P. 1104XX (YB Game Psycho Au)

Chapter 11. Secret Meaning?

*Thank you everyone for the support! Love you all!! ❤️❤️*

This starts out as a dream:

"Lucy?" You asked. There was a figure Infront of you. They weren't in their uniform. They wore a pinkish-purplish top with their stomach showing and wore jeans that had cuts near the bottom. They had a tattoo of what seem like a sun. "Lucy? Lucy! It's me, Y/N! We found you!" You yelled. Your voice just echoed through the white area. Everything was white except for you and the figure. The figure didn't seem... right. You looked on the ground to see blood dripping from their body. 'Where is that from?' you thought. "Lucy?" You finally asked. You grabbed their shoulder. They slowly turned to you. Their face was badly bruised and bloody. Blood ran down from their neck. It seems the their neck couldn't hold their head correctly so their head laid on your now bloody hand. You screamed at the sight of how badly beaten Lucy was. "It wasn't your fault... I know it wasn't..." Lucy had said before you woke up.

You flew up. You rubbed your head. 'What does she mean by: 'It wasn't your fault. I know it wasn't'?' you thought. Was she actually... dead? It just had to be a nightmare! Just a nightmare, right? You shook your head one last time. You got up and got ready for another crazy day of work.

You stood outside the building. You inhaled and went in. Tk wasn't at his desk. 'Following Don?' you guessed. You looked over as you saw your desk was a mess. More papers stacked up. You walked in and shut the door. You counted the papers...48, 49, 50? 50 PAPERS?! 'What the fuck have I been missing?' you stayed bewildered at the thought. Patients, more patients, and Oh! YB! You grabbed YB's paper. The paper had all these questions: 'How old is 1104XX? What is 1104XX's date of birth? What is 1104XX's main behavior (so far)?' HOLY SHIT! You didn't even know the answers to them. You haven't gotten that far. You had only been with YB... about a week now(?). "Y/N mEet @t 11o4Xx's ro0m!" You jumped at the sudden noise the shitty mic had made. "Why can't it just shut the fuck up?" you said under your breath. You walked out, leaving the door open. You passed many rooms until you made it to YB's room.

"Hey Don!" You said, acting happy. "Ah Y/N, finally decided to show your face! How sweet," He said with smile. 'Now he's just pissing me off,' you thought. Your smile seemed more forced than actually happy. Don seemed to be happy about that. "Well anyways- let's get this finished," Don finally said, breaking the tension between him and you. Don gave the guards a look and it seemed they understood. The door has so many locks that it took about a minute open. FINALLY, the door opened with a creek and you walked in.

"YB?" You questioned while looking around. You looked down to see him drawing and coloring. "Oh YB, what are you drawing?" You asked with a soft smile. You've never seen him so focused on something. He looked up with a wide smile. It wasn't a happy smile, it was a creepy, wide eyed, insane smile. He picked it up to show a lady. He handed it to you. "For my darling!" He said happily. You smiled but felt nervous. The lady... that... looks like Lucy? You smile turned to a frown. She had dark purple bruises on her face. She seemed to be wearing the exact outfit Lucy would wear on the weekends. Pinkish-purplish top with ripped jeans at the bottom. He long, fluffy hair seemed all messed up in the drawing. Her tattoo was there too. There was a knife right beside her neck like it was cutting open her neck. Blood was running down her neck to the floor. "YB... w-who is this?" You asked nervously. "I don't know! I just wanted to make you something darling!" He smiled innocently. "Peter?" You growled. He seemed shocked I called him by his real name. "Darling?" He snarled back. Now he's playing the blame game. "You know I'd never do anything like that! I thought it was a funny picture I drew," He said calmly this time. You signed. "Just don't draw anything-" "Do you not like it?" He said, cutting you off. He was trying to guilt-trip you. And... yeah it worked. "No! I love it, YB. Thank you. Just make nicer pictures," you said, acting happy with the scary drawing which seemed to be Lucy dead. "Could I make one of you?" "Yeah, or you could make one of a rose. A beautiful, red rose. I love red roses!" *If you don't like roses, then pick a different flower!* "I'll make you holding your favorite flower then," He smiled, lovingly. "TIMES UP!!" Don said over the speaker. "Thanks YB for... the drawing... Bye!" "Bye Darling!~" He said as he waved his clothed hand.

•TIME SKIP TO LEAVING WORK•
You picked up drawing and giving it one last glance. You folded it and putted in your pocket. You walked out of building and made your way home.

CLICK!  You unlocked your apartment door and walked in. You threw your lab coat to the side after grabbing the folded paper YB gave you. You took another glance at it. 'Is it a secret meaning?' you thought curiously. It looked EXACTLY like Lucy. You worked on the stack of papers from earlier this morning. You worked on them until you had to leave. They were due tomorrow and you had 48 done already. You got halfway done through paper 49 until your eyes felt so heavy. You laid your head on your desk. Today was just too tiring. You slowly drifted off to sleep... The last words you heard were "Goodnight darling!~ I'll finish this for you!"