Meant to be (DreamwasTaken x OC)

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩

TW- fainting ?

It definitely wasn't a ghost. There was a clear dent in a box sitting next to my couch. Should i call the cops? I should. I will. This 'strong independent woman' act is getting to my head, i'll do it later. I brush off the obvious evidence that someone had been in my apartment and hopped in the shower. I got dressed and left my apartment to take my keys back to the house. When I got there I pulled out a note I had pre written and placed it on the counter. On it was my contact information and my new address, in case any mail still got delivered here and they wanted to send it to my new address, or just call me to pick it up. My desk from Ikea still hadn't arrived, so i would have to pick that up. I took a final lap around the house to make sure nothing of mine was still there. After i was sure it was empty i got back in my car and drove back to my new apartment.

The exterior and interior was super nice, and in a great location. I parked in the parking garage and took the elevator to the lobby. From there it was all stairs, which sucked and didn't make much sense, but I was ok with it. My apartment was on the second floor. Since it was a fairly new apartment building, I didn't have a neighbor across the hall, but from what I was told there is an old man living below me. All the walls were a neutral color through the building. The hallways were a light tan, and inside my apartment was light grey. I unlock my door and throw my coat and bag on the couch. My stomach growls and i go to the kitchen to unpack things so i can cook. I finished putting everything away when someone knocked on my door. Theo's back? I walked over to the door and opened it. "Good day, m'lady." Kaden says smiling. "Hello-" i begin. "Wait a damn minute." Kaden walks past me and into my apartment, closing the door behind him. "Why are you, no, how are you here?" I ask him. This is the part where i should walk out, actually, run out and shut the door. But my stupid ass doesn't. My brain told me to get answers. What answers?

"How am i here? I drove." He says. "No shit, but i didn't tell you i was moving." I say. "Really? No, i'm sure you did." He says. "No. I did not." I say and cross my arms. "Hm, i'm sure you did though." He says, grinning. Another point where I should've ran. I tried actually. My body wouldn't move. "So you have been watching me-" I say quietly. Of course Dream was right. I knew it deep down, but i didn't want to accept the fact that i was being stalked. It just felt like something that would never happen to me, a normal person. But i guess with the bit of fame i've gained from streaming comes with weird experiences. "Oh, you finally noticed. Great. I was tired of getting Dream's attention and not yours." He says, slowly inching closer to me. "My attention? You're still not gonna get it. Get the fuck out dude, or i'll call the cops." I say. I reach for my phone that's usually in my back pocket but it wasn't there. "Looking for this?" He says, holding up my cracked phone. Shit. He sets it on the floor and stomps on it.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, backing away towards the door. Now you wanna move. Should've been done that. "Dei, ever since i met you at BestBuy, i fell in love. And then i found out you were my favorite content creator, and i became obsessed. All i want is you. You're all i think about." He says, walking closer. "And you think following me around is gonna make me reciprocate those feelings?" I ask.

Turn around and run. Leave. Move, body. "Well, i figured out after i saw you and Dream at that little underground cafe that you have eyes for him," He says. "But that wasnt going to stop me. So i decided, if i can't have you, no one can." He says. What in the yandere simulator ...? My body snapped out of whatever it was in and i turned around to open the door, but Kaden had already grabbed my wrists. "Not on my watch." He says, giving me a smile. I try to yank my wrists from him, but there's no use. I kick towards his legs, but he jumps back.  "Stop fucking smiling at me, shitbag. Let me go, or i'll fucking kill you." I say putting up an act. I feel like my legs are going to give out. Fight back. I can't. Try.