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𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ー none
𝖚 ー none
DON'T IGNORE ME. I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU.
SPARE ME A GLANCE.LOOK AT ME TALK TO ME LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME LOOK ATM E LOOKATMELOOK—
Note: I, in no way, condone yandere behaviour!! There won't be anything specifically explicit, but there will be mentions of stalking, obsessive behaviour, Possessiveness, Removal of people, a smidge of violence!! Yanderes have TOXIC behaviour. If you are uncomfortable with this sort of content, I suggest you skip this chapter as stated in the past chapter!! A reminder that Yanderes are sick individuals.
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ーLAYING on your futon,
you twidled your fingers together. Hearing a knock at your door, you went and opened it, and it revealed Tartaglia. Letting him inside your home, you noticed a folded paper in his hand.
"Tartaglia, what's that piece of paper in your hand?"
"Hm, oh, this? I found this on the floor of your front door, don't really know what it is though..."
Passing you the paper, you opened it up. Eyes widening at the message, you were in shock. Shivers ran up your spine. Your best friend shook his hand in front of your face.
