal.”

eating a piece of the pie, your eyes sparkled by the taste and you couldn’t help but eat more of it. the entity, in the other hand, watched you devour the food with his eyes gets smaller, analyzing your expressions and happy noises you are making while eating the food it has made for you. being so focused on the meal, you didn’t notice the thing approaching you at first, only feeling its hand touching your shoulder when you have the devour the entire food in minutes.

you can hear purring coming from it despite the lack of mouth, getting closer to your face and patting your head repeatedly.

the humanoid form get closer to you, changing it hand position to your face and making you stare at it. the empty eyes, almost human like, staring deep down at your soul as your head is forced to tilt to the side under it touch.

you can feel something fall over your clothes, its the black stuff that composes the entity’s body, “H-HEY!” you try to remove it away, but the weight of the entity’s body is too heavy to move it as it lay next to you, putting it arms around your body, bringing you to lay down on the bed along with it.

the head of the thing snuggles against your neck, not letting any centimeters separate the two of you as it is trying to remove any distance between your body to it. the entity doesn’t move, it stay still next to you as you try to get away from this place, but for now, you should just take a deserved nap.

closing your eyes, you could feel the entity stare at your with emptiness eyes one last time before your world faded to black. it’s look happy to have you in their arms.

@moonit3 writings

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Poor reader definitely kisses the worshipper god on the cheek after. The next day their cockroach filled apartment is a mansion with all owning rights belonging to reader. Do not think about what happend to the landlord.

"Thank you for meeting with me.."

You sit at a booth at your old job; hooded figure across the table. You were taking a little time off from working thanks to their gift. You were able to fix up things in your shitty apartment and do some nice things for yourself. There was still a lot left over all that, but you just weren't ready to do any major changes just yet.

The deity slightly nods their head. "It is I who should be thanking you."

Though they've shown themselves to you before, it's still overwhelming for them to be near you. You look alot happier than the last time they saw you, and it makes them feel warm inside. Despite your happiness being theirs, you feel bad for giving them nothing in return.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want from me?"

"Yes, your well-being is all I care about. To hear that you appreciate what I've done is thanks enough... But if you'd really like to thank me-." Their voice trails off as they think; quickly snapping away from wondering thoughts. No, I'm not worthy anything more. Maybe a word of praise if you're willing? Or..."

You get up from your seat. They make it sound like such a small thing. If they really worship you as much as they seem to, what you do next should be enough to let you sleep at night. You pull back the hood of their jacket and kiss their cheek. It's super warm and has a strange fuzzy feeling like touching the screen of a tv.

"Ah-" The deity breaks out in a full body blush - literally. A darkening of their cheeks that spreads all over in a mix of pink and dark blues. Their human form slips; the left half of their face cast in a vibrant light as the skin unravels. They quickly cover it with their hands; forcing their inner self back in. Its sp hard to focus. Your lips on them - kissing them. They're so soft. They imagine this is what heaven would feel like to those who believe in it. Your eyes had been shut in the brief moment this all occurred.

"Will that do?"

The deity looks at you with a shaky grin. "Aha, yes, that works nicely. Too nice, if I'm allowed to give my thoughts. Please excuse me."

The God stands and leaves the diner, leaving money behind for the bill. You see them hurry across the street still holding their face - almost tripping over a garbage can in the process. You finish up your meal and decide its fine to turn in for the day.

Pulling into your street; your jaw falls flat on the steering well. Your crappy apartment and the buildings around it had been merged into a full acre mansion. You check the street number, but it's the same you've lived at for years. A key fob you don't remember having opens the locked gates and you head inside.

There no doubt in your mind that this was somehow your place of residence as you unlock the door with your old key. All of your old belongings are placed nearly around the general area plus some fine furniture and art pieces to round out the space. You find a note on a table.

"Dearest Grace,

I apologize for the abrupt change in your residency. It appears I am not as in control of my powers as I thought and they acted on my desire to please you. Do not worry about your old neighbors. Their lives have been rewritten elsewhere I imagine and they are well. I hope that it's to your liking.

Forever yours, ☆"

You set the note back on the table. The course of events suddenly had you feeling drained. You lay out on the couch, falling asleep on the most comfortable couch pillow you've ever felt.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere god #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere fic #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere teratophilia #Yandere entity

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raidendeeznuts123 · 1 year

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There's not nearly enough yandere entity content on the internet. An eldritch creature who has control over a realm of their own making as well its inhabitants? One that very much already abducts others into aforementioned place for its own desires? That's a lot of potential. Are you even allowed in matches? Do you have immunity? What about The Fog itself, which changes according to the entity's subconscious desires? I'd like to imagine the entity infecting it's killers with such emotions. With you on the line, the killers have never performed so efficiently. The entity enjoys your reactions to each of it's many horrors, but...it has its jealous streaks. You don't talk to anyone not because you're scared, but because you don't want to see those horrible claws bursting out of their body and the light leaving their eyes as soon as the entity decides it's had enough with others touching what's theirs. You're a walking legend to the survivors; you may be in the same faction as them, but you are nowhere near the same. For starters, you're always. there. Even in matches you weren't supposed to be in. The entity doesn't let you interfere with the match, of course, but it has to instill fear into you somehow, right? Come on, it could tell you were bored waiting at the campfire all day. If you are chosen to participate in a match? Everyone knows the outcome. You're basically useless, having to hide the majority of the match because of how the entity's obsessive behavior influences the killers. Some killers do business as usual, others immediately resolve to track you down. One thing's always a constant, though; once they catch wind of you, they'll forget about anything else. But hey, if you play your cards well...at least you can be a good distraction, right? Sometimes your teammates try to help; other times they ditch you immediately. No hard feelings; you understand their need to survive, and they understand how you have no choice but to be dead weight in every match you participate in.

