The Red On My Face Is Matching You

part 4

Murdock had done a little digging on Yan and this whole "yandere" thing. And he found out quite a bit. And he was very, very interested in trying a few things out. Yan was one hell of an actor when they were out in public, he wondered just how far he'd have to go to get that persona to break. If he could just get him to slip up he might be able to get out of this mess. Somehow. Maybe. Regardless of what he did, he'd have to be careful. Last thing he wanted was Warfstache using him as a dart board. Again.

And he just liked toying with people. Stringing them along. Saying all the right things. Telling them everything they wanted to hear. Before he started killing he liked to turn friends against each other. Or see how far back one would bend before they snapped. He found it amusing. Beautiful almost. That moment right before the snap, when they decided enough was enough and let it all loose. Sweet psychological torment.

"Ah, senpai?" Yan was fidgeting beside him.

"... what?" He hadn’t had a single moment of peace all day. "I've still got five days left."

Five days to plan this ridiculous date and hopefully move on with his life.

"That's not it." He mumbled, holding out his hand. His face was beet red. "Can we-ah-can we h-hold hands? Just-until we reach the building?"

He was joking. This had to be a joke.

Murdock stared at him. He was shaking like a leaf. He's capable of murder and yet he was flustered just from asking to hold his damn hand.

"... fine." He huffed, pausing in his walk to snuff out his cigarette before offering his gloved hand.

Yan was hesitant, but took his hand, heart thudding in his chest. Oh. Oh this was fantastic! He was so giddy. It felt like he was floating.

Murdock rolled his eyes behind his glasses. It was a hand. No need to make a big deal out of it. He did find himself thinking the look on Yan's face was... kind of cute. But only kind of.

The walk to the building felt like it went by far too quickly for Yan's liking. But as he said he would, he let him go. And now he was off on his merry way. Probably to gush to Bim.

Murdock wrinkled his nose. No. Yan was Not cute. Not by a long shot.

"Hey!" This was a new voice. And face. Completely out of nowhere the second he made the corner. How many were there that he was still meeting new people? But this... looked different.

"And what are you meant to be?"

"Yeah yeah, you're one of the new guys. Ain't cha?" What kind of accent was that-Irish? Definitely Irish. Hard to tell with the echoey, glitching effect. "Listen, I'd stay away from Yan."

Oh? A development... "What do you know about him?"

"What everyone else here already fucking does? He's psycho! And that's coming from yours truly."

"I don't know who this 'yours' truly is." Murdock cocked a brow.

".... Ain't no one around here mention me? I'm Anti! Dark and I are a whole 'thing'. 'Rivals' and whatever. I'm here for a new collab." Anti shook his head, glitching in front of Murdock. "Listen, Yan is bad news. Don't even try it."

"Try... what?"

"You know! Stickin' your dick in crazy! I know it's tempting. He's got a killer ass. And the skirts-makes you wanna bend him over and go to town, am I right?"

"Far from it."

"Whatever. Don't say I didn't warn you." He turned, about to make his leave. But his insight could prove fruitful.