Witch Mentality [Yandere! BSDxreader]

Chapter eight

Hello! Yes, I've changed the name of this story! Enjoy a new character!

Second person P.O.V

"If you tell me to be quiet and then demand I speak again, I swear—"

Your words were abruptly cut off by a sharp, stinging pain as his fist collided with your jaw.

"Hey! Don't interrupt people when they're talking," you snapped, rubbing your cheek. It throbbed painfully, a reminder of his violent outburst. You couldn't help but notice the angry vein pulsing on his forehead, a sign of the seething anger that roiled beneath the surface.

"You little—! Know your place!" Cheese bellowed, his voice echoing through the abandoned hospital. His face twisted in a sneer, eyes blazing with contempt.

You glared at him, your mind racing. 'I hope someone stumbles upon us,' you thought, desperately listening for any sounds that might signal an approaching savior. 'It would be poetic justice if he got caught red-handed.' The footsteps echoed through the dilapidated halls, a faint glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak situation.

"And where exactly is my place?" you shot back, your voice laced with defiance.

"Below men, that's for sure," Cheese retorted with a smirk, the words dripping with misogyny.

'What a vile, small-minded man,' you thought, seething inwardly. Just then, you felt the vibrations of a door opening nearby. Your heart raced as you prayed it was someone who could help.

"Hello? Is anybody in here?" A masculine voice called out, filled with concern and curiosity. As the door creaked open, you finally saw your potential rescuer. He had an ethereal appearance: pale skin, tired eyes that spoke of sleepless nights, and long hair that cascaded in waves—lavender on one side and white on the other.

"You found us! Please, help me get out of here. This is extremely uncomfortable," you pleaded, your voice tinged with relief and urgency.

Without hesitation, the man hurried over and helped you free yourself from the bindings that had held you captive. Together, you both sneaked out of the forsaken building, your footsteps muffled against the dusty floors.

Timeskip brought to you by: Time flows differently near a black hole, bending and stretching like the fabric of the universe itself. In the span of moments, you and your mysterious savior found yourselves in an entirely different world.

The two of you arrived at a grand casino, a stark contrast to the eerie hospital. It was a dazzling place, filled with flashing lights and the soft hum of gambling machines. He introduced himself, his voice smooth and calming amidst the chaos around you.

"I am Sigma, the owner of the Sky Casino. Nice to meet you, miss..." He paused, waiting for you to fill in the blank.

"My name is Y/n," you replied, smiling gratefully. "The pleasure is mine."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Y/N. Feel free to enjoy yourself and play any game you'd like," Sigma said, gesturing towards the vast array of machines and tables. He then left you to your own devices, vanishing into the labyrinthine corridors of his casino.

You wandered through the casino, intrigued by the array of games. However, as you attempted to try your luck, you quickly realized that many of the machines were broken or malfunctioning. Frustration welled up inside you, but you had no idea where Sigma's office was located. Determined to find answers, you began asking around, questioning staff and patrons alike.

After some effort, you finally located Sigma's office. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

"Come in," Sigma's voice called from the other side, calm and composed.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Sigma, some of the games are broken," you stated bluntly, not bothering to mince words.

"Are they?" Sigma's voice held a note of surprise, his eyebrows arching in genuine curiosity.

"Yes, and I'd like to play them. It would be much more enjoyable if they weren't malfunctioning," you said, deadpan. The situation was frustrating, and you couldn't hide your disappointment.

Sigma leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "I see. I apologize for the inconvenience. We've been meaning to get those fixed, but it seems the repairs have been delayed." He stood up, smoothing his suit jacket. "Let's get this sorted out. I'll personally see to it that the games are repaired promptly."

As he walked past you, Sigma's presence felt reassuring, a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped. You followed him back onto the casino floor, where he began to give orders to his staff, ensuring that the broken machines would be fixed. You couldn't help but be impressed by his swift action and the way he took responsibility.

As the night wore on, you felt a strange sense of calm wash over you. The Sky Casino was a far cry from the dark, abandoned hospital, and Sigma's demeanor was a comforting balm to your frayed nerves. You found yourself playing a few games, now functional, and even winning a little. The noise, the lights, the thrill of the gamble—it was all a surreal escape from the events of earlier.

But even as you lost yourself in the games and the atmosphere, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Sigma and this casino than met the eye. The way he had appeared out of nowhere, his calm and composed demeanor, the strange, dreamlike quality of the casino—it all felt like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourself back at the entrance of the casino. Sigma approached you, his eyes glinting with a mysterious warmth.

"Thank you for bringing the issue to my attention, Miss Y/N. I hope the rest of your evening was more enjoyable," he said with a small smile.

"It was, thank you," you replied, returning his smile. "And thank you for rescuing me earlier. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up."

"Think nothing of it," Sigma waved off your gratitude. "It's not every day one gets to play the hero."

With a final nod, you parted ways. As you stepped out into the night, you couldn't help but glance back at the Sky Casino, its neon lights reflecting in your eyes. The night had been an adventure, filled with danger and mystery. And as you walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much larger.

Perhaps, you mused, there are places where time moves differently, where moments stretch and bend like the universe itself. And maybe, just maybe, this was one of those places.

With that thought lingering in your mind, you disappeared into the night, leaving behind the world of flashing lights and endless possibilities.

End of P.O.V

Love percent:

Dazai Osamu: 42%

Ranpo Edogawa: 79%

Chuuya Nakahara: 72%

Yosano Akiko: 18%

Fyodor Dostoevsky: 4%

Nikolai Gogol: 0%

Sigma: 2%

Edgar Allan Poe: 0%

Tecchou Suehiro: 78%

Jouno Saigiku: 66%

Story Secrets!

Sigma didn't really know what to do when he found Y/n!

Sigma actually doesn't pay much attention to Y/n, as he wants to give her privacy.

Thank you all for reading Cursed Sakura Blossoms, and thank you to all of my readers who made it this far!  Also, I've been thinking about adding Kenji as a platonic yandere, should I? It's up to the first few comments. Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon!