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yandere shalnark

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Author: agent_cupcake (on ao3)

title was too long here's the original one 

Yandere Shalnark Prompt: If loyalty isn't enough to keep you by my side, then seven different kinds of locks should do the trick!

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"I thought that... That I could accept it, but-" your voice cracked, strained by the days of crying you'd spent agonizing over this decision. Keeping your red rimmed eyes averted from the pressure of Shalnark's gaze, you cleared your throat to continue. "I've thought about it from every angle, but I can't-" love someone apart of an internationally feared group of criminals.

You'd practiced those words over and over in the hopes you could at least offer him the truth, but your voice cracked again and you couldn't get it out. You weren't even sure you could say their name. Phantom Troupe. Those words felt like acid on your lips.

"-I can't be... with you. Anymore," you finally said instead.

Shalnark was the first boyfriend you'd ever truly had feelings for, and you couldn't even get your mouth to form the words to tell him why exactly you couldn't be in a relationship anymore. Your reason was obvious enough for him to understand without you having to explain, but after everything you'd had together, didn't you owe him the truth?

When you said nothing more, caught in a tangle of thoughts, Shalnark spoke,

"I was afraid of this." he said regretfully with a sigh, drawing your damp eyes up to his. Your breath caught at how unaffected Shalnark seemed. In the pale green of his eyes you saw mild disappointment, not pain. "But I understand."

His casual response rendered you mute.

Really, what more was there to say? Drawing this out would only embarrass you, the tears were already pushing in a hot swell against the back of your eyes and his composure was making it worse.

"I-" hundreds of words caught in your throat, but they were all ashy in flavor. Telling him how much you cared now would only hurt. "I wish the best for you, Shal. You're... I'll never forget you."

Running from the cafe you'd picked as neutral ground to break up with him was not the highlight of your life, neither was ducking into a random corner store to cry in the bathroom. The whole time, all you could wonder was if he'd responded to your last words.

Since Shalnark had told you his secret, that he was an internationally hated criminal, you'd been struck with a nasty streak of insomnia. It was a small mercy that the grief of the days events finally left your exhausted mind wrung out enough to offer the plunge into a state of unconsciousness.

The clicking of a mechanical keyboard was what pulled you up from unconsciousness. A familiar sound from hours spent with Shalnark, it was almost comforting. Instead of letting it actually wake you up, you tossed over to the other side of the bed, pulling your pillow over your head.

But you weren't on a bed. Your turn pushed you into a hard metal surface, and the 'pillow' you tried to throw over your head was just your arm that was deadened and limp from sleeping on it.

The crashing noise of impact woke you up in full, and it also stopped the clicking.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" Shalnark's voice was concerned.

Disoriented and startled, you quickly tried to get up, only to hit your head.

Rubbing the sore spot, you settled for getting a good look at where you had been sleeping. Surreal dread began to creep up your spine as the visual pieces slowly began to register and process. Confined space. Bars. Metal.

You were in a cage.

Shalnark squatted on the other side of the bars to look in at you, his computer setup in view behind him but the room itself unfamiliar to you.

"Shal? What's going on?" You sat up as much as you could, pushing yourself to the bars towards him, eyes wide and pleading and dread turning your stomach.

"I didn't want to have to do this," Shalnark said regretfully.

You froze, a sick feeling hitting you. That regretful tone was the same he'd had when you'd broken up with him. You remembered now, with a clarity brought by fear, that yesterday you had ended your relationship. The last thing you remembered was going to sleep. Alone.

"I don't... I don't understand, Shal. What is this?" Panic was working its way into your voice, a trapped feeling filling your chest, constricting your breathing.

"This? It's a dog cage," he told you, as if confused by the question. Hearing that oh-so-familiar tone of voice made it worse, made you wish for this to be nothing more than a terrifying nightmare.

"Why?" you spoke in a small voice, the only kind you could manage to get out.

"Because," he responded, turning to an expression that could only be described as somewhat cheerful, moving to the door of the cage by your feet and pulling something up for you to see, "If loyalty isn't enough to keep you by my side, then seven different kinds of locks should do the trick!"