Flightless Fish (Yanderes x Reader)

Chapter One

Chapter One

If someone wanted to know all about you, they probably didn't want to know the shitty details of your mediocre childhood coupled with your mediocre parents. They wouldn't ask about your interests or, heavens forbid, your goals in life. They were far more likely to be curious about your family's grand fall from the graces of high society.

To be specific, they'd ask what it was that you did that made your family fall so far.

You didn't entertain such inquiries anymore. No amount of shame or self-loathing on your part would ever change what happened or what people thought of you.

You also didn't care anymore—or at least, you tried not to. That was all five years ago. Your life was drastically different. It was harsher now that you lived between houses and barn sheds alike. All the feelings of utter worthlessness and shame that haunted you are now just numb reminders of what could've been—of who you could've been. Tears spent mourning your past life were better spent to appeal to strangers for money, and the energy you could spend trying to bolster your family's reputation was better spent stealing.

With this kept in your heart as a mantra, you approached the biggest temple in Sadhe. It was dark by now, and not a soul lingered between the pews.

Souls, no, but money yes. A glance around the impossibly tall stone arches and the glorious woodwork decorating the place would be the first clue to the level of luxury this building held, but you didn't need to look around to know that there was something worth taking within these walls.

These walls, after all, had taken very much from you. It was where you were to be married, should things have worked out. You had been promised to Sadhe's most promising bachelor, but when he decided he didn't want that life, he left you to pick up the pieces. People blamed you for it. His rejection caused a reaction—a domino effect—and just as quickly as you were adored you were hated.

It was a horrible feeling, to have the hopes of a whole city pressed on your shoulders only for their scorn to come quicker and weigh more. The man that was meant to live with you, love you, and care for you decided you weren't worth it. You were getting distracted now. You blinked away your frustration and pressed forward.

This was The Temple of Saint Sagar. Several other temples dedicated to the local patron saint littered the city, but this one was the center of it all. Everything circled back to here—education, the legal system, and the government all had a seat in these holy halls. These holy halls were the ones to fault for your family's demise, rather than you. It only made sense that you'd take something back. If that marriage had never been arranged, you never would have lost it.

Petty revenge or simply a way to put food in your stomach—it didn't matter. You were going to take what you could and sleep without a shred of guilt.

You were certain no one would be here now. You had already slipped past the guards by the gates with relative ease. Even so, you tread lightly and kept your eyes wide. The only guidance you had was the sparse moonlight desecrating the floor through the windows, and even that was filtered through stained glass.

Nothing made noise other than your hesitant shuffle across the stone. You headed towards the altar.

There was undoubtedly a safe of money somewhere, but tonight you didn't plan on sticking around or breaking into anything on your first heist. Just the daily offering bowl would satisfy you.