YANDERE Spy x Family [Tangled Threads And Needles]

Chapter No.1

The smell of wildberry pie filled the entire apartment as (Y/N) was cleaning the sink. The young woman was glad she had packed a few items hidden in her luggage.

She recounted the day before. Twilight had choose the name Loid for his new assignment.

The requirements for his mission were to have a wife and child and get close to a hidden politician. (Y/N) hadn't really cared for his mission, rather let herself be stuck in the new apartment or know the new area she and Loid relocated too.

A frown settles on her mouth, remembering the realtors words from earlier.

"I'm sure you and your wife are gonna love it here."

The realtor said happily as he read over the paperwork for the application to the apartment. Loid smiled faintly, placing his hand over (Y/N)'s, who could only clutch her skirts fabric and smile widely.

(Y/N) disliked the idea of being re-married, she'd rather stay a widow for the last of her days. Yet Loid had dragged her into this life of his.

She couldn't leave him.

If she left, she'd be arrested and possibly killed.

Then who would be around to remeber...

f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ
f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅf̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅf̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ
f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ
f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅf̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ
f̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅf̸̡͚̅̀̾̍͗̑̒̆̏̀̏̀̉̀̋̃̋͂̌ͅô̶̡̻̲̹̫̹͈̾̓̊̿͝r̸̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̻͙͕͍͕͖͕̦͔͙͓̳͍̻̺̟̺̪̪̺̯̟͔̹̗̪̟̿̑̃̑́̈̾͋̂̊̌̓̀̀͌̒̈́̓͋̃̄͊͊́̽́̚̚͜ͅm̴̢̛̥̼̫̤̳͉̦̆̐̈̉̀̈́̔͌͑̿̈́͗̏̀̑̎̚͜͜͝e̸̢̞͓̲̙̬̙̭̯̦͓̠͕̝̲̥̙̜͋̉̀̈̚͜͜͝͠͝ŗ̸̧̡̛̛͉͔͕͙̫̟͕̻̞̟̟͖̥̟͍̝̟̲̟̦̝̟̱̼͌̇̇̌̈́̀̍̈̀̇̀̚ ̸̧̡̳̝̺̯̈́̓͆͗̐̂͌̏̏̔̽̅̆̌̓̈́̈́͊̃̾̑͊͑͆͌̈́̈̌͊̿̈́͒͆̒͌̐̾̉̅͝h̸̻̪̯̻̭̮̟̓̋͊̓͛͐̓͆̓̏̈͗̽̐̅̒̾̈́̃̉͊̊̍̄̓̈́͑͛́̓́̈̏͐̈̄̾̽͐̊̀̅̋̕͘̚̚͝͝ụ̶̢̢̢̨̲̠̦̲̟̦̱̙͈̭̲̣̰̞̝͐̌͛̍̊̅̀̍͌̉͒͛̋́̽̈́͌̑̍̈͋̊̄̔̉̽̃̔̈́̕͘̕͠͝s̵̡̡̛̛̠̦͓͚͉͈̹͕̪͔̹̼̩̩̱̥̩͕͇̜̳͈̟͓̼͓̳̳̹̬̟͙̗̿́͆̀͊̍̋͗̒̄̿̒̒̓̍̊́̿͒͗͑̉̽̓̃̓̈́͊̈́̇̽̋̀̎́̀̈̅̃͊̍̕̕͜͜͝͝͝ͅb̴̢̨̢̧̛̛̜̯̬͕̲̭̝̝̞̪͚͖͍̞̫̫̮̼̟̬͈̙̜̯̆̀̀͒́́͐̂̂̊͑̋͛͌̅͋̋̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅͅą̴̧̡̧̛͚̭̲̣̖͖̼̞̣̰̮̰̞̯̮̗̱̥̗͈̠͔͖͎̮̭̺͚̜̜̖̭͍̩̤̫̍͗͐̒̂̆̽̓͠ͅͅͅn̵̡̨̧̡̧̧̢̥̰̯͔͔͈̜̫͍̹̰̱͉̞̼͚̝͇͓͔̋̑͋́̈̇̒̐̍͂̃̋͆̓̃̿̊̃̓̿̌̉͂͒̍̀̚̕͘̕͝͠ͅḑ̵̨̛̞̞̤͚̯͍͓̝͈̜̜̘̮̼̮̮̞̓̌̊̽́̐̄͌̈́̓̽͂̓͌̂̈̒͗͝ ̴̢̡̢̢̤̥͈̫̤͈̺̦̮̲͈̰̮͉͉͈̗̘̭̥̮̝̣̦̼̫̼͚̱̘̞̱̘͖̮́̀̈́͋̔̽̿̀̆̎͊̃͆̀̃̀̈̒͋̈́̀̀̌͛̆̓͊̾́͑͘͘͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ
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So!

