𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | Yandere Creepypasta X Reader

. . . 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 . . .

Hungry. . . You're so hungry. . .

Munching. . . You're munching on something. . .

It's disgusting, the thing you're munching on tastes disgusting. But it eases your hunger and makes the pain in your head and stomach go away. You need to eat. . . Even if this is disgusting, you need to eat. . .

You don't want Mama to be angry, right? Yes. . . Mama will be angry if you don't eat your food. You need to eat it even if it tastes disgusting.

Eat.

Eat.

Eat.

E a t.

. . .

It smells. . . Your room smells too sickly sweet. The purple dots that are hung above you in pots and wrapped around wires to look like vines, it looked so pretty if it weren't for the fact it smells too sweet. The smell is too much, you want to vomit. But you need to eat.

Your hunger is more powerful than your disgust for the smell of the purple dots. . .

You looked down and saw your bed, it's red now. Weird. You were sure your bed was white.

You also felt out of balance in a way, you looked to your [non-dominant] arm and saw that it was gone so you looked at the other side and saw that you were holding it. The upper part was gone, the forearm only had a quarter of it left with the hand being the only thing that stayed intact. A crimson liquid dripped down from it, the bone was cleaned of its meat, even the in between didn't have any meat on it and there were even marks on it that were left behind by your teeth.

The crimson on your severed hand matched the one on the sheets. It reminded you of Mama. . .

. . . You need to finish eating this. You have to. You need to.

You need to eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. E a t.

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Muffled footsteps made haste in a large hall, as large men in black held on to their firearms tightly with two women following after them. As they approached a metal door, the men quickly readied and aimed as one of the women quickly pulled out a black card and swiped it over the scanner. A loud beep sounded out as a red dot turned green.

The metal door let out steam and slowly opened but even with its pace, the men in black were the opposite as they entered the room in haste with the women who held the card now replaced it with a spray bottle which contained an ominous, purple liquid inside it as they followed after the men.

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Oh. . . The knights entered your room. . . Why were they in your room? You didn't hurt anybody. Right? Yes, yes you didn't. So why? Why are they here? Why are their guns aimed at you?

"What did you do wrong this time?" You hear Mama condescendingly whisper to your ear. She's angry. She's disappointed. What did you do? Answer. Answer. Answer. A n s w-

Something was sprayed on your face and you recoiled away with a hiss, your hand dropping your arm, now trying to wipe away the liquid with your haori.

You hate it when they spray you. It always makes you feel dizzy, too relaxed. It's annoying. Your Mama said you shouldn't be relaxed or else the monster will get you. You don't want that, do you? Yes, you don't want that.

But it's late, you already inhaled the liquid and soon you'll feel dizzy. And that's now. How? You'll only feel dizzy after two minutes. It's only been a few seconds.