" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
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* retrogenesis - the process by which degenerative mechanisms reverse the order of acquisition in normal development. this often leads to child-like behavior within dementia patients such as acting childish, or learning things slower than normal.
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" NO! DADDY! PLEASE!" [istg please don't sexualize daddy. y'all are mature enough to know what it means in this context] a young y/n screamed out, feeling the pressure of calloused hands gripping harshly at their wrists, making their skin turn red. father held a stern glare on his face, dragging y/n down the hallways to the shed in the cold rain, making both of their clothes damp.
he pushed y/n harshly out of the way, locking the shed door behind him and opening the small trap doors in the floor, exposing the plain manhole area no bigger than two to three coffins next to each other. you desperately clawed at the shed doors, trying to get out while screaming over and over until your vocal cords hurt.
you felt your father's arms wrap around you, prying you away from the shed door, lifting you off the floor while you tried so hard to flail and get out from his grasp. "PLEASE NO!" you retaliated by putting your foot down on the border of the manhole, trying to stop father from dropping you in like he always did to severely punish you.
however, it didn't work. of course the man's strength was much greater over a child's, throwing you down like a rag doll. your body hit the ground, feeling like a corpse being thrown away carelessly. you saw the darkness of the trap doors beginning to close in, making you reach out with your last bits of strength.
as a last resort, your arms and legs tried so hard to make the door not crash down and lock, a long minute of you and father groaning for preeminence. you felt like your knees were being compressed, your arms giving out. you knew you could never fight back. you always lost. father finally got the trap door closed, slamming it shut and hurriedly locking it, leaving you shrouded in darkness, cold clothes sticking to your skin while the only thing left to do was cry.
