The Snake in the Garden Of Eden [Yandere Arlo]

Purity Filler

Famous retired Arlo x Possessive (Yandere?) John
(The only Yandere relationship I approve of)

>> unedited
>> written at like 11 dawg im so tired
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>> 7023 words I'm done
>> Another standalone yandere John story hope u guys enjoy I sacrificed my sleep for this

Her blood feels cold on his hands. His hands are trembling, although it isn't from fear. Excitement and satisfaction runs through his veins as he relaxes into the seat. Bits of her hair lay by his feet, drenched in the viscous, honey-like thickness of blood. Her body is mutilated, completely broken from brutal hours and hours of torture. Now she can't take Arlo away from him anymore, after all, how can she seduce someone when the only evidence that's left of her is mere bits of flesh and marble bones? Immense satisfaction makes him smile wholly, leaning into the soft, red-painted couch made of fine leather.

"What are you thinking about?" John is pulled out of his daydream by the blond, fingers gently running through his ebony locks and tucking it behind his ear. Arlo doesn't smile a lot, ever since the day that Rei died, but when he does, it could light up John's entire world. When Arlo smiles, it's delicate, gentle, and timid. Not overly affectionate, but this was perhaps the best he could manage.

John then leans into Arlo's hand, sighing and melting to his touch. "Killing Kassandra." He says as though he were indulging in the sheer satisfaction of murdering someone. Arlo's stare doesn't change before he pulls the boy into a soft embrace. John melts into it, reciprocating the hug and taking in the blond's soft scent.

Arlo and John have known each other ever since they were kids.

They met as friends when Arlo's mother greeted his mother that one faithful afternoon. John still remembers himself being incredibly curious when his mother wiped her wet hands against her apron and walked gentle steps over to the front door. She tucked her white bangs behind her ear and checked the monitor that showed a view of the situation outside their door. Although, this was a high-end apartment complex they lived in so she wasn't really worried about strangers, considering that there were many cameras and a couple of security guards around the complex. John can still remember the sound of boiling soup and its delicious smell wafting through the air, almost embracing him in a warmth he could melt in.

Jane's long, luscious white hair tilted to the side as she opened the door. He remembers his mother's voice sounding pleasantly surprised, catching his little mind's attention and he drops the toys in his hand onto the carpeted floor. The toy scalpel he had in his hand was then jabbed into the patient's rubber toy body to ensure that it would stay where he was placed before getting up.

He remembers waddling over to the doorway after seeing his mother put a tray of intriguing-smelling cookies onto the dinner table and smiling all the way through. John waddles over to his mother, who smelled of honey, sugar, and everything nice before raising his arms and asking for a lift, doe-eyed and innocent. It was a look that could make anyone melt in their seat alone.

His mother raised him into her embrace and brought him to the doorway where the mother and son waited patiently. "Thank you so much for the gift, would you and your young one here like to come over for dinner tonight?" John remembers himself clinging onto his mother's neck to prevent himself from falling, eyes glazing over the blond woman with little interest when he suddenly noticed Arlo standing offish to the side. In his hands was another tray of what he could tell to be baked goods.

Even in John's little mind, he could tell that Arlo dressed well. It wasn't anything overly fancy. White, short-sleeved dress shirt paired with black shorts and pale socks that reached right under his knees accompanied by jet black shoes, John was instantly captivated by him. There was something just magical about the way he looked, almost like a fairy-tale character from one of those stories that his mother used to read to him. The little boy also noticed his stare, his eyes then looked up back at him through his thick golden lashes. His sky-blue eyes spoke of magic to young John.