New survivors are informed about you as soon as they're informed about everything else; killers are left to figure it out for themselves on the rare occasions that you're actually in a match. Your freedoms are constantly changing; the entity is a fickle being, after all. Some days you're allowed to scower areas beyond what anyone else in the realm has ever seen, and other days you're unable to move from your bed, the hold the entity has on you unrelenting for a good chunk of the afternoon and well into the evening, your only source of entertainment the visions the entity allows you and the undecipherable whispers filling your head.

#yandere dbd #yandere dead by daylight #this is my first time posting so uh. hope this isn't too sporadic yk #I'm honestly this close to writing a full fic about it because GOD there's so much to explore #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere entity #yandere x you

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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See you

Something different this time! I was just thinking about what if Death has a favorite human? Wanted to write about that :3

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Death x GN!Darling!Reader Warnings: Yandere, There are a lot of Death Mention, Mention of deadly accidents, funerals, death of unnamed character(s) on screen, Interacting and touching a skeleton, Mention of a bar fight (Violence, Throwing glasses around, people scuffling) Possessiveness, Fear of Heights mention

Prompt: @sintember Death - A simple thing, in the end.

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From a young age, you are told death is a thing to fear.

It made sense as a precaution for parents and to instill prudence in children, but the older you grew, the less wary you became of it. Even if the possibility was always there to die at any given moment, you still lived your life normally, took your bows and falls as you learned to be independent, and experienced the things life had to offer. It became less of a fear and more like an omnipotent presence in your life once people around you passed away naturally.

Uncomfortable, but a simple and logical thing, in the end.

Of course, you didn’t expect to face death so soon. And you really didn’t expect it to be literally face-to-face. However, your life changed the day you went to a friend’s parent’s funeral and saw him, hollow-eyed and covered in his long, dark coat, scraggy fingers reaching for the casket. He was there, presumably, to take the soul of the person passing on. Why he hadn’t done that earlier went against what you thought Death was like, but he wasn’t supposed to be someone in the first place. He didn’t notice you staring—it was tough to tell by the lack of eyes—and you thought you were just imagining things from all the crying and being sad with your friend, so your gaze didn’t linger.

The second time you saw him, he had changed. It was just two years later, a traffic accident that led to death on a busy road you passed by on your way home. He could have passed off as a mortician, sharply dressed in a suit and tie, his features as human as they were otherworldly beautiful. No one seemed to mind or even notice him, the rescue doctors performing CPR while Death counted down the seconds on his clock. A cruel but very beautiful image of the patient but unavoidable Death. And just before the life seemed to leave the body on the ground, he glanced up, catching your eyes, his lips counting the seconds that seemed to slow down, the whole world giving you two just a moment.

You knew he saw you this time, and he knew that you saw him.

This time, for sure.

Of course, you heard about people with special senses. Who are able to recognize things beyond the scope of the living. But you never heard of someone exchanging strangely intimate glances with Death and yet never having a hair on their head harmed. In fact, you were as healthy and lively as most wished to be. You never got into an accident or were seriously hurt, and your wounds always seemed to heal fast and without scarring. And still, even with your brushes with Death, you weren’t scared of him. Much less now that he took a human form, his reasons for doing so unfathomable to someone just human like you. But you liked this form better than the skeleton. It even had something morbidly fascinating about it that, if you were to describe it, people would call you crazy for.

However, the good luck you experienced with never getting so much as injured or having your heart race from panic, was running out. Unbeknownst to you, your encounters with Death were neither coincidences nor very lucky in the first place. So, when you met him again while cowering behind a table in a bar, too many people to count punching and throwing glasses through the air, you finally realized that death was, indeed, scary. Because you really didn’t want to get caught up in the fighting, there was still so much to live for, but it only grew more violent by the second.

“Hey,” someone said, pushing the tip of his immaculately polished shoes against your worn-out, dirty sneakers to gain your attention. Even though you had looked at the person the moment he stepped in front of you, a small part of you had hoped he might not know who you are or remember you two meeting before. But with that touch, it seemed unlikely Death was that forgetful.

“I know you can see me,” he replied to your thoughts, and it shocked you more than it should have that he could see right through you as well. With a sigh, Death squatted down, a scent so unlike your imagination—like apples and cinnamon—joining his despairingly beautiful features. You were awestruck by the entity before you, and he watched you just as intently.

Reaching out his long fingers, his touch was bitterly cold, way below what a body should feel. It also made you realize one thing: his appearance was a beautiful illusion, a misguided effort at best. Upon touching you, you could feel the gnarly, slim bone of a skeleton finger moving with ease, just as if it still had muscles and strength to it.

“Don’t…” he muttered, startling you as the situation suddenly became strange and real. You had somewhat accepted being able to see him, even if it was weird. But having him touch you made him into less of a ghostly entity, and that was hard to stomach after all.

“Don’t look away now,” he pleaded, his voice deep and symphonic, underlined with goosebump-raising want. “I’ve been searching for you for so long.”

You were taken aback by the strange demand, gulping as you focused your eyes back on his. He didn’t seem bothered by the ruckus around you two, didn’t even flinch at the glass flying over his head and smashing into the wall behind him. Looking into his golden eyes, it was as if the color was swirling in them, never settling, but his whole demeanor was so calm and collected.

