Melancholy (Yandere south park x Reader)

Y!Michael Rogers x Reader - Jealousy (Part 1/2)

Disclaimer:
-Possessiveness, jealousy, stalking, arson, one sided love, canon typical violence,
-All characters are aged up!! The 4th graders are 16-17, the 5th graders are 17-18.
- characters might be ooc
-reader is about 5'6-5'8ft (Ik this sucks 🤷‍♀️)
-reader uses she/her but is any gender

Song isn't related, i just love malice mizer 💕
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      You walked through the crowded school halls, being shoved and pushed around as you made your way to your locker. Class was starting soon and you were hoping to see your dickhead friends, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. You never considered Cartman to be your friend, despite knowing all four of them since the 4th grade.

You were friends with basically everyone, but the vamps, some of the "6th graders" who are now super-seniors, and the goth kids. Well, except for Pete. Pete, is one of the goth kids, is pretty nice to you and is one of your closest friends.
Though, you both don't hang as much as you guys used too.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to face Kyle. "Hey Y/n, you wanna walk to class with me?" The daywalker asked.

"Of course! Just let me put something away really quickly." You placed your bag in your locker and took your math and science textbook with you. The both of you walked to math class together and sat in your assigned seats.

After first and second period, the bell rung. Heading back to your locker, you placed your textbooks back inside. Silently staring at your locker you had decorated interestingly, you noticed an old picture and picked it up.

It was a photo you had taken with Pete when you forced him to go to some stupid carnival with you. You observed the photo carefully, the classic three different photos on one strip. The red on Pete's hair was more faded, the black eyeshadow he wore on his bottom lids, the pockmarks Pete has had for a while, the colorful border of the photos.

The first one photo was where you were forcing Pete to smile with your fingers, he looked real annoyed. The second, photo he actually tried to smile while you put up a peace sign. The third photo..

was you kissing Pete right on his cheek.. Pete was staring at you in the photo, his brows raised up in surprise, and his cheeks dusted a light pink. Probably out of embarrassment.
You hated to admit that you even had a small crush on the goth.

You watched as the door of your locker closed, taking a step back so it wasn't so close to hitting your head. You then placed the photo into your back/front pocket.

A pale, lanky hand with black nail polish, a hand you recognized easily, shut it completely. "Hi Y/n."  Pete droned. You looked up at him.

He flipped his hair back as usual, "I was maybe ..wondering if you wanted to hang out i guess. We could skip school and go to the Village Inn."

You thought for a second and nodded, "Sure, why not? But im kinda worried about the stuff I'll miss during class.."

"Just ask that redhead conformist friend of yours for the notes." Pete said.
You shrugged, grateful you finally got to hang out with him again.
You two sat at a random table, right across from each other.

       A certain's goth eyes landed on you, crushing his burnt out cigarette on an ashtray. He watched as you tucked your hair behind you ear (unless you can't), laughing and giggling along with whatever you and Pete were talking about. His brows furrowed, and he tried not to focus on her too much.

Henrietta spoke up, "Hey, isn't that Y/n?" She pointed out. "Is Pete gonna ditch us for that conformist again?" She complained.

He shrugged. "Maybe, but she'll probably break his heart like all the other stupid conformists."
Henrietta slowly nodded, sipping her dark black coffee. 

"I don't really think she would.. Y/n isn't too bad of a person in all honesty." Henrietta mumbled quite loudly, still looking over at Pete and Y/n.

He shot her a deathly look, "Really Henrietta? Ugh, whatever.." He rolled his eyes. "Firkle, pass me a cigarette." He demanded.

Michael wanted to rip out chunks of his hair at the moment. The one he loved truly was going on a date with one of his best friends! How could he betray him like this?
He knew that love would never work out for him, it didn't work for his parents so it would never work out for him.

He sighed again, thinking about ways to get these emotions out of his mind for a bit. He thought about possibly using all these problems as fuel to write more goth poems. It felt nice to feel more goth again but it still was frustrating at the same time.

Michael's hand missed the ashtray, his mind not really focused on it, the cigarette bud burning into the table. Michael noticed the burning smell and blew it out.
He thought for a moment, what if he were to burn down Pete's house..like how they did with Hot Topic.

Michael puffed out rings of smoke. They floated up and disappeared into thin air. Wishing, that maybe his own best friend, Pete, could disappear like smoke.

At last, Michael had a plan. He would follow the two and maybe keep Pete and send him to Scottsdale or some third world country. And with Y/n, he could get close to her and then she would become his for however long he lives for. He just hoped it wouldn't end like his biological parents.