The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C3 - Warped

Chloe heard a few giggles sounding out from behind her as she looked onwards, noticing the shards of glass haphazardly covering the floor, creating a trail towards a balling mess of orange hair currently laid against the dining table.

She'd never once before seen the older woman in such a state; usually she was the type to stay composed and show no signs of worrying under even some of the harshest conditions.

"It... i..s beca..use of y..ou.." the figure behind her stated, a few crooked chuckles erupting from god knows where.

Chloe's body stiffened at the thought; her shoulders slumped, and breathing paused.

"If dad was here, then it would be different. But. It's not my fault. It can't be. It was the driver's fault. It must be." Chloe reasoned, the figure behind her letting out what seemed to be a pained groan as it put its coarse hand on her right shoulder.

Flicking her head around to see the dark figure behind her touching her, Chloe felt an uncontrollable shiver sent down her spine as she impulsively flinched away from the contact.

The hand felt ice cold but weighed more than she thought ice would. It was so heavy that her legs started to tremble under the pressure; Chloe doubted that she'd even be able to take even one more step forward.

Hearing a sudden movement coming from in front of her, she turned around to see that the older woman had already lifted her head from the table, staring intensely at her.

"Ask... H..er...T..he fa...ul..t is yo...ur's a..lo..ne," it grumbled, the grating voice reverberating inside Chloe's head nonstop, as if it had just shouted into a large empty space.

The small orange-haired girl fell still at its words, her eyes avoiding the woman in front of her, landing on a picture of her father giving her a piggyback.

The food the older woman had made that day was truly delicious. Chloe could clearly recall the laughter of the three as Mikhail ran around with her on his shoulders.

"I'm sure Dad would be on my side," she thought, fists bawling up in determination.

Looking up towards the older woman, Chloe stared at the orange hair that flowed from her head, finding comfort in the colour as she prepared herself to speak.

"It... It wasn't my fault? Right?" Chloe whispered, looking down to the floor after seeing the expression on the older woman's face.

She stared at the floor for what seemed to be an eternity, eyes glossing over the smooth wooden texture running all the way across the floor panel.

Looking back up towards the woman, inquisitive as to why she was taking so long.

But as she was moving her head upwards, she heard a loud voice erupt from in front of her, one that she hadn't heard before.

"Shut up! Don't you dare!"

Once again frozen in place, Chloe didn't dare to look towards the older woman, shoulders trembling from the hostile words of someone who had been so kind to her all her life.

Suddenly the older woman stood up from her chair and quickly stood before Chloe, her hand raised in the air as her mouth opened in preparation to speak.

"If it wasn't for you, Mikhail would still be alive! Give him back to me!" A crooked voice attacked the small girl, the weight of the words violently bashing into Chloe's feeble figure, making her feel like she was about to collapse onto the ground.

The dark figure behind her burst out into a fit of laughter, falling to the floor due to its uncontrollable ebullition.

*SMACK*