Maybe because Death didn’t have anything to fear, he could stay relaxed in the face of such chaos. But you couldn’t. You flinched again as the sound of glass cracking resounded all around you, and you closed your eyes reflexively. Death clicked his tongue, and just a moment later, the sounds of screams and violence disappeared. Blinking, confused, you slowly looked up again, Death being the one to look away now, in a mix of annoyance and disgruntled. But when you pushed away from the table you hid behind, he let go of you, his body moving with yours naturally. He even curled his skeleton fingers around your upper arm, steading you as you stood up on wobbly legs, staring at the remnants of the fight that had taken place in the bar.

You didn’t need to feel their pulse to know everyone was dead.

Everyone except you.

“What did you do…?” you muttered in disbelief, the whole situation feeling too much like a movie to be the reality surrounding you. Death didn’t answer immediately, and you figured that there was no good answer to give to a human. “They weren’t supposed to die yet… were they?”

“No,” he replied truthfully, and his grip grew stronger as your body threatened to give out. This, right there, was scary. A room full of people at their liveliest, adrenaline running high, wiped out. “But… why?” you asked, wrenching your head around to look at Death again, the swirling, golden eyes not allowing a reflection to form in them even though you didn’t need to see it to know what kind of face you were making.

Again, he took his time, never breaking eye contact, but grabbing you by your arms and supporting you, slowly guiding you to your knees. He sat you down, sparing you the inevitable crushing of your body to the floor just before your strength threatened to give out. Sliding his hands to yours, the illusion between his real body and the fake one became a thorn in your perception, alerting you that something was wrong. But you were already aware that everything was wrong even if the shock didn’t give you the pass of realization yet. Like a puppy, you stared up at him as you waited for an answer. After all, seeing how he could eradicate lives with the click of his tongue, what was one more human to an entity like Death?

“There, now,” Death sighed, peaceful, content, not an inch of remorse. “I want those pretty eyes on me for a while longer, Human.”

Cupping your cheek, Death brushes his thumb over your skin, mesmerized by your features as he admired you, his gaze barely shifting from yours. “You have no idea how lonely it is to be unseen. How ungrateful humans are for the work I do.”

His voice trailed off as his thumb reached your lips, an audible breath escaping him as he traced them too. His words almost made you feel sad for him, but the iciness of his touch robbed you of your logical emotions, instilling fear inside you instead of this creature so much more powerful than you, way beyond human capabilities. “But not you. You… see me. You are special. Indeed, your eyes are…”

For a moment, he got lost in the softness of your lips, his thumb as inquiring of their softness as it was deadly cold. Then his gaze jumped back up at yours, a sharp intake of air filling his illusion of a chest as he met yours confidently. “They are mine.”

“My… eyes?” you whispered, the blatant disregard of the horror all around you only overshadowed by his honeyed voice that seemed to pierce right into your brain, spreading there and overshadowing every thought. You didn’t shudder anymore, didn’t flinch. Everything felt settled and calm, even sitting amongst the bodies. The fear you felt looking at him was but a soft humming remnant of instinct. It must have been one of his abilities, but you didn’t even feel scared when he declared your eyes as his.

“You are,” he added. “I have been given a reward for my hard, ungrateful work. It’s you.”

“M-Me?” Finally, you managed to snap out of the trance he put you under. Jerking away from him seemed logical to you but upset Death greatly, the swirls of gold growing restless in his eyes, spinning back and forth. You realized that was the reason for your sudden change in demeanor, his eyes downright hypnotic, so you looked away quickly to avoid that.

“But… I’m just me! I am just a human! I haven’t done anything to you, I’m just living my life, and eventually… I’ll die.”

Gulping, you regretted your own words. If someone knew about human’s mortality, it was Death, and he had showcased just how easily he could take a life if he wanted, even if you weren’t sure about the legality. Then again, were there even rules for Death? You wouldn’t know. Perhaps these people were meant to die, and he just quickened the inevitable.

“No,” he stated, the word as clear as day, even if his choice seemed weird. It brought you out of your shell, and the moment you glanced up at him, his fingers captured your chin, directing you to face him even if you wanted to crawl away instead. “I won’t let you die. You are mine.”

You wanted to say something, your mouth opening, but his thumb came down to rest on your lips again, an eerie, “Shh, be quiet now, Human. Let me do my work so we can leave.”

You had no choice but to watch as Death stood up again, tearing his eyes from you as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Looking through the room, he merely lifted his hand, the scythe you knew from the past and from the depictions of artists, appearing in his grip, a swift swing cutting the souls from the bodies.

Death was uncomfortable in that you heard all the bodies take their last breath at once, slowly making you realize they died because of you. Because, as weird and unthinkable as it was, this entity seemed to have waited for his opportunity to get close to you. Everyone else was just a nuisance he had to take care of. But it was also uncomfortable how the blue flames erupted from his hand and transferred to the next best wooden thing—the table you had taken cover behind—burned you even from far away. As well as how cold and boney the hand he held out to you was, offering you help to get away from the quickly spreading hellfire and dooming you to something beyond your imagination.

But he was indeed simple, never lying, never too late, not even from taking your hand when you wouldn’t give it to him voluntarily, pulling you off the ground effortlessly and saving you from the quickly spreading fire licking at you. He wasn’t wrong that he wouldn’t let you die even though you two stood in a room ablaze, nothing harming you as he enveloped you in his arms, keeping you off the ground and safe. “My human,” he whispered, affectionate beyond measure, and for a that reason, it didn’t sound like a lie either. “Let us depart now.”

