yanderes x reader [scent of the dead]

[R/D]chapter fifty five: a sweetly sour song.

(Y/n) POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Im glad Conny gave me this stick, its a really useful cane for my foot....he's nice, he couldn't be what Toby is telling me...right? I want to trust Conny, he helped me when Jack died, but at the same time...i cant give him an alibi for Sam's disappearance. He wasn't around when that happened, i never saw him until the morning it was announced.

"Alex!! Where are you..?!"
I call out, limping along the lobby of the mall.

I stop at the middle of the mall, staring at the eerie beauty...i must be pretty far into the mall by now, hopefully Axel was kidding about hunting me.

"Sweet love of mine, i beg of you...hold your head up high.."
A soft, but heavily accented voice sings, the sound echoing over the mossy and crippling walls.

"...hello?"
I mumble.

"For you may be...a mask through i cannot see, but sweet love of mine, i know you see me.."
The voice continues....it sounds like a woman.

I cant tell which area the singing is coming from, it bounces over every surface, i lean on the cane and take out my gun, aiming it at random walls.

"Masked marvel you may believe that this is all a fever dream, but trust me when i say you should believe..."
The woman sings along, i hear it from behind me and immediately turn, shooting my gun, the bullet hits a wall as the singing continues.

"Je te connais depuis plus longtemps que tu ne me connais, je connais tes peines et tes regrets..."
The woman sings on....i cant understand it anymore. I continue to brandish my gun, fearful that this may be some sick killer.

"But my love so fair, with my final gasp of air..."
The woman prolongs, it seemingly gets louder among the walls.

Silence rings amongst the barren building, my hand shakes with the gun holstered in it as my eyes dart across the place...this is much worse than los muertos.

"Je m'assurerai que leur écriture ne puisse pas m'arrêter...~"
The woman whispers into my ear, i turn to shoot at the one responsible for it, but its slapped out of my hands.

"Ah, fuck!!"
I shout.

"Ah...J'étais tellement éxcité...i apologize for surprising you. Although i do think that the gun was a worse gesture."
The woman says.

"...if you sing in a creepy empty mall, you're bound to get shot."
I say, she giggles.

"I guess that is fair, but this place is my quiet world...le mort never seem to have come here."
The woman says.

"Oh, so i guess i just walked into your home, huh?"
I mumble...did i really almost shoot an innocent woman in her own home?

"It is a quite curious action you took...why are you injured?"
The woman asks.

"There was a storm a while ago that i got caught in, me and one of my friends were running...and my leg got caught in a deep pothole and just kinda snapped when i fell."
I explain.

"Ah, that sounds very horrible...!"
The woman exclaims.

"It was, but i feel a lot better, my friend even gave me a walking stick to lean on."
I say, motioning to the very stick im still leaning on.

"Oh! I had forgotten to introduce myself...i am Jarrie, although i would much prefer if you would call me 'Jay'."
Jay says.

"Okay, im (y/n)."
I say.

"I'm very happy to have met you, (y/n)!"
Jay exclaims, smiling brightly.

I examine her for just a second...she looks really pale, and her hair is so messy, but her clothes look very clean.

"Hey! There you are!!"
A voice shouts...Conny!

"Conny, hey! I met a girl..!"
I exclaim.

"Hello!"
Jay chirps.

"Hello Girl! Now back to what im here for. Axel found Alex and they're fighting, we need you to help us cause Oliver tried to break it up and...well, they punched him, now he's not moving."
Conny explains.

"...what?"
I mumble.

"Yeah, we need help...and the Author needs some fucking sleep, it feels like these chapters keep getting more angsty, and the characters are getting more eerie."
Conny says...his game of playing book hero confuses me, what does that last part even mean?

"tu sais aussi? How strange. I am very excited to know your friends, (y/n), let us go..!"
Jay exclaims, i guess she kind of invited herself into the group, fine with me.

I step away for ten fucking minutes and the group falls apart...i feel like a parent, watching over a ton of toddlers with anger issues, was this how Cher felt when she raised me? Man, i really feel sorry for her.