Beneath the Surface [Yandere Creature x Reader]

Chapter 22 - Inhuman Thing

As the days passed, I noticed a shift in the creature's behavior. It began treating me almost like a pet, constantly showering me with affection and repeating affirming words it had clearly gleaned from my journal.

It even went as far as grabbing the canned food and water and feeding it to me. Its touch was always gentle, those long, cold fingers caressing my face or running through my hair with an almost reverent care.

This is wrong.

So wrong.

But why does part of me crave this attention?

"Too cold, my dear?" it asked one day, noticing my slight shiver at its touch. "I'm sorry, it seems that's the only thing unhuman about me." Its attempt at a self-deprecating smile was both endearing and unsettling.

Only thing unhuman?

Who are you trying to fool?

I fought the urge to run, to scream, to do anything but sit here and engage with this impossible being. Instead, I found myself staring, trying to reconcile its alien nature with its eerily human mannerisms.

What are you really?

And what do you truly want from me?

"I'm grateful every day that something as pure as you... so warm... so caring... was the one who fell through that glass," it said, its voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart ache despite my fear.

"Uh... why were you put in the glass?" I muttered, curiosity overcoming my trepidation.

The creature's expression softened, a look of understanding crossing its features.

"Oh, my darling is still afraid of me. I suppose that's only natural since you're a mammal." It paused, as if considering how best to explain. "Well, for your information, darling, I was lured in here with a promise... a promise to finally meet a companion... a mate."

A mate?

It feels weird every time he says that

My breath caught in my throat.

"And uh... why did they lure you in here?" I mumbled, dreading the answer but needing to know.

Please don't let it be as bad as I'm imagining.

"It's a human thing, I suppose," it replied, a note of bitterness creeping into its melodious voice. "If you can't fight it, fear it. And if you fear it, kill it. And if you can't kill it, bury it." It let out a laugh that was entirely devoid of humor, the sound sending chills down my spine.

I sat there, stunned by its words. The implications were staggering. This creature had been trapped, just as I was now. Lured in with the promise of companionship, only to be imprisoned.

And now... now it was doing the same to me.

"But you're different," it continued, reaching out to stroke my cheek. I flinched slightly but didn't pull away, too afraid of how it might react. "You seek to understand, not to destroy. That's why you're perfect. Why we're perfect together."

Different?

Or just naive?

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "But... but I don't want to be trapped here. I don't want to be your... mate." The word felt foreign and wrong on my tongue.

The creature's eyes flashed with something - hurt? Anger? - before its serene expression returned.

"You don't understand yet, my love. But you will. I'll show you wonders beyond your wildest dreams. You'll see that this isn't a prison, but a gateway to the universe."

As it spoke, the walls of our "nest" seemed to shimmer and fade, revealing glimpses of impossible landscapes and cosmic vistas. It was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.

How can something so beautiful be so frightening?

"I... I need time," I managed to say, my head spinning with the weight of everything I'd learned.

The creature nodded, its smile understanding but tinged with an possessiveness that made me uneasy. "Of course, my darling. We have all the time in the world. And soon, you'll see. This is where you belong. With me."

Belong?

Have I ever truly belonged anywhere?

As it left me alone with my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread. The creature's words about human nature - about fear and destruction - echoed in my mind. I thought about my team, willing to sacrifice me for their goals. About the long history of human fear and violence towards the unknown.

Was the creature right?

Was I different?

And if so, what did that mean for my future?

I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling more alone and conflicted than ever. Somewhere between the human world that had betrayed me and this alien realm I didn't understand, I had to find a way to survive.

To understand. And maybe, just maybe, to bridge the gap between two worlds that had been locked in a cycle of fear and violence for far too long.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever choice I made next would have consequences far beyond just my own fate. The weight of two worlds seemed to rest on my shoulders, and I had no idea how to bear it.

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(A/N)

damn bitch make up your mind