The Ballad of Deceit (YANDERE entity x reader)

One-hundred year slumber

I sat up, my eyes darted around. I was....angry. Angry and angry and angry. And I screamed. I screamed until my lungs gave out, until I was gasping for air and my eyes were buzzing with pain as air rushed to meet them. And my anger twisted into a terrible sadness but I didn't dare cry an ounce.

That was when I finally took in my surroundings. I was sat on a wooden pedestal, I saw a glass case on the floor-that must've been the lid that kept me inside this sort of transparent coffin. Around me was cave and stone and stalagmites and stalactites that dripped icy water. There was a thick obsidian door across from me. I was in the vault.

I barely caught myself as I practically fell off of my coffin. I landed on my knees and braced myself with my hands before staggering to my feet. My legs shook violently with instability as they struggled to hold my body up. I sighed and took in a breath of stagnant air.

I had expected my enclosure to be more refined than just a hole in the earth-a convenient cave that they chose for a curse's prison. But, that didn't matter to me. What mattered was that I was awake. Someone had to have woken me up.

"Oh, she's alive!" I had felt a sliver of hope before I heard a loud yet dainty voice echo through the stone walls. "Who are you?" I instantly questioned, not an ounce of fear in my voice. To be honest, if someone came to kill me now, I wouldn't be opposed. I lived a thousand miserable lives and I should've lived thousands more.

"Me?" The voice giggled, swooshed around the cave, "Oh you know, I'm him-her-I'm them all! Whatever I need to be really."

"Did you free me?" I asked, my eyes fighting a roll given this tedious conversation. "Oh, no of course not, little squirrel-or should I call you bird? You sure are curious! But, look at you scurry at the sound of my voice!"

It was true that I was pacing around, attempting to find the origin of the booming vocals. "That's not exactly an answer."

"Quite an impatient one, aren't you?" Suddenly the voice was grounded and I turned to see a figure gliding to the ground. She or him or them all wore a bright red corseted dress that pressed up hers or his or-whatever's rather large breasts.

Thin blue fairy wings fluttered on 'the thing's' back and the thing wore tall, high-heeled, black boots. All of which was accompanied with rather broad shoulders and muscular arms. The thing's face was covered in swipes of metallic paint, forming patterns of flowers or pink ocean waves...I couldn't quite tell. Yet, the thing wore it all with a lip-stick covered smile. It was purple and lined in cherry red. (The purple matched the cascading waves of hair that fell along the thing's shoulders.)

"What? Finding me a bit too lovely now?"

"Quite the opposite actually." I remarked.

"Well, I do love an honest little squirrel." "What's your name?" "I told you I'm whoever I choose to be....but you can call me Elsie." I nodded. "Okay, Elsie, if you didn't free me, then who did?"

"Well, for someone to free you, they would have to be quite legendary, wouldn't you agree?" She grinned. I was stuck on that last word: Legendary. "You don't mean....this was a Legend's doing, do you?"

"That's exactly what I mean, squirrel. Now, hurry up and follow. We're deep in enemy territory you know." She put her hand to her mouth to whisper the last part. But, not secretively...it was more of an inside joke that I didn't understand.

"Why should I follow you?"

"Well don't you wish to thank your savior?"

"Why couldn't they be here themself?"

"Well, a Legend can't exactly roam around freely, especially not in this part of town." Elsie blew a bubble in her mouth. Elsie was right, very right. Legend's originated here in this corrupted place. Who knows how catastrophic it would be if one of them came back.

"Well, hurry up now, we haven't got all day."

I reluctantly rushed to Elsie's side as she effortlessly pushed the vault door open. She didn't bother closing it as we made our way up the marble steps of the courthouse basement. The walls were covered in shelves upon shelves of cases. "Those have money in them." Elsie leaned in to whisper. "But I doubt you're stupid enough to steal it." I eyed the glass boxes for a moment. "Unless you are." She added. I just shook my head in annoyance.

When we made it outside, the streets were silent. It was the dead of night. I haven't a clue how I saw clear as day in that cave. Maybe it was Elsie's doing.

"Let's hurry to the carriage before these humans start to stir." She sauntered forward and I instantly took back any notion I had that she was an all powerful and wise being.

Before I knew it, I was stepping inside of an iron carriage. There was one horse at the front whose hooves didn't seem to quite reach the ground. It was eerily black, almost as if it all of its hair was singed.

"Now, tell me," Elsie grinned and clasped her hands together as she sat across from me. The carriage suddenly began to move. "What do you know about The Legends?"

"Who doesn't know all there is to know about them?" I replied staring out the window, slightly startling when the vehicle raised into the air. But, I felt the need to bury my fear completely. "Well, you've been asleep for over a hundred years, so-"

"A hundred?!" I practically yelled, "I've been asleep for a hundred years?"

"Calm down, ferret. It could've been longer...waayyy longer." I slightly frowned. "Ferret?"

"It fits you more in this moment. Though now you remind me of an angry beaver." She chuckled to herself before questioning again. "So, tell me what you know."

"Why do I need to?"

"Well, I want to make sure you're familiar with the Legend who saved you!" Elsie exclaimed, smirked. "Here, how about this. You list them off and I'll tell you once you hit the mark."

"So...you want me to guess who it is?"
"Just recite your knowledge and I'll tell you which one's your savior.
"Fine." I agreed for whatever reason. And maybe it would be good to retouch on my comprehension. Constant painful memories are all that plague my mind now. Maybe this is a healthy distraction.

But, I won't cry. I've done that enough. Even if I'm rotting from the inside, as long as no one else can see it, I'll be fine.

Perfectly fine.