Stockholm Syndrome [Yandere Hazbin Hotel]

10

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Elanor sat on a stool, putting the finishing touches on a painting, a few hours after the events of the morning. Once done, she cleaned the brush and looked back at the painting.

Just a few weeks ago, she felt an impulse to paint her dear friend, Vaggie, who willingly agreed to pose for the painting. Elanor loved making Vaggie her muse while painting her. She was just perfect when it came to capturing her essence on the canvas. Elanor had dozens of paintings, sculptures, and drawings of her dearest friend.

It felt natural to her when it came to Vaggie.

However, when she was alive, everyone told her that it was wrong to be so infatuated with a woman. It was wrong to make so many art pieces of one, and even literature was frowned upon.

She didn't understand in the slightest why everyone was so bothered by it. And when she made one of a man everyone cheered and congratulated her on the art piece. She was confused and she still is confused now but, doesn't want to talk about it to anyone.

She sighed staring at the art piece of Vaggie getting a fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt her face getting warm which confused her but couldn't pull her eyes away from the canvas.

' what is this feeling?' she thought as she never felt it before towards anyone. She sighed before hearing a knock at the door of her studio startling her. She raised an eyebrow before standing up avoiding the drawings she had that littered the floor.

Once she reached the door she opened it and saw the first man, Adam, with a tiny smile with his hands behind his back. " You alright?" She said reading her friend like an open book. Adam sighed before letting out a dry chuckle.

" It's Vaggie." He started seeing Elanor's face shift from confusion to worry. " Is she alright?" She asked worried for her friend's sake. " She's fallen. I'm sorry-" he said but, she couldn't hear the rest feeling her whole world shatter.

' she's fallen?' she thought tears welling up in her eyes. She backed up in her studio as Adam tried to reach for her. " I- I need some time alone." She choked out as hot tears fell down her face. She gently closed the door on Adam who's worries grew for her as slight guilt washed over him.

Her whole body crumbled to the ground as she cried out in despair. She curled herself into a ball wrapping her wings around herself as grief greeted her like an old friend.

Even in death, she couldn't have peace with someone she deeply cares about.

To have them by her side.

Seems that history tends to repeat itself.

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A/n: very short chapter but, I promise the next one will be longer. :⁠^⁠)

Honestly, I have no idea how to write someone in sad situations so sorry if it's shitty.

Anyways, bye sweeties. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Chapter finished: March 16, 2024

Chapter published: April 1st , 2024

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Word count: 517