A Book Where I Talk About Stuff!

A small oneshot! (tw for yandere content)

Hey guys! I just REALLY wanted to make this because I had this really strange dream last night, and I really liked it, so I decided to write it out! This is going to be loosely based on that dream because I'm taking the parts that I can remember and putting them in here.

This is a yandere oneshot where the plot is that you're a detective trying to figure out why this girl faked her death while the girl and her sister are both pining for you. You'll understand as you read on, I believe. By the way, this will have a female reader because this dream happened to me. (COUGH I had such a bi panic fr COUGH) Enjoy, I guess?
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"Hey, you got anything so far?" Taylor asked you as she leaned on the doorway, inspecting your figure.

You had been trying ever since you got here to find out why Taylor's sister, Christina, faked her death and has only been coming back home since a few months ago. You think you've gotten a big lead, but you need more evidence.

"I think so. But I don't think it's enough yet," you respond, your expression stoic and calculative.

"Alright. Well, make sure not to take too long, the family wants to have dinner with you," Taylor advised, standing up straight and walking down the hall after waving to you.

You were just about to leave the room you were in, Christina's room, until you saw something. It was a pastel yellow book with cute family pictures and stickers on it labeled "My diary." On the bottom, there were bold red letters saying, "DO NOT TOUCH!"

You internally apologized to Christina, as you needed to check everything. You opened her diary and found nothing at first, but after you flipped over a few pages, you reached the last two pages, and they were...quite intriguing.

They read the following: "Ugh, I think I'm moving on with my plan tonight. I'm so sick and tired of my parents and their expectations for me! My dad even restricted me from playing music! All I want to do I run away.

But no worries. I'll do just that tomorrow. I'll first fake my death and frame it as a suicide, then run away from this miserable place. I really don't mean to do this to Taylor...I love her so much. But I can't live like this anymore."

Interesting. An unfortunate case of family pressures, but at least you found the reason why she did it.

"(Name)~!" Christina purred. "Aren't you coming for dinner, sweetums?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes, I'm coming," you nodded as you stood up. Christina saw you had her diary in hand, but chose not to say anything. She slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to her, which gave you slight discomfort.

"You sitting next to me, baby? Dinner would be so tedious if you didn't," Christina drawled as she pulled you closer. She was inches away from your face, her maroon eyes gazing at your lips and the smell of her smoky sandalwood perfume wafting through the air.

"O-Of course," you nervously responded, cursing at yourself for stuttering. You couldn't let her sense your weakness, lest she do something rash.

"You're so cute when you're stuttering, hon. What? Are you afraid of me? Promise I won't hurt you," she says, putting her hands up in surrender. You don't buy it for a second, but she doesn't have to know that.

"Sure," you mumble.

As you get to the dinner table, you sit in between Christina and Taylor, their mother and father on the other side of the table.

"We're so happy to have you back with us, Christy. You really scared us for a minute there!" Their mother said.

"Sorry, mom," Christina mindlessly said as she played with her food. Her expression showed she couldn't care less.