Yandere Abbey Bominable x Reader

Chapter 18:

Abbey placed your bags down at the foot of the bed. You wondered around your new room, in awe at everything. It was a glamorous room even through it's simplicity, and you found it to be not your type, yet charming anyway. You grinned widely at Abbey as she huffed.

"You like?" She asked.

You nodded and bit down a grin. "Yes! Thank you!"

She took your hand in hers and led you to the bedroom directly next door. You looked around that one, too, yet it seemed more lived in than the one you had just left.

"My bedroom." She waved her hand. "I am beside you."

You allowed the smile to escape and you hugged her. "Thank you, Abbey."

Abbey nodded and turned. "Want some drink?"

"Um, some water would be nice." You hummed, and you watched as she walked from the bedroom. You sat down on her bed, unsure whether you should sit or stand.

Your phone made a soft buzz, and you pulled it from your pocket to see who it was. Aamon's name was on the message.

Aamon:
Hey! Meet me at the diner, I'll pay

You:
Okay? But why?

Aamon:
It's important, I need to talk to you

You:
Alright

You furrowed your brows, unsure if what his intention was. He was friendly either way, so you figured it wasn't anything too bad. Surely if he had bad news he would just tell you?

Aamon:
Meet me at 6!

You:
I'll be there!

You put your phone away and huffed. Abbey returned a moment later with some water and a can of soda, and you took the water from her gratefully.

"Thank you so much!!" You smiled.

She nodded. "Want to watch movies?"

You nodded back. "Sure!"

You climbed on her bed and made yourself comfortable. Abbey grinned at your cuteness and climbed in behind you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. You allowed her, taking it as some strange best friend gesture.

The put on a movie, and after it finished she put on another one.

You lazily checked your phone after a bit and gasped.

"It's almost 6!" You whined. "I gotta go!"

You jumped from the bed and made your way to the door. Abbey grabbed you and spun you around, forcing you to see her and explain yourself.

"I gotta meet Aamon! I'm sorry! Gotta go!"

"No!" Abbey held you tightly. "You stay!"

"But he has to tell me something."

"Stay!"

"Abbey, you can't keep me here!" You whined. You felt intimidated, her strength greatly outweighing yours. "I need to go!"

"Stay." Her voice lowered.

You felt threatened, and you tried to pull your wrists from her grasp. She held them harder, seemingly unfazed by your tantrum.

"Abbey!"

In one swift motion, she threw you into the mattress and slammed her bedroom door shut. She tackled you, knocking the wind out of your chest and forcing you down. You gasped for air as she grabbed a pillow, and before you knew it the pillow was covering your face.

Abbey held it still and watched as you desperately clawed at her arms. You slowly felt your body go limp, but before the tingling took over, she removed the pillow. Abbey grabbed you and flipped you over underneath her. Then, she held your head against the bed.

"Stay." She said again. You writhed under her.

"You fucking freak!" You screamed. "Get the fuck off of me!"

Abbey noiselessly grabbed a sheet from the side of the bed and wrapped it around your neck, then your wrists, then your feet. She successfully hog tied you, leaving you defenseless against her.

She flipped you over again, straining your legs and crushing your arms from your body weight. You stared at her with aggression.

"Cute." She chuckled to herself. "Like little animal."

You breathed deeply, trying to distribute the anger anywhere but your gut in which it sat.

"You're a bitch." You spat.

She grinned again. "Yes, cute."

Abbey stood and left the room. You tried to kick your feet, and you strained yourself to turn over. You pulled your feet back, tightening the sheet around your neck. You choked and coughed out.

Frustration filled you. You didn't have time for stupid jokes!

Aamon waited patiently at a table at Marge's Diner for you to arrive. His eyes darted to the door when he heard the chime of the bell, but instead of you approaching the table he found himself met with Abbey.

"Go away." He frowned.

"She will not come." Abbey crossed her arms. "I said."

"You can't control her." Aamon glared at her, but didn't do much more.

"Yes, I can." Abbey turned on her heel. "She will not come."

With that, Abbey stomped away. Aamon squinted his eyes at her at an attempt to figure out what she was actually thinking.

Images of you chained to the bed, tied like cattle, and being left alone in the dark came to his mind. He sat upright, his fear finally coming to life.

She had captured you, just as she had been planning from the very beginning.

If only he had warned you sooner.