A god's Favourite Toy (Yandere Xenophanes x Male Reader)

Temporary Tranquillity

(Tom POV)

*RING*

*RING*

My phone wouldn't stop beeping. Every time I glance over, I see the same thing: Multiple messages sent by that Cole figure, some of them being pretty short, like a sentence or two long, while others are so long, the message cuts off and would require me to read them. But right now, I'm not in the mood to hear what he has to tell me. Ever since Isabelle, Daniel, and Sally were found dead, all of us have been crumbling apart, both physically and mentally. Roger hasn't been doing much, as he's not been getting much sleep after the news report, and he looks like he's about to pass out if he even attempts to lift up his computer. Honestly, I should talk to him in the morning. 

As for the others, Mike and Vicky have been sharing one room, both being deathly afraid of that fucking demon showing up and ending their lives. Just like Roger, I probably should talk to them after a good night's rest. Meanwhile with Derek, I haven't really heard much from him after his sister's demise. All I know is that he didn't take it well, and I heard him mumble to himself about moving town or something similar. I don't blame him, as if I were in his shoes, I'd do the same. Speaking of not hearing much, none of us have really seen Kyle much, and I just hope-

*RING*

*RING*

My moment of worry is cut off by the sound of my phone ringing letting out more noises again, but instead of alerting me about new notifications, it's telling me that Cole is calling my number. Seriously, I just want to have a good night's sleep, allow my mind to rest for at least a few hours, and resume dealing with that "X" fucker! With both exhaustion and rage fuelling me, I force my body out of my bed, grab my phone, and lift it to my ear as I allow the call to play.

Cole: (through the phone) Finally!! I've been trying to reach you for about 4 hours now! Listen, your-

Tom: (shouts at Cole) There's a damn good reason as to why I've not been answering you!! Ever heard of taking a fucking break?! We've been hit with more bad news, and we need time to process it!! Whatever you need to tell me, can't it wait until the next fucking day?!

Cole: (pauses for a bit) I'm sorry for calling you this late. I understand you need some time to yourselves, but this is urgent, I swear.

Tom: (takes a deep breath) Alright, what is it that you have to tell me?

Cole: It's about your friend, Kyle. He's... He's got the disc, and he's playing the game.

Tom: (drops his phone) What?..

Cole: And that's not all. He's convinced that other police officer to join him. They're both gonna get themselves killed. (doesn't hear Tom speak back) Tom? Are you still there? Are you okay?

Cole's words just go right through one ear and out the other. With widened eyes, I burst out of my dorm room and immediately charge for Kyle's room, kicking down the door after a few aggressive strikes. I don't care if I get in trouble, I want this to not be true. Unfortunately for me, as I enter his dorm, there's no sign of my blonde friend anywhere. What Cole told me is true. Kyle...

Why did you do this?..

And please don't die... I don't want to lose you too...

(Kyle POV)

After emptying out whatever was in my stomach, I clean my face using the sink, and look deep at my own reflection in the mirror. Bags are beginning to form under my eyes, my hands are shaking, and tears are beginning to form in my arms, and run down my face. To be honest, I think I'm beginning to have second thoughts, not for me facing that demon, but for dragging Derek into this. I only wanted to use his place as somewhere to confront Xenophanes, nothing else. But here he is, fighting alongside me.