▃▃ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐀 ◝
❝why would you need to be anywhere but here with your family?❞
↠ in which she dies but wakes up as her eight year old self with a family who've begun to act strangely.
✧ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂
yandere males & y/n
✧˖*°࿐ 𝐁𝐎𝐎�...
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V - A Sudden Disclosure -
Phil stood frozen in place, eyes locked onto one figure and one figure alone, and took a long and shaky breath of air that felt all too cold inside his lungs.
His fingers which had been wrapped around the scabbard of his sword trembled minutely so, not showing any signs of stopping — but instead the opposite of that.
The longer he stared, the longer his mind struggled to comprehend what it was he was seeing, the more the string inside his mind that held his sanity together began to dwindle.
This is... this isn't real—
He told himself, his mental consciousness sounding louder than anything around him including the wind and animals.
An illusion, that's what this is.
But the more he tried to make sense of the situation the less it did. And what other way to figure something out than to investigate himself?
Taking one hesitantly-eager step forward he flinched. The sound of his shoes crunching against leaves and branches seeming wildly inappropriate at the moment, as he still anticipated for the teenager in front of him to fill the silence with anything but nothing.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
He knelt once closer to them, hand finally moving away from his weapon and towards their shoulder—
When contact was made with theirs everything happened all too swiftly. Phil turned his daughter back facing and was met with the all too familiar expression of death.
Phil let out a scream, falling on his bottom and crawling a bit away from her as he shook his head repeatedly.
"No no no—!" She can't be dead. How is she dead? It doesn't— it doesn't make sense!
The beating of his heart against the ribcage was becoming unbearably painful. His lungs were burning, flames ignited from the insides and scorching the walls of his throat with every forced exhale he made.
Meanwhile, his mind had become a jumbled mess of memories. Reminiscing on who she was as a person, the last memory they'll ever spend together, up until the new one which was made now.
Her lying face down in the dirt, neck in an awkward bent angle, and eyes all but greyed out a shade of emptiness.
Phil wanted to keep screaming until he couldn't anymore. Until his voice left him and until his throat ran raw.
