Psychotic Little Conspiracy Fem Yandere x Fem Reader

Chapter 4

"Oh hello Nijisawa-san!" you said cheerfully. The girl. That little fucking skank that dared take your beloved's affections, turned to look at you with a sour expression. "What the hell do you want? Can't you see i'm busy?" she huffed, whipping around. In the pocket of your skirt, your hand nearly broke the knife handle. It took much willpower to not kill her there and now. "Well actually it's (Y/s/n)! He said he wants to meet you for lunch." you lied. The girl did not even notice the deadly undertone in your voice and instead instantly brightened. She placed her hands on her cheeks and gushed.

"Take me! Take me to him immediately!" she shoved you forward, making you stumble a bit. Your cheery expression did not move and you nodded. "Yes! Follow along." you led her aways from the school and at the back. You see, your school was also built near a forest so it honestly did not take long for students to go into it. "Hey! Are we getting any closer? It's creepy out here." The girl questioned, moving to rub her arms. You merely smiled wider. "Yes, we are almost there." she followed you for a good three minutes before you decided that it was far enough away from the school so they could not witness it.

You turned to face her. "Do you know? I am friends with (Y/s/n). He and I are always joking and stuff." truthfully, you had known (y/s/n) for quite a while. That is how you fell for him. The girl in front of you scoffed, her obvious fake-boobs and revealing clothes shifting as she pressed her arms into her breasts. "Please! Like someone as amazing and handsome as (Y/s/n) would ever near a slut like you!" Your quirked an eyebrow. "I'm not a mirror. Besides, you aren't using the word as a proper term here." to piss her off, you raised your index finger, "The definition for Slut is: You." She growled. "Where the hell is he!? You bitch, (Y/s/n) is mine! I fucked him already anyway!"

Her one sentence made your heart clench so strong that when she turned around, you whipped out the knife with such force it cut into your own skin too. You raised it above your head and glared at her back. WOOOSH!- the knife made a sound as you thrusted your arm down. However before it could even touch a hair on her head, your arm stopped. It stayed in place, struggling to move. Like you were frozen. This is wrong. You can't kill her. Don't do it. The voice whispered and whispered, pleading for you to stop. The ironic thing is that it was Yandere-chan's voice that begged you to stop. You let the knife fall to the ground, and kicked it away. The girl turned around the glare at you. "Where is he!?"

Before you could answer, a loud BANG was heard and she fell forward, face down into the ground. Your eyes widened as behind her, stood Yandere-chan. She was holding a large tree branch and you guessed she must've hit her with it. You both nodded to each other and picked her up, you by her legs and Yandere-chan by her arms. "Ugh! Those fake boobs and her ass make her so much heavier!" You giggled, almost dropping the bitch. You finally set her behind the school, (yandere-chan being a good psychopath and bringing the girl's p.e clothes with her and a soccer ball next to her.) She made it look like the girl had passed out with a blow to the head with a soccer ball.

As you two walked away Yandere-chan took your hand into hers and intertwined your fingers. "I'm glad you didn't do it." she said. You smiled at her, "I'm glad i didn't either. Besides, (Y/s/n) isn't even worth it." in an affectionate gesture, your free hand moved to put a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. The back of your hand caressed her cheek as you leaned forward. "You're much much more special." and kissed her forehead. Yandere-chan giggled, swinging your arms back and forth. Even though this sweet moment had happened, you couldn't help but look over at Yandere-chan in a concerned matter.

She was a sweet girl.

She was a sweet girl with jealousy issues.

She was a sweet girl with possessiveness.

She was a sweet girl with psychopathic tendencies.

She was a killer.

And you were turning into her.