Squeezing your eyes closed, you only felt a draft of wind. The next time you opened them, you stood in midair above the city you lived in, an instinctual fear of falling overcoming you. You grabbed onto his coat tightly, and Death pressed you closer to his body, no longer that of a human but that of the grim reaper you witnessed at your first funeral. And yet, his skeleton arm held you tightly, only the threat of falling remaining, but never the actual act.

It was then that it finally dawned on you that, perhaps, you were not as lucky as you thought. All the years of escaping death and harm suddenly didn’t seem like the universe looking out for you. No, rather, one very specific being. The only one that would hold you tenderly in his arms as he looked out for his next job and stared at you from within the darkness of his eyesockets as if he had to burn your reflection into the endless depth. You realized quickly you couldn’t find your voice to ask him what he had planned for you. What was going to happen now to you, your life, everything. Your body shook in his hold, your lungs almost incapable of breathing in as you began hyperventilating. But out of your tired, confused, and scared mind, you thought the skeleton’s face changed into a grin even without you asking the questions out loud.

Death shushed you gently, rubbing your back as he made his scythe appear again. He must have found a new target, all while you grew limb in his hold, the tension fleeting as he kept hushing you. His voice was just as hypnotic as his eyes, and you settled against him, a mix of fear and anxiety only manifesting in a drop of sweat running down your forehead. “Everything is fine. I am here for you now. I won’t let you get away from me again, my Human. We’ll be together for all eternity.”

And suddenly realized you were never supposed to be scared of death.

But Death was a whole other thing.

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yanderend · 1 year

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Yandere Entity (OC) x Gender Neutral Reader

Yvetan, The Anomaly Headcanons

A posessive, non-human yandere trapped in a facility after warping from an alternate universe (and almost breaking yours.) You're their favourite human— and they'll be damned if anyone else is your favourite angel.

The Anomaly is sure that they came to your world for a purpose— to fulfil their job as an angel. They just weren't sure what it was ... Until they met you.

You got to talk to them once, and that's all they needed. In an instant they felt drawn to you, their heart feeling physically pained the moment you excused yourself to leave.

'I will see you again?' They asked, more of a demand than anything. You nod politely, and their head starts spinning.

Soon, the facility Yvetan is being held in is dealing with more and more building costs as they find new ways to break out of their room in fits of rage any day they don't see you — your presence acting like an addictive substance.

They were under the assumption, with all the focus on their arrival, that you're their doctor. That your time is equally spent on The Anomaly as they spend time thinking about you.

Imagine their rage when they find out you've been researching other creatures aside from them.

Yvetan has never understood the phrase 'don't shoot the messenger,' and that leads to quite a number of deaths on the way to find you.

In their mind, you were bonded, soul-bound; and they were meant to be your guardian. Nobody else should guide you, or tell you what to do- That was their divine job alone.

After that case, the research team decided the best thing to do would be to keep you working there, but this time with much more one-on-one time with The Anomaly. That was the only way they could negotiate with Yvetan to stay in the compound and not escape, causing chaos.

'Don't be afraid, now— You were made for me, my dear...' They speak in a fractured voice, half-phasing out of reality.

They know something's wrong— The scientists that prod at them never refer to them as an angel, and they've never been this emotional before. They start having episodes of fear, where they're not sure of who they really are.

During these (albeit non-destructive) breakdowns, you act as a comfort to them. Yvetan hates being so fragile around you— but as long as your focus is only on them, anything goes.

If you're ever scared of them, The Anomaly will only take that as a sign to keep you to themselves, essentially kidnapping you. After all, why would you be scared if it wasn't someone poisoning your mind with lies?

You'll be well looked-after any time you spend with them; Yvetan abuses their powers to summon anything that would comfort you— food, music, you name it.

Don't dare speak of anyone or anything else, though. Or it will all be gone in an instant and replaced by a manic, violent outburst with flickering lights and unnatural sounds.

#The Anomaly #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere entity #yandere

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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Interdimensional

Fem!Spirit: Lydia

Sentient Objects

AI: ✓PAAI

#yandere ghost #yandere #yandere entity #interdimensional #creatures #yandere ghost masterlist #yandere inhuman #yandere ai #yandere robot #yandere other masterlist

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suiana · 8 months

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(yandere! french fry chef entity x gn! reader)

"it's too salty!"

"it's too bland!"

"these are so soggy!"

you were always complaining about fries. no matter how good or bad they were, you always had something to say about them.

especially to his fries. that weird french fry chef at this new restaurant near you.

it's not that his fries were bad. it's that they were too good. and you were suspicious of it. i mean what could he have possibly put in them to make them so delicious?

"you! where's your fry chef?!"

"dearest customer please-"

"i need to talk to you fry chef now!"

the cashier sighs, disappointed that you weren't looking for her. however, she goes and calls for the chef, desperate to meet your demands.

you wait impatiently, tapping your foot against the floor as the cashier slowly returns with a tall figure dressed in white. your grimace returns as you point an accusing finger at the french fry chef.

"you! what did you put in your fries!"

the chef looks down at you, neck tilting in a weird angle before he answers in an oddly deep voice.

"cum."

