The Paintings [Yandere Bloody Painter x Y/n]

.1.

You placed down a medium sized cardboard box, the flaps on top opened a little to reveal some art supplies. Paint brushes, canvases, paint, pencils etc. You huffed man I've gotta start working out, that box was heavier than I expected you thought with a sigh. You scanned your empty dorm room, it was bigger than you expected. You began to unpack carefully placing your family photos on the ground momentarily, soon two men in a worker's outfit carrying the heavier stuff such as drawers, a T.V. and, bed. You didn't have much, but in your defense you were a starting your 3 year in art school. "Thank you again". You said rather politely.

"Nothing to it kid". The two men said.

You simply nodded, and once they carried all your things in you headed them a white envelope; it was full of cash. They took it and headed out without another word. Not even a thank you. You frowned, you knew it would go this way and yet still disappointed. You began to arrange you items, your T.V. on your drawer and your bed in the right corner directly in front of your twin sized bed. Farther from the door closer to the window. You set down your nightstand and hooked up your alarm clock, you decided to turn on you news out of boredom.

"Serial killer Hellen Otis has made his mark on the world, as we have just uncovered more if his victims, the blood drained from the body and placed on a canvas. My! What a heartless bastard!  Unfortunately...the police haven't caught this killer, but be warned when your out at night! Lock your windows, doors! Stay safe citizens until we capture this-this MURD-".

"Sheesh-". You murmured as you turned off the T.V. turning off the clearly unstable man's voice. "I'll keep this warning in mind..". You spoke to nobody but yourself, you enjoyed the peace.

"Hello! Y/n! You there?" A voice called out your name you flinched a little, perhaps you spaced out a bit?

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" You shouted back, slamming the remote on your bed. You left your room to see you're friend since you were kids. "What is it Heather..". You said, with a smile.

"Did you see the news? How exciting! There's a killer around here!" You're friends did small leaps; Heather was a fan of thrills and murder, most people found her odd while you found her interesting.

"Yeah, I did". You said rather flatly.

"What's the matter Y/n?" Heather asked, looking more concerned than ever. "I'm sorry if reaction was odd...". She apologized.

"Huh? Oh-Oh no, no that's alright. I do find it exciting as well, I just happen to keep it in. I swear you remind me so much of my dad's Chihuahua". You giggled a little as you comment that you made about Heather perkiness.

"Hey! I'm no Chihuahua! I'm the fearless Heather, Queen of the art manic...Y/N!" She teased, she giggled.

You laughed, and ran towards her and knocked her down gently and smirked. "Now your a Chihuahua". You commented laughing some more.

"How dare you know you queen down! I shall slay you with my broom of death!" Heather shouted dramatically grabbing a broom on the ground. She quickly stood and held the broom in front of her face. She narrowed her eyes. "I've got you now!" She teased, lightly nudging you with the tip on the broom stick. You began to giggle a bit, your were very ticklish. Heather rose a brow a smirked nudging you more with the broom and began to tickle you.

"S-STOP HAHAHA!" You cried, falling to the ground before you began to cry a little due to laughter.

"Fine, fine I show mercy". Heather said letting you up, you sighed.

"So what are you doing here anyhow?" You asked.

"Oh! Haven't you heard? I'm you're dorm-mate". She said. Heather was more calm now good. You thought; at times Heathers personality was too much for you at times.

"That's wonderful! I'll give you time to unpack, perhaps we can hit the town? Some TRILL sense that killers' out?" You suggested.

"Ooo yes! I'll get down quickly don't worry!" Heather said rather excitedly before rushing her items into her room. You entered yours and flopped down onto your bed. "Geez what did I just promise..?" You asked yourself.