Yandere!Volo x Reader

Yandere!Volo x Reader 1

DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE THE FOLLOWING TRIGGER/S

TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, Non-consent, Kidnapping

After defeating Volo, you were sure to never see him again. You felt scared throughout the battle, seeing his crazy smile and how he attempted to use force on you just to get the plates. You made sure to tell all of this to the Professor, which he then told Cyllene and Kamado. They ordered to ban him from the village, and to the clan bases as well. Now, you finally feel safe, or so you think.

Without you knowing, Volo started to gain obsession over you after the battle. His obsession over Arceus has now spiraled down to you, the new divine being in his eyes. The way you gracefully battled, your power, and how you now have a part of Arceus with you have led him to think that you might be Arceus' child. Thinking to himself as he makes these theories, that it's the only reason why you were spat out from the sky, and why Arceus wanted to meet you. Soon, he found himself wandering around, looking for you. He wanted to know you, to study you. Moments of having you with him before were just not enough to unravel who you really are.

The more he silently watched you from afar, the more he noticed that you have become a part of his routine. Sometimes, without any intention of studying your behavior, he finds himself looking after you as leisure. His feelings soon blossomed to a deeper one when one day, you were almost thrown harshly by an Alpha Ursaing. Volo felt the need to jump out from his hiding to help you, for a moment forgetting that you didn't know that he's been stalking you. He snapped back to the reality of the situation when you caught the alpha with just one throw of pokeball. Sighing in relief, he ran quickly away from you, scampering. You heard the snapping of the twigs and cracking of leaves.

You know someone's been following you the whole time, but every time you turn around or try to find the scent using Ursaluna, it always turns out to be just a wild pokemon. Although your gut feeling tells you otherwise. Shrugging it off again when a teddiursa stepped out of the bushes, ignoring that lingering feeling of someone in the shadows. For the whole week, you were so stressed from trying to finish the Pokedex. You're having a hard time completing it as some pokemon were hard to spot, or only appear on rare occasions. You feel hopeless, especially after wasting 20 pokeballs trying to capture a pokemon who ran away after your several attempts. In a fit, you threw your Pokedex on the ground in frustration and sat down to sulk. Volo wanted to help you but not scare you by revealing himself, so he came up with a plan. When you walked away from your Pokedex, he browsed it quickly and noted the pokemons which you haven't captured yet. Coming back to pick up the file, he ran away again, but this time got to work on his plan.

Being in Sinnoh far longer than you, he knows how and where to find those you need. He began capturing those and then conveniently releasing them on the area where you are. The only mistake he made though is to release pokemons not native to that area. At first, you were really ecstatic that you now find easily the pokemons that you need for your Pokedex, but soon it became too convenient for you. Noticing that some of these pokemons were not even native in this area, you became suspicious of what is going on. You told the professor regarding this phenomenon, but even the professor does not know. He suggested that you also investigate it and that perhaps there are still some questions regarding the habitat of these pokemons that you guys don't know yet. Taking his suggestion, you added it to your personal list of tasks to do.

Everything started to become suspicious when you got home that night. After eating a hefty amount of potato mochi, you feel sleepy ready for bed. Feeling ready after taking a bath, you wore your sleeping attire. It was a perfect night as it started to rain, making the climate cooler, more fitting for sleeping. However, moments before you settle on your bed, you saw a figure outside your window. Blinking a few more times, you made sure it was not just an illusion bought by your sleepy state. You rubbed your eyes, and the figure is still there. Slowly the shape of the figure became clear to you who it was. The hairstyle was a familiar sight for you, flashing back memories of your traumatic battle. A jolt of fear pinched your chest, as the figure vanished when lightning struck.