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere french fry chef entity #yandere french fry chef entity x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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tutterypuff · 7 months

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tbh though if you look at the older episodes, Betty was always like absolutely 100% fully and irrevocably unhinged, and her going insane was barely a departure from the status quo at all

like this woman is and always was nuts, and I think it's for everyone's benefit that they're both equally obsessed with each other, because that means nobody else ever has to get involved with their fucked up dynamic

I think it's less that she put her life on hold for Simon's benefit, but that she's a scary lady who knows exactly what she wants, and what she wants is a relationship with a nice autistic guy who's really into femdom

#simon petrikov #betty grof #fionna and cake #adventure time #and she's valid for it #like remember that time she jumped through a random time portal to 1000 years in the future and entered a magical world #and then shoved half dead simon off of a magic carpet literal seconds after hearing the thing that removed his powers #and went there and fucking murdered the entity that was doing it less than fifteen seconds after showing up #this woman is fucking deranged #that's not codependency #that's something else entirely #she's on an absolutely different level #she doesn't need him but she wants him and he needs her and honestly that's fine #they both have something therapy cannot fix #nobody should even be permitted to try #like they need to be isolated with each other forever #I hazard to say that she would straight up be doing yandere shit if Simon were even fractionally less into her

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mysticmellowlove · 3 months

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ENTITY CO - LEON

note; welcome to the first post from my new series, I'm hella stoked about this, give the people monster yans!

warnings; sub yan, sub male, a/b/o, monsterfucking, dom reader, yan male, male reader, possessive/territorial, monster caulk!, omega reader, anal,

Entity; Werewolf - Leon. Unnatural strength, enhanced senses, transforms under the light of the full moon, infectious, widespread, weak to silver

"I know you've had a long week O3." My lips pursed as I looked up towards the handler who looked after my section. ENTITY was a new and rising enterprise dealing with relocating hybridized 'monsters'. I, however, was an in-house monster which simply meant I'd be staying here for the rest of my life. It was not the best job but at the end of the day all my needs were fulfilled and I was only a couple of tasks below platinum, the tier when the real privileges set in.

"But we're having some trouble with Leon again, he's mid-rut and refuses to fuck any of our other omegas. You're the last one we can come to." The handler looked down at me from his balcony as I nestled into the furs that comprised my nest. I had just gotten done with helping two other alphas with their ruts and now... now they want me to do it all over again. I grit my teeth and tried my best to pretend as if I wasn't completely drained dry. Day after day of helping men who barely gave me another glance had really grinded my gears and now I have to help Leon?

Notorious for rejecting omegas, sometimes even going so far as to maim them and leave their dead bodies for his handlers to find, and prone to extreme violence and isolation... Leon was by far one of the worst werewolves held in ENTITY's facilities.

"So you want me to go in there and help him out?" I scoffed as I looked upwards. They nodded because, of course, it had to be my responsibility to deal with all the hardasses here. With a simple shrug and a sigh, I was on my way to the isolation ward.

The isolation ward is the home of the most dangerous monsters in the warehouse. It was darkened to their liking and the atmosphere was horrific. My instincts were going haywire. This place was awful, the complete opposite of a nice place to rest and create a nest. A bitter feeling grew in my stomach as I was escorted down the hallway by the isolation wardens.

We eventually stopped at one of the doors, Leon's name and species engraved into it. I shook my head in annoyance before the warden himself guided me inside. There were no formalities, no warnings, nothing but a small shuffle and the sound of a lock behind me. This wasn't a simple task, everyone was assuming I wasn't going to make it out of here. I grit my teeth at the gall they had to just sack their most useful omega like this.

However, with the task at hand I focused on the murky haziness of the room. I had to say the forest smell that seemed to permeate the sheets spread in the corner was calling to me, Leon smelt good as much as I hate to admit it.

Movement emerged from the blankets and there he was, the hulking beast that was Leon. He was shirtless, only a pair of beaten-up boxers covering what I knew to be a massive cock. Scars littered his chest as his yellow eyes seemed to pierce my soul from across the room. I hadn't really seen him around before but from the rumours I heard apparently he had been found up in the Alps. His beast was majestic white, mottled with old rusty stains from his time as an apex predator. Now? Now he was a lumbering hunk of meat. It was... sad in a way.

"You're mid-rut, rejecting all other omegas," I stated. I was stalling and I think he knew it as well as he sniffed at the air. I knew he wouldn't be able to scent slick on me, I was tired and not at all aroused to be in this position. Years of acting like someone I wasn't all because I got dragged here to this facility... it had worn me down.

"You smell like three other men." His voice was gravelly, a tone so deep that in any other circumstance it would send shivers down my spine. I swallowed my pride and walked forward, inspecting his makeshift 'nest' with slight disgust. I was wary about him sure but I also had a job to do. This was no place for someone like me to be, it was grungy and dark and hard.

I began to shed my shirt, letting it fall into the muddled mess of blankets below me before I was unceremoniously stopped by a guttural growl. My inner self froze at the sound as it reverberated around the room, frozen in fear as his clawed feet audibly approached me.

"Who the fuck did this?" He whispered low, his head leaning into my neck as he scented me, trying to find the last male I was with. I coughed to clear the uncomfortable feeling. Before I could say anything he slid his hand around my face and clasped my mouth shut.

"I know what you'll say, 'it was nothing' but it isn't is it. You don't know me but I've been waiting for you. Years..." The weight in his voice was palpable as I smelt the sweat and rolling scent from his hand. My muscles were taut as his claws trailed down to the bruises and scars on my back.

"They tried everything to get me to calm. I call them sacrifices, which they tried to appease me with when I arrived. But you, you were in the middle of it. A simple throwaway scent that I'd be tracking down for months after my arrival. Leather and lemon tang, so fucking indulgent." My eyes fluttered as I could do nothing but listen to him. I didn't remember that day at all, all I knew was that I was helping the newer omegas settle in, could my scent have entangled with theirs? Was that why he was able to sense me?

In a room full of ripened omegas he found my scent.

