cookie run reader oneshots.

yandere/yangire espresso cookie.

triggers-obsessive love disorder, manipulation, m*rder, gore, blaming
requested by- @Janabanana_XD
third pov-

"oh darling, why so cold now?"
he bellowed, his mocking presence enough to bring you to shame. your figure had resided to hide itself below the coffee table, where the smell of coffee beans, instant ramen, and blood made it's stay. the man with robes crouched down to meet your height, his hand patting your head.
it felt wrong.
all too wrong.
the only sound that could be heard was the breath of yours, as he inched himself over, circling you like a snake, before saying,
"honey, you know how i'd hate to knock things off my bucket list on such short notice. though, it wouldn't hurt if needed. what about i bring you a gift, hm? a gift like a certain violin player. surely you'd like him as an ornament at our doorstep correct?
it'd be your fault, you know.
your fault.
all your fault."
you only pursed your lips in fear. it would be your fault. if you didn't listen to me the man in front of you, mint choco would've been dead. you could prevent it, and if you didn't, you'd just be a selfish rat.
you nodded, climbing out from under the table, espresso's expression changing to a ever so joyous one, enveloping you into a hug. it felt so cold, so disgusting. you could've thrown up.
but you couldn't.
because you're a coward.
"i see we've cleared that up. now, help me with this experiment would you?"
he pushed up his glasses in a happy gesture, taking a vial of an unknown substance that swayed in the container. he handed it to you, but he pushed it against you forcefully, as you scrambled to hold it. even how, he was still obsessed with his passions.
maybe that's where it all started.
"it smells good." he said, beckoning for you to do so. as you did, the scent of something spicy and metallic hit you.
you knew exactly what, or should you say, who it was.
"do you like it? i harvested it fresh this morning! it didn't really struggle, though. just fits of anger."
what?
what.
what, the fuck.
you choked, and you felt the world spin around you into an endless loop.
not again.
the lights from the lamp overhead seem to glare as you felt yourself crash onto the table, the feeling of broken glass pushing itself into your skin. blood spurt out in radial patterns, painting the walls, floor, and even papers a deep shade of crimson. espresso, just watched and smiled casually.
this behavior was normal for him, as he grabbed the medkit near him, taking out some gauze and a bandage roll.
"now now dear, don't you fret. you should've known this would happen. it's your fault for speaking to her in the first place."
the wound, now unexposed to the air, still could be seen as the blood seeped through. you sobbed, acknowledging to what espresso spoke. he smiled, before cradling you in his arms. he hushed you for you to be quiet, and dragged you upstairs, laying you to his bed. he didn't mind if you destroyed his life's work. it was nothing compared to you.
all of this was your fault anyway, right?