Oneshots

Blissfully Unaware (2)

Pairing: Bad Endings(assassin)! Noodle x reader
Warnings: Yandere themes ahead (mentions of murder and obsession).
Word count: 511
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Oh how they couldn't wait until you woke up.

And when you did, oh how ecstatic they were, knowing they were the first thing you saw when you came back to the world of the living after leaving the world of slumber. They could easily see your confused, shocked, and dare they say terrified expression once you saw them despite the darken room.

"N..Noodle?"

Your voice took the air out of their lungs. Oh how much they loved your voice. Hearing it, it sent them soaring... despite your voice sounding more tired and weary than they would've liked. They simply tilted their head as you reached for the lamp, lost in your beauty. They were quick to snap out of their thoughts however as your hand got a little too close to the string that turned it on.

They were quick to reach for your hand and pin it down on the nightstand, a scared, terrified expression on their face. Don't turn the light on they thought, a bead of sweat rolling down their forehead. Not yet. They didn't want you to see the mess they were still. They cursed themselves for not cleaning the blood off before they snuck in, before they wired your door open.

"Noodle, what's wrong?..." You asked, your tone oh so soft to them, completely ignoring the obvious fear in your voice. Never in the time you have known the sweet, empty headed crewmate act so... off? And the usual welcoming silence that came from them was now cold, eerie. It was far from welcoming. Instead, they just stared at you, unmoving and with such intensity that you could practically feel it.

How couldn't they? You just looked so pretty under them. Oh, it was like a fairytale, a dream that they couldn't grasp for so long until the right moment. Now that they had you in their grasp, they couldn't let go of you. It honestly felt like a dream they would wake up from any second.

They couldn't help but cup your face in the most gentle way with their free hand, completely ignoring the fact it was covered in blood. But the way you grimace under their touch, feeling their cold, wet hand, smelling the familiar iron made them stop. The grin and love sick expression dropped. They were practically frozen. You weren't sure, but you swear you saw an heartbroken expression on their face.

You tried to call their name, asking what's wrong, but it again fell upon silent ears. It only caused you to panic more. This wasn't- like them at all. Fear began to set in. It wasn't until you squirmed when you actually got an reaction from them, and a not so pleasant one.

Through the darkness, you heard a growl, one practically in your ear, one that made your blood run cold, one that stopped your movements completely fearing the worst. It didn't help that you smelled an awfully familiar scent of iron on them,, all over them,,

Oh, you weren't getting out of this, were you?