- 𝑫𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂 - (Yandere!Levi x Reader)

Part One: The underground

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Walking through the underground city, you felt the soft thud as your footsteps hit the ground. You were silently humming your f/s as you stared at the floor, focusing on your steady steps. You sighed, bringing your hand to your cheek to feel the gashing red mark now forever there to remind you. To remind you that you are weak. It was still bleeding and heat was radiating out of it, but you didn't care. You ignored the pain, staring ahead with your head down.

Your foot got stuck in a crack, causing you to clumsily fall and face plant into a dirty puddle. Scowling, you didn't bother to get up. You sighed, not moving. You would do anything to not go back home. Home? That was no home. It was a nightmare. A constantly fighting, violent nightmare. A nightmare you couldn't wake up from. Hearing footsteps from somewhere behind you, you bolted up.

"Who's there!" You demanded, your wet hands immediately covering your pockets. Glancing around, you saw nothing suspicious. The beat up houses of other pathetic underground people remained silent. Slowing your breath, you strained your ears to listen to the surroundings. Somebody was here. You just couldn't pin where they were. Grabbing a pocket knife from a pocket on your boot, you revealed the blade.

"Show yourself or I'll cut your damn throat out."

Silence. Grinding your teeth, you slowly lowered the knife. Am I going crazy? Are my senses finally giving up? My mind might be playing tricks on me. Sighing, you covered the blade and put it back. Patting your pockets, you tsked. This world is all about wealth and power. These people are pathetic and useless.

Scowling, you continued walking home. Oh how you dreaded going to that sinful place, but you couldn't just leave. If I did leave, I would become as worthless as those scums that live on the streets and enjoy hurting others. And plus, I have to take care of Mary and Kai.

Mary and Kai were the main reason you haven't left your shitty excuse of a father yet. He technically wasn't your father, but your mom's friend's son. Even though he was your mothers friend's son, he tried to touch you many times. You always fought back, and he had enough respect to leave you alone. He never said he loved you, but you would sometimes catch him staring at you with an emotion you couldn't point out. It creeped you out. Your mom had died when you were 4, leaving you with that dirty scumbags Dad to raise you. Danny's dad died during a fight, leaving Danny to watch you when you were 11. You could remember some things about your mom, like how she used to sing to you before bed or how she would promise that one day we wouldn't have to fight for survival. She would talk about the stars, how wonderful they would be. She described them as glittering dots in the sky. Your mom wouldn't go a day without mentioning how she would see the stars one day. Sadly, she didn't live up to see them.

She was brutally murdered right in front of your eyes. Just thinking about it made your eyes water. Apparently, she owed some random bitch money and she wasn't able to pay back. Nobody knows who it was that killed her, because it was only you and her when it happened. You were hiding under the covers in the dirty clothes bin, barely breathing, afraid the man would find you.

"Give me the fucking money, or I'm going to make sure you never see the light of again!" They had ordered mom, slapping her so hard across the face that she fell and hit the floor. Blood was gushing out her nose like a faucet, and she covered her face with her hands. You would never forget his voice. Low. Gruff. Disgusting.

"But I've never even seen daylight..." She whispered, silently sobbing.

The man grabbed her by her hair causing her to scream in pain.

"You want to be sassy with me?" He demanded, jabbing a knife into her thigh. She screamed the most awful scream you have ever heard. It is forever in your mind, always haunting you. Long story short, the man had beaten her to death. You wished you could have done something, but you were too afraid to move. Besides, you were four! No match for a grown man.