"I stalked the halls, cries and calls from all the other hybrids here couldn't get me off that fucking scent and just when I thought I found it... they locked me up here." He growled, his teeth beginning to nip at my neck, my gland. My eyes widened in alarm. There was one big rule between all the werewolves here, no marking. Absolutely no marking, we were here to be hired out after all. I felt my heartbeat rise as his teeth grew closer to my sweet spot. My legs grew weak but as I suspected he was holding me up, the hard muscles in his chest pressing against my now unclothed back.

The small trickle of slick that left me made me ashamed for a moment, to think that such an animalistic man could get me going like this after everything I had tried to do to solidify myself here. I didn't want to be an omega...

"Fuck, there you go. Getting wet for me now, aren't you? There's that smell I love so much. The bite of leather, the hint of lemon, the smell of sweat." He grunted as his hips rocked into my ass, his hard cock basically fighting to be free of his boxers.

"There's something about you, something I could sense from the very first time I detected you." He whispered, his free hand going to trail to my underwear, tugging on them until the elastic snapped back to my hips.

"You're exactly what I need, something no one else can give me." My breathing stuttered as his hand left my mouth and he pulled away. I turned to look at him, wondering if he meant what I thought he did. Did he know, how did he know? My mind seemed to fizzle out like a sparkler, I hadn't even met with him beforehand and he seemingly already knew everything about me.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me in, his towering figure loomed over me almost in a protective huddle.

"I know you want to." He whispered, his tone salacious as he looked me in the eye. His claws left my hips and wrapped around my wrists as he brought my hands upwards to wrap around his neck, bearing it to me. My breathing stuttered.

"Fucking ruin me omega, teach me who's the bitch in this relationship." And just like that I couldn't help the wetness gather in my boxers, nor could I stop myself from turning in his grasp and wrapping my arms around him. Harshly I pressed my mouth to his, taking advantage of his crouched height. It was all teeth and tongue, my teeth basically tore into his lips as I willed him to open it. His eyes fluttered shut as he let me in, not even competing with me as I explored his mouth.

He was hot-blooded against me, his arms crowding around me as he gently nudged me towards his gathering of blankets. I nearly recoiled at the dingy feeling and the harshness of the ground.

"First mode of action we're going to have to overhaul this horrific nest," I grunted as I flipped him over, with his help of course, and sat on his waist. He looked sheepishly up at me, a pretty pout on his lips.

"Sorry, I tried..." I silenced him by shoving my fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

"You said you wanted to be treated like a bitch? Then sit pretty and shut the fuck up." I growled as his pupils seemed to blow out, his eyes nearly completely enveloped in black. I pressed my hips into him, letting the sheer size of his cock nestle against my ass before I decided that enough was enough. I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to break at the feeling of me.

I pulled my hands back so I could undress myself. His eyes seemed to rove over my figure, the occasional grunt and growl leaving him as he took notice of the many marks my other 'partners' had left on me. I could basically feel the intensity roll of him, the heady scent of an angered alpha, one so similar to a mate protecting their own.

"Fuck, look at you. Bet I'll be able to slide right in." He groaned as his head fell back to the tangle of blankets behind him. A content sound left my throat as I looked at his bare neck. I could feel my hands tense as I fought the urge to nip at him.

"Please, let me feel you. Let me take you, let me become wholly yours." For a moment he sounded vulnerable as he looked up at me, a shine in his eyes. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock, pulsating and hot I eased him into my hole. If I weren't currently in the haze of sex I would've been embarrassed at the ease it went in, the amount of slick I had produced prompted no issue for his large dick to nestle inside me.

The sounds that reverberated around the room were primal and audacious. The sound of his cock rocking into me was punctuated with the squelch of my arousal. I breathed out a sigh as I felt that particular emptiness be filled.

His hips seemed to shudder at the feeling of being inside me, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out an exhaustive groan. Immediately his hands found purchase on my hips but he didn't move me. He really was giving up all control to me, fighting against what I assumed to be his roaring instincts to let me fuck him into oblivion.

I did exactly that, raising and slamming my body down on him as if I was trying to impale myself on his cock. I felt it pulse in my ass, hitting all the spots that made me want to keen into him. My hands wrapped around his neck as I used him to drive myself down deeper... harder.

A hoarse growl left him as his eyes opened and watched me, my expression and my sweat-shined body above him.

"So fucking beautiful. Fuck!" He cried out at the brutal rhythm I had set for myself, lost in the feeling of ecstasy and domination.

"Take all of me, my cock, my breath, my life. It's all yours, whatever you want." He continued to babble on, his words breathy as I stole his air. I began to feel his cock swell inside me, anticipation pulled at my walls as I felt my own dick twitch. Like a sudden wave, I felt my orgasm come over me, sticky cum painted his chest as he growled out in satisfaction.

"That's right, mark me pretty boy. I belong to you, fuck I belong to you." His hands stroked my cock, pulling the last strings of cum from me. He was greedy as his finger traced over my lip, gathering the musk onto his hand before he licked it off. A rumble left him as he tasted me. I huffed as I slammed my hips down, half weary from the feeling of pleasure enveloping me, and felt his cock swell in my ass. His knot formed as I slumped down onto his chest, the feeling of sticky cum being shared between us. I could feel him in the most intimate parts of me, filling me up with his seed.

His hands went to the back of my head as he pressed me into his neck, the smell of his musk seemed to wrap around me like a blanket. I felt myself grow sleepy as I unwillingly nestled into him, unable to fight the sense of protection I felt around him as he enveloped my body completely.

"Sleep precious one, I'll be here when you wake." He hummed as I finally found myself letting my exhaustion take over me. My day had been long and even though I wanted to sleep in my own nest I found that being here wasn't so bad after all.

