Doki Doki Movie Club! - A SM AU Fanfiction!

60: Shaaaaaæ

TW // STALKING IMPLICATIONS AGAIN, CREEPY BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR.

It was time to share scripts with Rick.

Such a simple thing—and yet I couldn't help but feel as if I were going to die just thinking about it.

And I.. wasn't really thinking about it anymore. Considering I was standing right here before him—his eyes staring wide straight back at me. His mouth was hanging open, letting out heavy breath after heavy breath.

Immediately as he looked at me, I glanced away. I didn't know if he'd do something or not. I didn't know what'd he say. Whatever he'd do or say—it was bound to not be any good.

"..I was waiting for you.." Rick finally spoke aloud, his eyes still remaining practically glued on me.

"..I.. I know. I could—" I stammered. Would it be the right thing to say that I had seen him staring? Or was it better I didn't say anything at all.

Even with this consideration in mind, I'm not allowed to finish my sentence—for Rick's breaths grow louder, and he speaks again with a slight tilt of his head. "..may.. may I see your script..?"

I pause. I didn't know if it was a good idea at this point, but it felt like I didn't have any choice. Sighing, I replied while glancing to the side and reached my hand out while holding my paper, "..uhh.. su—sure.. go ahead."

Rick then reaches his arm foward, and practically rips the script out of my hand before beginning to read over it. In the corner of my eye, I can see his eyes darting across it at a rather quick rate—I can hear his breaths growing a lot louder. I can practically feel how hard he's breathing at this point—even though I'm not even that close to him.

After a few minutes of silently reading, his head slowly lifts up from the paper, and his grip on it grows tighter.

"..I like it." Rick says, "..no, I love it. I love the paper. I love the way your writing looks. I love every single word you wrote on that page. I love the fact that you were the one who wrote this."

"..um.. th—thanks.. Rick. Can—can you just—"

"I want this." Rick steps even closer, his voice becoming even breathier. Now, I can feel his breaths against my face—I tremble as he basically looms over me. "I need this. Will.. will you let me keep it..?"

"..I—" I gulp. The thought of him keeping it almost repulses me. Yet still, a single word leaves my mouth in an uncertain tone, "..sure.."

"..hahh.. you're too.. you're a really nice person. I don't think I'd even be here anymore if it weren't for you." Rick says with a sharp exhale. "..are you okay with me feeling like this..?"

"..I.."

I don't even know if he knows what he's doing at this point. He then holds my paper closer, and says while still not taking his eyes off of me. "..I'm going to keep this somewhere in my house. My.. my room.. probably. I'll make sure it's taken care of. I'll be sure to hold it over and over so it feels like your skin is touching miiiiiiīn

"I'll cut my arm so the blood spills and I can feel youuuuuuaaaaæ

"MMMMMMMMM

"You can read mine too now.." Rick says, fumbling with his hands and then pulling his paper from seemingly out of nowhere. "You'll like it. I know you will. And if you don't, I don't mind if you want to hurt me. I'll be happy no matter what you do to me. You make me happy.."

"..Uh—well, I'm sure I.. I'm sure I'll like it. Heh.." I nervously chuckled.

"Please.. read it. Please.." Rick repeats, practically forcing his arms foward.

"Okay, I—"

"Please.."

"I will! I will! Just.. let me take it.."

I then slowly take the script from his large hands, gulping as I feel myself beginning to nervously sweat a little. I pull the page closer so I'm able to read it better, and..

"YOU"

"YOU'RE ALL I NEED. YOU'RE ALL I BREATHE. YOU'RE ALL I SEE. YOU'RE ALL I WANT. YOU'RE ALL I SMELL. YOU'RE ALL I TASTE. YOU'RE ALL I WANT TO TOUCH. YOU'RE ALL I CARE ABOUT. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I LOVE YOUR HOUSE AND HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO LOOK AT IT. I LOVE FEELING YOUR BELONGINGS AND GETTING TO LOOK AT THEM. I LOVE YOUR BED. I LOVE YOUR WINDOWS. I LOVE YOUR CLOTHES. I LOVE HOW YOU FEEL. I LOVE HOW YOU REACT. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.

I WANT TO HURT YOU SO YOU HURT ME TOO

HURT ME. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU DO TO ME. YELL AT ME. ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU.

PLEASE LOOK AT ME. PLEASE FEEL ME. PLEASE DONT GO AWAY. PLEASE DONT GO AWAY. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE"

..I'm not really sure how to react. I only noticed know that there appear to be some dark stains on the thin sheet—that appear almost.. red. As I lift my head up from the sheet hesitantly, I feel something grip my shoulder, and I let out a wince.

Rick's face is a lot closer to mine now. His breaths hitting my face, he practically whispers, "..is it good enough for you..? Do you like it..?"

"..Rick—"

"I made it for you.. I wanted to make you happy. Just like you do me. If I didn't, I don't mind.. hurt me if you want to. Do anything to me." His grip becomes a lot more firm as he looms over me.

"..he—please, let go of me..!"

"Do you know what it's about..? It's about aaaaaaaaæ

I struggle in his grasp. Can anyone even hear what's going on? As he leans closer, he murmurs, "..I even made sure to touch it a lot so my smell would be on there.. so I'd make you feel like I put care into it. That's thoughtful of me.. right? That's nice of meeeeeee

..I wince again. Though.. this time, Rick goes quiet, and his breathing stops. I slowly open my eyes. I notice Rick's eyes looking upon me—still wide, but now holding something else in them. Something other than the sheer mania that was in his expression mere moments ago.

His lips are slightly parted as his eyes linger on me, and something within his gaze softens.

I begin to feel a heavy feeling in my throat. And some sort of bead of liquid forming in the corner of my eye.. a tear. I try to hold back from crying, but it's clear from how much my voice trembles—I'm not doing a very good job.

"..Rick..?"

Rick's gaze softens even more. And I feel his firm grip become even more gentle before he releases his hand off of my shoulder.

Before I can say anything else, Rick turns around and hurries toward the door—faster than he ever did before. He then practically swings the door open, and rushes outside—vanishing into the light.

As I only stare, I feel myself drop the script he just gave me. I begin to feel something else as my lips barely hang open—something eery, and heavy.

Like the feeling of being watched.

I then turn to the source of the feeling—struggling to force my head in the direction as I wipe at my eyes. The only fade that meets my gaze—coming from the direction I had felt the eery sensation.

"..Ethan..?" I said aloud.

Ethan only stared at me, still holding his paper in his hands. His lips remained slightly parted as he looked at me. For a moment, his eyes lingered at me—seconds seeming to pass as he remained completely quiet.

After a few moments, his gaze becomes half-lidded, and he let's out a sigh.

"..Ethan, I—"

"I told you not to talk to him."

"..wh—wh..?"

"I thought I made it obvious enough you weren't supposed to be around him. I warned you. He's not the best person to be around."

"..."

"I warned you, new member." Ethan muttered with a simple frown as he turned around in another direction—beginning to walk away. "But, it's alright.. maybe next time, you'll understand me a little better."