Darling Dearest [Yandere JJBA x reader]

[prologue]

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A soft breeze blew over my face as my eyes fluttered open. I stared up at the blue sky before slowly sitting myself up on my elbows. I curiously looked around the field of mitch-matched flowers.

"Hello," A voice that sounded like a million voices speaking at once called to me. I turned around and saw a kind-looking frail old man. I felt my eyebrows raise in confusion while he gave me a soft smile. I warily watched as he walked closer before taking a seat beside me.

"Your mind can not comprehend me, so I take the form which most comforts you." This entity explained. Now when he spoke, he sounded like a kind soft grandpa then a thousand voices. He began to pick the flowers around him and braid them into a crown.

"I've come to warn you." He said looping the stems of the flowers together.

"Of what?" I asked softly feeling strangely discounted. I slowly started to copy his movements, picking all of my favorite color flowers to make a crown.

"I will be sending a few familiar faces to you in your world. Mostly for my own entertainer since I've grown bored. They've been haunted by beautiful dreams of you since they were born. Some of them only live because of the dreams I've sent them." He explained pruning the stray leaves off some flowers.

"I-" I paused thinking over my words. This man made me calm and nervous at the same time. Not to mention my whole consciousness felt like it wasn't in a body, just floating on clouds with a dull confused feeling in my head.

"It's fine if you don't understand. I was actually going to erase your memories of them in a few days but decided against it. I find it would make things less interesting. I mean, I'm giving them a new life here, while also letting them keep their powers." He rationalized while starting to weave the flowers again.

"Knowledge itself is power, I am giving you a great weapon against them. So make sure it's interesting for me and don't squander this gift. It will be the only you get from me. Well, maybe not the only one." He said still with a light-hearted tone in his voice.

"Oh, this is a dream," I said suddenly realizing the feeling of disconnection was familiar.

"Yes, this is the only way I can talk to you without your mind breaking before the game begins. Though you might doubt my word, chalking it up to a strange dream. I wouldn't blame you, but the following days will prove this isn't a normal dream. Nor will you forget this dream." He ranted almost finished with his flower crown.

I gave him a crooked smile still finding this all hard to believe. I mean who would come to me? What would everyone forget? How do I win this so-called "game"?

The strange man seemed to be able to read my mind because he turned to me and placed the finished flower crown on my head.

"You could call them bizarre. Hehe~" He laughed at his own joke before standing.

"Now I'm rather busy making preparations for them but I have a feeling I should send them a bit of a warning. Warn them not to be too hasty with you, or the game will end too soon," he said as I looked down at my unfinished flower crown

"This is a strange dream," I muttered before I felt him pat my head.

"Yes yes, that's all well and good. Now, you need to wake up." I looked back at him as he flicked my forehead. The flower field around us started to crumble into darkness as I heard him utter a few words that made me shiver.

"Sweet dreams Darling Dearest~"

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I woke up in a cold sweat staring up at my bedroom ceiling. I felt myself pant from the dream even though it wasn't a nightmare, more ominous. I reached over to my nightstand grabbed my still plugged-in phone and turned it on.

I got blasted with full brightness for a moment making me wince. I fumbled with the device for a second before the light disappeared. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness again. Across the now darkened phone screen read the cloak in standard time. 

3:49 am

I groaned and put my phone down the dream still fresh in my mind. I blinked feeling the sleep leave my body and just get replaced with fatigue. I rolled out of bed and began making my way downstairs into the living room.

"Maybe I should eat some leftovers while watching Jojo, that always makes me feel better," I muttered to myself lumbering over to the fridge.

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