Yandere Rochelle Goyle x Reader

Chapter 20:

Rochelle stared at Venus' body blankly. She knew she'd have to bury her at some point. But where? Where would she hide the body?

She could always shove her in a trunk and bury it.

She could always burn the body

She could always frame it as if someone else did it.

Rochelle walked over to the corpse and poked Venus' cheek. Her skin was smooth and had yet to decompose. The smell was beginning to get irritating, but as for the body itself, it remained intact.

Well, as intact as Rochelle had left it.

She whipped her head around when the sound of the shower turned off. She knew you'd be getting out at any moment,  and she scurried back to her spot at the table.

You emerged from the bathroom a minute later, your hair in a towel and your clothes wrinkly from wearing them for so long.

Rochelle frowned. "I need to wash those." She said.

"O-Oh....okay."

"But first, you're going to help me."

You tilted your head to the side, fear stopping you from talking.

"Venus needs to get out of here. You're going to help me take her to a different spot."

Your eyes widened. You'd have to get rid of Venus? For good?

Despite her being dead, you still emotionally clung to her as a friend. But with Rochelle wanting to get rid of her, you'd only be left with the pink haired monster. You felt as if you'd explode from the panic that filled you.

"We...we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because...because she's my friend."

"(Y/N)." Rochelle said sweetly. "Sweetheart, she's dead."

"But-"

"I'll do it." Rochelle sighed. "Just go to bed."

You rushed to the bedroom and crawled in bed. You were positive that Venus would be gone by the morning time. But that didn't matter. She deserved to be put to rest.

Rochelle grabbed a trash bag before walking over to Venus. She stopped, realizing that she'd need a better way to dispose of her. Rochelle figured she'd have to make a trip to the hardware store.

Rochelle finally arrived at her local store and walked in. She was nervous to go out into a public area. Someone knew she had kidnapped you. Someone knew she had killed Venus.

At least, that's what she told herself. She looked over her shoulder as she walked down the aisles, making sure that no one was following her.

She grabbed a large plastic bin and lid, something to store the body in. Then, she chose a pair of rubber cleaning gloves, something to protect her hands from the smell of death. Then she got a saw, she needed to chop the body up to make it fit in the bin.

Once she had gotten everything she needed, she began her way back to her dorm. The walk was upsetting, as she hadn't taken a car for the short journey. The items she had bought were heavy, and her body lagged as she carried them.

Eventually, she made it to the dorms, and she unlocked her door before entering. The room was still quiet, meaning you were still asleep.

She sighed and sat her materials down. Then, she leaned from side to side to pop her back. Once she was comfortable, she slipped on the gloves and prepared to get rid of Venus.

Rochelle stopped. She didn't want her clothes to be ruined.

She gently opened the bedroom door. You were curled up on the bed, your knees to your chest and your arms wrapped around them.

She carefully got changed into a pair of old, ripped outfit and exited the room.

Now she was ready to start!!

She slowly began by putting the spilled out organs in the bin. Then, she began sawing at the corpses limbs. Then the head. Then, a ripped, jagged cut across her stomach.

Once the bin was full of body parts and blood, Rochelle began to clean the blood-stained floor.

By the time she had finished with the electric saw and mop, it was dark out. Rochelle needed to dump the bin somewhere. But where?

She figured she'd store it in her closet until she thought of a good place.

Rochelle dragged it over to the small closet her living space had. She locked it inside, as she didn't want you to find it. She knew that seeing Venus in pieces would ruin you.

She wished you had never been friends with Venus. If Rochelle really thought about it, Venus' death was your fault. You had chosen Venus over Rochelle. Surely that was a justified reason to kill her.

Rochelle couldn't stay mad at you, as you were too innocent and precious to her. You were sweet and caring, something very rare in the city she lived in.

Rochelle sighed. She figured she'd make you lunch for the next day. Maybe some breakfast too.

Rochelle sighed happily. Finally, she could be a good girlfriend again.