The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C4 - Tower

Days seemed to merge into weeks under the reign of the house's new leader. Sometimes the small girl would only leave her room to eat food, choosing rather to read all day in the comfort of her small room, head resting against a pillow that had been stained countless times by her tears.

Staring at her small, bruised hands, contracting them had become twice as hard as it usual had been. The same was true for the rest of her limbs.

Although, along with that came numbness. A devouring feeling that froze all her feelings away, locking them in a cage, key held tightly by the shadow that constantly stalked her.

And then, one day, she found herself standing in front of a polished black container.

She froze, eyes halting at the words embedded into the ceramic material.

There it stood, solitary and unanimated. A collection of what had been a key figure in her life up to this point. A black mist began to disperse from the container, shrill groans of pain escaping with it.

The longer she stared at it, the louder the moans emitted from it seemed to get.

Chloe quickly clamped her ears shut with her hands and closed her eyes tightly shut.

The next place she found herself had been in a medium-sized room, adorned in a simple full-black outfit. She saw people she'd never seen before, sombrely clambering around the older woman and offering her words of consolation.

An out-of-place youth stood closely next to what was presumably his father, somewhat uncomfortable around so many adults.

He fiddled with his hands whilst looking up to the downcast expression those around him wore, attempting to wear one himself to look the part.

"This hardly seems like the place to bring a child." The small orange girl pondered before pushing the irrelevant matter to the back of her mind.

*THUMP*

Finding herself in a familiar position, Chloe's orange orbs glazed over as she peered at the older woman who was currently attempting to maintain her balance, her lips deeply tugging into the bottom corners of her countenance.

Two black lines stained her face, her lips suddenly opening as an unintelligible slurred sentence flowed from her mouth.

Chloe's eyes clamped shut before she could make any sense of what the older woman was trying to say. Although she was sure it probably wasn't anything good.

Green raindrops sharply contacted the small girl's round face as she looked towards the two black eyes in the sky.

Wherever she went, they followed.

After being in this same dream for a few days, she realised that, at some point, she'd gained the ability to control the body she had been previously trapped in.

If she wondered away from Mikhail, he'd pause, stuck indefinitely as if he were waiting for Chloe to come back, bringing with her a painful demise.

Her eyes looked down towards a reflective neon green puddle below her feet, peering into her own reflection.

A black shroud engulfed her body, bright red blood still present from the accident that was yet to come.

One disturbing feature that she'd come to realise was the large grin that her reflection always had equipped. Chloe didn't even know if she could physically make herself smile that largely. Her usual white teeth had turned completely black, the same texture as the shadow's body.

"How large is this city? It feels as though I've been walking for hours." Chloe groaned, swiftly turning around to meet the figure who'd been trailing behind her all this time.