𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄.ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵏⁿʸ[rewrite]

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(This book is being rewritten and here is the prologue of the rewrite)

warning: this is a yandere book that includes stalking, obsession, theft, sex talk, and probably murder and more bad stuff. If you like yandere books, you know the drill. 

Have you ever been driving, casually blinked, and then when you opened your eyes, found yourself on a night flight approximately 34,000 feet in the sky? No? Well that happened to me on this fine summer afternoon on my way home from work. 

I was pretty disappointed because I was really looking forward to getting home so I could play this new otome game I had downloaded that I had barely been able to keep my hands off of. It was based on an anime I like a lot, Demon Slayer, and I'll admit, it's not the best otome version of the anime, but I got hooked. Pretty bad. Bad enough that I didn't panic when I'm suddenly teleported on this airplane, and when day suddenly turned to night, like a normal person would. 

But whoever said I was normal? 

Besides, if I did panic, I'd be no better than those toddlers who cry on flights, whose cries freakishly overpower the sound of two jet engines on both sides of the plane. 

So I just watched a movie. 

Yeah, it was one of those flights that had TVs. 

I was well into my movie when the woman beside me, who looked to be in her 30s and rather sexy for her age, leaned over to me to say something. I had to pull out an earbud. 

"Hey Y/n...I think I left my makeup bag at the airport."

Okay this chick knows my name. And that also sounds like her issue, not mine. "Oh." is all I said.

She looked at me like she was expecting something to happen. 

"Cookie?" I handed her my cookie a flight attendant had given me earlier. She narrowed her eyes at me, but took it nonetheless. "Thanks. So can I borrow yours after we land and until I can get a new one?" 

Oh. I guess I have a makeup bag now. "Sure." I put my earbud back in and continued watching my movie. 

Wait a minute. 

Wait a damn minute. 

This chick just wasted 32 seconds of my movie and a huge plot twist had obviously just happened and now I missed it! I need to rewind...rewind, rewind..shit that's too far...fastforward...damn these airplane TVs. 

Also why does that chick kinda look familiar? 

What she said was also familiar. 

I gave a little side glance, observing her features and trying to place where I had seen her. It suddenly clicked. 

"Aunt Eliza..!" 

"Yeah, sweets?"

"Oh, um...did you like the cookie?" 

"...yep."

"That's cool..."

I awkwardly turned my attention back to the TV and my jaw dropped. 

I had missed the plot twist AGAIN!! And it was because of her, AGAIN! It was payback time. "Hey, aunt Eliza?" 

"Yeah?"

"I changed my mind. You can't use my makeup bag" I don't care how hot this would've-been milf is, no one makes me miss a huge plot twist twice. 

She gawked at me. "Please Y/n, I need it!" she begged. 

"No you don't." I said coldly. I could be cold and mean when I was annoyed.

"Y/n, listen, I-" her voice was raising bit by bit, and was becoming an annoyance to the people around us. 

"No. People are watching, you don't want that, do you?" she glared at me and huffed but did stop talking. 

I should probably explain who aunt Eliza is. She's the aunt of the mc in that Demon Slayer otome game I mentioned earlier. Yeah, I realized I got isekai'd into the game. One thing you should know about aunt Eliza is that she's a sex worker and she LOVES makeup. And I happen to correlate to that. Woah, not the sex worker part, but the makeup. It happens to be that the mc's special skills are cosmetology, surfing, and gambling. It gives me a little chuckle because those are the three most random skills mixed together for the mc which is now literally me. 

I wonder if those skills are now literally applied to me? It'd be cool to surf, make money without working, and be able to do people's hair and makeup and nails or whatever. But whatever is applied or not, I just know I'm gonna do this my way.

And my way is usually chilled out, but underneath that chilled out appearance is an unpredictable, impulsive, insane and childish mind that sometimes slips out. 

So this will be fun. 

But I wonder how long will this last? I mean, I've got a family and friends back in the real world. It wouldn't be right to not try to find a way back to them. But where do I even start? How do I do it? I have no clue. Until then, I'm just gonna play this out. 

I present, aunt Eliza:
Not my art.