Leon coddled the male to his chest as he breathed out in tune with him. Finally, he had his precious omega in his arms. Since day one he had been looking for him, the one they called O3. How demeaning he thought, to be given a number instead of a name. But now he was here and he wasn't O3 anymore, not to him at least. His precious omega, his life, his love, his muse.

He didn't care about the blood he spilt in his endeavour to find him. All those other omegas couldn't even hold a candle to him. Their desperation and submission disgusted him, the wanton moans that were so obviously fake. Not like his omega, the guttural sounds from his chest were real and his alone. He made him feel that way, not anyone else. Not one of the other alphas he had been forced to service, never again.

The door to his 'cell' opened and his main warden walked in, in his hands a bag to clean up what they assumed would be a mess. They stopped in their tracks as they saw the two bundled up together. A feral growl left his throat as he watched them intently.

"Have his stuff moved here." He said as he looked at them, their eyes surveying the room as if it were hiding something. When they didn't answer he gently pulled himself out of his warmth and laid him against the blankets.

He stood to his full height, uncaring about his slicked cock as he prowled over to the warden. Before they could do anything his hands were around their neck, heaving them up into the air.

"They're mine." He growled, his eyes flashing a disturbing yellow as he bared his teeth to them. He looked towards the camera in the hallway outside, knowing that others would be watching him. With a snide grin, he brought his other hand to the warden's head and dug his claws into them.

Their skull broke with a satisfying pop.

His eyes locked onto the camera, his mind making up what would be happening in the warden's offices at this very moment. He threw the limp body outside of his cell and turned around swiftly, letting the metal door click shut behind him.

#sub male #dom reader #sub yandere #yandere male #male reader #monster yan #oc entity #monster yandere #yandere x reader

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Here's my second request, it is fox M.X.E.S from FNAF: Ruin.

So, since they are a virtual security system, this could work if reader was a mechanic or technician and finds one V.A.N.N.I mask for the first time. In the beginning M.X.E.S stalks reader, but since they aren't trying to turn off the parental nodes, the virtual entity starts being less hostile, even letting reader roam through the virtual world(?). But, as more the rabbit watches the worker, more they want to keep them there, after all, there's no one else in this place.

If i remember correctly, in some point of the DLC, M.X.E.S uses some devices to lock Cassie inside the network and kill her, so he could use those same devices on reader, unabling them from removing the mask.

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Oh! You were the one that did the Fluffy AU! Mangle? Got it, cool! Here you go :)

M.X.E.S/The Entity is referred by both "They/Them" and "It" in this.

Yandere! M.X.E.S/The Entity Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Sentient AI, Manipulation, Imprisonment implied, Forced companionship.

M.X.E.S is another strange case.

They are purely AI with no real "body".

They're meant to keep The Mimic in check due to being a security system.

For the sake of this concept I'll say they have some sentience.

You can only ever see them with a V.A.N.N.I mask so theoretically they'd be easy to avoid.

In theory....

If you are a mechanic/technician then obtaining a mask is easy.

You're given one as a Class V technician, the process of integrating is a bit painful but you get through it.

M.X.E.S would be more of an observing yan for the most part.

You were sent there for some reason, due to your job it's most likely related to obtaining some tech for recovery.

Who knows, maybe Gregory or Vanessa sent you.

Due to M.X.E.S not seeing many people in this place and noticing a presence through the mask, they follow you from a distance at first.

Perhaps even sent to recover the ruined animatronics (Chica, Monty, Roxy, maybe Freddy).

M.X.E.S knows its goal, it's meant to prevent The Mimic from escaping.

But unlike Cassie... you leave the nodes be.

As a result the rabbit AI no longer sees you as a threat.

You are registered as a technician and are meant to be here....

So, the rabbit tries not to bother you.

Yet that doesn't mean they fully leave you alone.

You give the AI something/someone to focus on when it isn't hunting intruders.

As a result you may begin to view the black rabbit as some sort of companion.

You may even recognize it as a security system so you know it means no harm.

The rabbit AI may look scary, yet it's on your side...

Right?

In fact the AI may try to offer you comfort.

After all, you're the only living human here right now.

M.X.E.S would not lure any enemies towards you to be hostile.

In fact they just want to help you with your job.

Things only go bad when they realize what happens when the job is over.

Once you have what you want, you'll leave.

You'll leave The Entity all alone.

This would be when the rabbit turns on you.

The devices you were speaking about are called "AR Jammers" if I remember correctly.

They can be used to lock you out of the mask... or lock you in.

I can see M.X.E.S deciding to cut you off when your job is nearly done.

They set up an AR Jammer or two around the ruined Pizzaplex to prevent you from removing the mask.

The rabbit mask feels like it's fused to your face... no matter how hard you try to pull at it.

You immediately turn to the culprit, the floating glitchy security program staring at you with eager eyes.

You realize what it's done and begin to plead.

The Entity only shakes their head.

At this point they feel you belong here... they feel they should keep you here just like The Mimic...

Then they can have you all to themselves.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere fnaf ruin #yandere mxes #yandere m.x.e.s #yandere the entity

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scarymath · 1 month

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dio being a silly lil guy :3

#LAUGHING MANIACALLY I CAN DRAW WHATEVER I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my art #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #original character #demon #yandere #also this is based on a dream i had where dio was a killer in dbd hence the entity creeping up in the background lmao #dio gnosis

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Oh my- whorshipper god??

