The Stalker's Yandere | Niki (Nishimura Riki) • Yandere au

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 6

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"What the-"

I stood in shock next to the other students, some blood on my checks as they way the person was smashed by whatever weapon was fatal. Was it that Anonymous person again?

I stepped back until my legs hit the cinema seat and I almost tripped down. I looked beside me to see Ningning only staring with shock in her eyes, Then I looked at Y/N to see her breathing heavily as she was covered with blood.

"I...."

I quickly covered my mouth as strong nausea as all the components that I once had in my stomach, tried to push their way out of my throat. As I tripped few times, I forced my legs to run outside the hall as few students already ran away and few stayed inside, frozen from the fear.

With one hand covering my mouth, I used the other to slam the bathroom stall door open as I rushed inside and threw up  for harsh three minutes.

"F-Fuck...."

I mumbled with the last few breaths I had as I only sat down unable to move. I forcefully tried to get up as I flushed the toilet and washed my hands and mouth carefully.

"This is disgusting...." I sighed as I splashed myself with water to wake up. The memory of the dead body and the way it looked......it made me want to throw up again.

I only looked at my reflection in the mirror.

'Who the hell is this anonymous person who keeps killing people?'

''Why the heck does he keep on saying we are accomplice??'

Fuck!

"What the heck am I supposed to do now?"

I sighed but then gasped as something important came back to my mind. The knives bag! How could I ever forget about them??

I rushed back to the stalls, checking each one carefully, having a small glimpse of hope of finding the knives and hiding them before the police arrives but it was different.

No matter how hard I looked, the knives weren't any place to be found. No matter how high I looked, no black bag was there.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I cursed as I walked in circles. Where the heck could the bag be? If someone ever finds it......I will be accused and prisoned for being a suspect! Although I did nothing.......I almost did.

" There is no good staying here....I need to go and check up on Y/N."

I left the bathroom to see men roaming around with suits. The Police have arrived.

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"W-What am I supposed to do....." I sighed as I fought hard tears. No, I couldn't even cry even if I wanted to! Someone just died when I was supposed to have fun.....this is the third murder that happened until now.....