Parasocial // Yanderes x Reader

XXIII , Circute

"Miss, if I may..." Circute's butler chimed in from behind her. Circute looked at him through the reflection in her webcam. "Why does Miss Heartra's disappearance worry you so?"

Circute was quiet, glaring at Vell through furrowed brows. "A useless question. That's unlike you." She muttered, running a hand through her hair and shifting.

"I understand you're quite fond of—"

"Fond of?!" Circute laughed at that. She turned in her chair and got up. Circute barely even reached Vell's collarbone. "You know it's more than just a fondness. I love her."

Vell stared down at Circute quietly. For all the anger Circute extruded, Vell absorbed in kind. "I don't believe you can love someone you don't know."

Circute slapped Vell. Sharp and loud, it rang through the soundproofed room. Vell stared in the direction his cheek had been forced. Not unexpected. Circute's aggression had been rising at alarming rates.

"YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT LOVE!" She screamed at him, grabbing him by the shirt. "YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT US! SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO YOUR JOB!"

Vell allowed Circute to toss him aside, her chest rising and falling rapidly as hair stuck to her wet cheeks. "... My apologies." Vell cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes. "But, if I may—"

"You may not." Circute hissed. "Get out of my room."

"Mistress, you know that's irrational—"

"I said get out."

Vell took a deep breath and left. Though he never went far. They both knew it was irrational for her to be left alone.

Circute fell back into her chair, staring up at the ceiling as her legs trembled from the stress they'd been put under. "Fuck..." Circute whimpered. Her expression twisted up in dismay. "It's getting worse again... Fuck... Why is it getting worse again." Tears streamed down Circute's face, and she sobbed into her hands.

She knew chronic illness was something you lived with forever, of course. Circute had been suffering with it for years. Nonetheless, it was upsetting. When sometimes it would get worse. For seemingly no reason at all.

And at a time like this...

It would've been any weaker person's breaking point.

However, Circute prided herself on not being weak. She hadn't given up yet, and she didn't plan to either. That wasn't how she rolled. Circute gritted her teeth and grabbed some painkillers. Quietly, she shook five into the palm of her hand.

Circute popped them down her throat while staring blankly at the Stardew Valley game on her screen. She wanted that with you, in real life. Oh how she dreamed of a life with you.

To move away from all the flashing lights and loud noises and build a home with you. To care for a garden with you. To raise animals with you. To live with you. Truly live.

What a faraway dream that seemed. So impossible yet plausible.

Circute only knew one thing— she wasn't a quitter.