Chrysalis: Yandere Demon x Autistic Female Reader

Chapter 1

The night was young, the night began beautiful. It was dark, but a light could be seen from the glowing half moon. The air was brisk, you could almost taste the cool breeze. Ot was sprinkling little droplets of chilling rain, and the wind blew in a way that made a pleasant whistle. It was nights like these that Y/N and their friend, Olivia, wanted to practice their hobby. They were currently sitting on a roof, the same roof Olivia lived under. A pencil was being scribbled on a page as Y/N hummed a pleasant tune. Olivia was humming along, albeit mismatched.

Something Y/N enjoyed about night was that it was predictable. Y/N enjoyed the things that created patterns, very little unexpected change. They didn't mind change, however they had to know it was coming. Night was consistent. If their drawings of previous nights had anything to say about it atleast. The moon might change in how it appears, but it changes in a pattern. The wind might pick up, but it picks up slowly. It may rain, but it is seen from far away and disrupts nothing Y/N wishes to do.

Oklahoma was a boring state, Y/N believes. It didn't have much in the way of entertainment; a small amusement park, a few movie theaters, and a tiny zoo. It was home for now, her family always traveling. It was a wonder that Y/N didn't break down. The worst kick to the gut was that they moved from Pennsylvania, which was large, had plenty to do, and a nice school. They didn't bully her for being born special. Oklahoma didn't have such luxuries, her lunch being stolen on her first day, and now at the end of the week; she was tripped into a bucket of water.

Atleast the night didn't change depending on where she was, that was something she could count on. Something that made her happy despite the constant changes brought on by her parents work. Her parents weren't the best, they believed Y/N was diseased and only kept her to have a person who could do chores. Her younger brother were her parents favorite. Jokes on them though, her brother, Samuel, decided that Y/N was his favorite at age 6. Now that he is 14 their bond has become inseparable. Y/N loved Samuel as well, he was the light in the hell hole of the family. The daughter of Y/N's family servants, Olivia, being the other light. Y/N's only friend. The last person Y/N could view as consistent was her admirer. No matter how far her family moved, she continued to receive letters from an unknown person. They aren't too bad, typically just talking about how much they love her and how she shouldn't be sad. Nothing to extreme, albeit a little weird. The only clue is that the letters are signed ~D.H.

The night grew in age, becoming slightly darker. The light pollution blotting out the stars. The wind became more still, almost silent. The air grew warm. Y/N had finished their drawing hours before, and had head to bed. A dark figure arose from under their house, eyes glowing orange and char black skin. 2 twisted horns, one grey and one ash white, rested upon his head. The figure was muscular, body built as if it was a sculpture. The figure appeared male, hair messy and long. He wore a suit and tie, the same outfit would cost a pretty penny from humans. He grinned as he began to climb, his teeth a greyscale. He slowly slid open the window to Y/N's room and slipped inside. He chuckled lowly and deeply and admired the sleeping body of Y/N, finding their soft snores cute. He strokes their hair with his surprisingly soft skin. He turns and puts a letter on their desk, before and speaking to Y/N; knowing they can't hear them. "Three days, three days until I must save you. It will be rough, no doubt. However I know you, no we can do it. You won't know pain anymore, you will only know happiness. You won't know stress, only relaxation. You won't know death, only life. I love you, Meine Liebe, you will be home soon."

The figure turns and dashes out their window, the window closing slowly behind them as the hit the ground. The figure inches back under the house, into the ground. Where no one will find them.