The Ram and The Yandere

A "Normal" Morning

Schlatt woke up on a day like any other. He made himself some toast and ate it with his cat Jambo. After that he got dressed for work and went to his car. He drove to the nearby cafe and walked in through the back.

"Hello my pretty princess~" a voice said from the side. Schlatt looked over to see his boyfriend, Wilbur Soot. The ram was blushing slightly from the nickname.

"Hey Wilbur." Schlatt said, grabbing an apron and putting it on. Before he was able to tie it on, Wilbur grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. Schlatt kissed back, pulling away to finish tying his apron.

Wilbur complained about Schlatt pulling away so quickly, causing the shorter to roll his eyes while smiling. Schlatt gave him a quick kiss on the check, before going to clock in for the day.

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"God, customers suck." One of Schlatt’s coworkers, Charlie, said, dragging out his words. Schlatt nodded. The two had been at the counter when a Karen had struck.

Specifically she had gone after Schlatt because her coffee was "One degrees to cold". The worst part about was her throwing her definitely hot coffee at Schlatt.

He was perfectly fine, besides being a little soaked, but Wilbur had practically "babied" him. Schlatt had enjoyed Wilbur taking care of him, even though he would never admit that.

"Yeah, totally. Luckily my shifts almost over." Schlatt replied, before turning his attention to his tall boyfriend. "Actually, Wilbur once both our shifts are over do you wanna go back to mine?"

"I would love to, but I have to do something. I'll be there tonight, alright love?" Wiobur told him, Schlatt blushing slightly from the nickname. He kissed the tall man's cheek, telling him he understood.

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Schlatt woke up in bed, his boyfriend arms wrapped around as he laid on his naked chest. Schlatt rubbed his neck, the "bruises" that Wilbur covered it with stinging ever so slightly.

Schlatt sat up, grabbing the remote on his bedside table. Schlatt had only one TV, but he had it in his room infront of his bed. He turned on the television, it automatically flipping to the local news.

His eyes widened at the sight. There had been a murder in the small city he lived in, but even worse was the fact that he knew the victim. It had been the Karen who threw coffee at him just the day before.

What the hell had happened?