Oh my- Imagine them encountering reader, the poor human, doing their mundane and casual routine, when suddenly, an majestic being appear infront of them, and reader being an religious person, try's to bow, but before they could ever try-

The being bow to them, not even daring to meet their eyes, ashamed to have appeared infront of the being they consider supreme and in their own vision.

Reader is confused, while the god is ecstatic while apologizing from their sudden appear and the waste of their little humans time (even if I'm pretty sure they don't understand the concept of it since one year must be the same as second to them).

The stars fall from the heavens; whisking across the tinted sky and to the earth below. The universe reveals itself to you in brilliant streaks of whites and blues. A nightly stroll led you to the center of a previously forecasted meteor shower. Your current position gave you the perfect sight of the feat. A smile crosses your face as another crashes from the sky; mind deep in wonder towards what wish you'd like to humor before it ended. In the moment you feel truly at peace, and one with yourself and the world around you. Completely whole.

"Is there a desire you long to be fulfilled, my grace?"

You open your eyes. When had they closed in the first place? The celestials align before your eyes; their shimmer growing brighter as they cluster together. A flash of white light flares in front of you; lingering as you look into the face of whatever stood before you. You assume this to be its face, as you can vaguely make out the silhouette of something within the light. It was as if a literal star was now before you; burning your retinas and psychic the longer you stare. You quickly shut your eyes.

"My sincerest apologies. I forgot my form is harmful to the human mind. Even one such as yours"

The being's face implodes on itself; the aura that radiates from it trapped beneath layers of skin in a similar fashion to a closing umbrella. It shrinks slightly in sizes, but still looms over you; dressed in black robes that remind you of a church attendees formal garbs. Strange patterns were inscribed into their flesh. They make your head spin whenever you try to focus on them; the whisper of a dead language no mortal should ever witness.

Even in this humanoid shell, you could tell this being was a power like no other. A God or like-minded deity with an unknown agenda and you playing part. Your legs buckle as you almost fall to your knees. You are unsure if this is your God, but feel you should coward in its presence. In a bizzare twist of fate, that's exactly what it does to you.

The deity kneels to the ground; head near the tips of your shoes. They hold their hands up to you in a prayer; their voice quivering despite how it rattles around in your brain.

"Forgive me, my lord. For I have crossed your path without permission. I simply couldn't contain myself after seeing how you gazed at the stars. It was utterly spectacular."

You struggle to find the words to speak - something that was already impossible before their speech. This - this heavenly creature was apology? And to you? It must be a trick of your rapidly decreasing mental state. The deity senses your confusion. It drops its hands and fumbles with the fabric of its robes.

"I can tell you have trouble grasping the situation. I do not blame you, only ask that you continue to heed my words. I have existed in your reality since the dawn of your kind. I grew tired of my place amongst the stars, and took interest in watching your kind. Never before have I seen another like you. You've sewn the wounds of loniness in my heart with only your existence. You are a treasure to forever behold. My savior."

A flush breaks across its face; cheeks tinted a faint blueish color. It grows more and more excited with each word that fumbles from its mouth; fidgeting in ecstacy from just being near you. You're still unable to properly respond.

"I know I've taken up much of your time and I am sorry. It Is important to you. I only wish to offer you by service as your loyal follower. The line between reality and fiction will bend to your whim if you allow my aid. I give my all to you, my dear grace."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere god #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #tw yandere #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere monster #yandere entity #yandere teratophilia #gender neutral reader #Dea my oc

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Dear Diary

Gender Neutral Journal Entity x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Diary monster, murders, no smut, not romantic, one-sided platonic, over protectiveness, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 463 (I hope you all enjoy this little drabble, who doesn’t love a good murderously protective yandere to start off October?) That journal you had recently gotten as a gift from a friend was no ordinary journal. In fact it was not a journal at all. It was a murderous creature that mimicked being a journal to get close to its unwary human prey. It slowly accumulated strength from feeding on the emotions written into it and when it was strong enough it would manifest in its full humanoid form and finish off its owner. It had been given to you during your birthday celebration, everyone knew how you loved to read and write and it was such a high quality journal. You started using it right away. Strangely you could not seem to go anywhere without it and were always writing in it. You used it as a diary, writing into it all your innermost thoughts and experiences that you did not want to share with any sentient friend. But the journal knew. It felt what you felt and absorbed all your thoughts and feelings as they became a part of it. It had all intimate knowledge of all of your struggles, and the emotions you felt from them, embedded into it. Despite all the trials you had managed to overcome in your life your soul remained kind. It quickly became fascinated by and protective over you. It simply had to protect a being as kind and gentle as you from the horrors of this world! It was itself a horror so it knew first hand that a monster might hurt someone as vulnerable as you. But that was okay, once it had enough energy accumulated you would have it to protect you! You write about your awful boss abusing and exploiting you and in general making your life miserable? How dare they!? Don’t worry, that boss would not be coming in on Monday. You write about how that bitch of a coworker stole your lunch again for the fourth time? Can’t you see they are trying to starve you to death!? Don’t worry, your diary knew how to protect you, it could do the hard stuff since you were too pure to. Oh, and if you ever write about someone physically hurting you in some way? Well, there would definitely be a new missing person in your town, and they certainly did not meet a quick or painless end. Anytime it deemed someone as needing to be eliminated it would just manifest into its humanoid form and slip out in the dead of night to take care of business before returning to the exact position that you had left it. It would never let you become aware of what it was, you were too fragile for that knowledge. And it was content with simply protecting you and being written in by you.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere diary #yandere journal #yandere exophilia #gender neutral yandere x reader #gender neutral yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #my OC #my OC diary/journal entity

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