Putting on a mask made of make-up, a big painted smile from lipstick. Replacing her once solemn eyes with a up-beat glow. She waits for Loid to return home.

The small ding of the oven grabs her attention, hurriedly placing on a oven mitten, she takes out the warm dessert and carefully sets it on the counter. Turning off the oven, she pretended not to hear the door click or the sounds of footsteps coming to the door.

"I'm home.." Loid called, placing his hat on coat rack (Y/N) had brought with her. His eyes widen at the sweet scent taking over the home. While the pink haired girl he brought back smiles happily at the smell. (Y/N) picks up the steak knife and stabs the poor pie, as some of the red, fruit filling, flew into the air and onto the (h/c) haired woman's cheek.

Turning around, knife risen from the pie. (Y/N) smiles as she puts down her knife and wipes her hands and cheek on the oven mittens she wore earlier. Looking at Loid and now her soon-to-be daughter, her smile dims a bit.

"Welcome back, Loid, who's this little angel?" (Y/N) said so sickeningly sweetly, almost though her voice was dripping like syrup. 'So tiny, I always wanted a child...' She thought to herself. Which made Anya smile brightly from hearing her mother's words.

'But... I wanted one with ḩ̴̛͕̫̝̩̑̾̓̀̇̈́̂̋̊͝į̷͚̤̪̘̘̩̥̪͖͇̉͆̈́͒̇͑̕m̶̡̒̈́́͌̀̾'

Anya stilled at the images playing through her head. All black and white and only outlined features of people she didn't know. It made Anya a bit sick at the quiet terrified screams from some of the images. Blinking a few times, the jumbled up memories stop.

"This is our daughter, Anya," Loid said. His eyes trained on his soon-to-wed wife. Watching her expression, hoping not to see disdain or distaste on her beautiful face.

"Oh..."

'OH?!?!'

The two other humans thought with worry.

"She's wonderful, Loid," (Y/N) replied as she bent down to Anyas level while her polka-dotted skirt lays out like petals. "Hello Anya, I'm your new mother, it's nice to meet you." The woman says gently, holding out her hand for Anya to shake.

Anya stares bug-eyed at her new mother. The woman was kind from the little girl could tell. But also sweet smelling and gentle as Anya placed her tiny hand onto the ladies slightly larger one. The pink haired little girl felt her mouth form into the biggest smile she had.

Closing the gap between them, Anya throws her arms around the confused woman. "Mommy!" Anya said happily, snuggling into her new mom's stomach.
Loid watched on in surprise and slight jealousy.

'I want a hug too from her...' Which led the blonde to cough to grab the two females attention. Anya giggles at her father's bashfulness as he leans down next to them. "Come on, no need to stay on the floor." Offering his hand, he holds (Y/N)'s hands like glass as he lifted her up from her previous position.

"Thank you, Loid." His significant other said, trying to pull Anya away calmly as the pink-nette clung to her like a kola hugs a tree.

"I've made some pie, why don't you two settle down while I cut y'all a slice." Anya cheered loudly, but frowns once (Y/N) managed to pull her off. Loid was about to tell (Y/N) not to worry. He could serve the three of them, but (Y/N) merely pushes him out of the kitchen area with ease. Telling him it was fine, then walking back to where she was before.

Picking up the red stained knife, she cuts into the firmly baked doughy skin, smiling at the wildberry filling spilling out once again.

(Next Update Soon!)