I only have eyes for you, darling. [Yandere Wally x nonbinary reader]

Chapter fifteen: Y/n

(happy forth of July if your in America! <3 this will also be a short chapter lol)

Wally would give you a smile before taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. "Stay here for a few minutes, alright? Please don't leave while I am gone, darling." Wally would say before leaving the kitchen.

That sentence he said sounded very.. intriguing. But yet.. why should you leave..? He.. was trying to make you happy.. so why should you leave?

You would look around the room for a moment, contemplating your decision. Should you..?

Before you could make an actual choice, you heard wally's footsteps echo behind you, making you panic a bit. Your heartbeat would speed up a bit as you tried your best to stay still in your seat.

Was this all worth it?

Staying with him?

Why were you still here?

"Hello, darling! I have the painting supplies." Wally would say as he sat a few things in front of you. A piece of paper, a few water paints, and a paint brush. "Now.. what are we going to paint?.. ah ha! Lets both paint an apple!" Wally smiled before picking up one of the paint brushes.

You stared down at the piece of paper wally gave you. Why an apple? Couldn't you paint something else? You looked to wally before speaking. "Can't.. I paint something else?"

Wally would give you a look before laughing. "I don't think I understand the question, darling! Of course not! We're both going to paint apples! Because we both need to make the same thing!"

You didn't exactly want to question wally, so you just nodded, gripping the paint brush in your hand a bit tighter before dipping it in some red paint.

After a few minutes, wally would look over to your paper.

"It doesn't look right." He said as took your hand. He then slowly started to lead your hand to paint the apple in a better shape.

His hands were soft..

You began to blush a bit as he lead your hand. A minute later he took his hand off and smiled. "Thats better!"

Wally would go back to his painting as you looked to the apple he helped you paint. That.. was strange. Why did it feel so nice..? He hurt you.. so many times.. yet.. why did you like it?

You would shake off the feeling, going back to your painting.

"That was weird.." you whispered under your breath.