Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)

Chapter 2 - Run

I glanced up to find him looming over me, his hand outstretched, as if offering something. My reaction was instant—sharp, instinctual. With a quick slap, I knocked it away. My skin prickled with unease.

Who does he think he is?

The rest of the day dissolved into a blur, my attempts to escape the confines of the house turning into a series of dead ends. Every door locked, every window shut tight.

Is this really happening?

I felt like a trapped animal, pacing from room to room, frustration mounting with every failed effort.

It wasn't until I stumbled upon my phone, hidden beneath the bed, that a flicker of hope ignited within me.

Finally.

But as I scrolled through my contacts, a sinking realization settled in the pit of my stomach. There was no one to call. No familiar names, no one who could rescue me from this nightmare.

How is this possible?

As I roamed the house later, trying to piece together my next move, I found him seated at his desk, his fingers dancing over the keys of an old, clunky keyboard. He didn't seem to notice me, his focus laser-sharp on whatever he was typing. I swallowed hard, cautiously approaching.

"Can you speak?" I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't answer, not verbally, at least. Instead, he offered that same smile, the one that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze flicked up to meet mine, intense and unreadable.

That smile... it feels familiar, but why?

"You seem familiar..." I said, more to myself than to him, my voice trailing off as I studied his face, trying to place him. His silence only deepened my frustration, and with a huff, I turned away, refusing the meal he later brought me.

I'm not playing his game.

The next morning, I awoke to find my phone perched on the dresser, like some silent reminder of my isolation. My heart sank as I sifted through the contacts again, finding them as empty as before.

What the hell is happening?

Pushing the unease aside, I noticed a window in the room. Hope sparked.

Maybe...

I approached cautiously, heart pounding as I pried it open, only to be greeted by a strange sight—snow.

Snow everywhere.

Thick, untouched, and completely out of season.

Where am I?

A cold wave of panic rushed over me.

This isn't home. This isn't anywhere close to home.

I bolted from the house, feet crunching through the snow, my breath coming in sharp gasps. But the bitter cold stopped me in my tracks.

I can't just run into the woods with nothing.

As I turned back toward the house, the door creaked open, and there he was, that unsettling grin still fixed on his face.

Run.

Now.

Instinct took over, and I darted toward the tree line, heart racing as I prayed for a way out. But I wasn't fast enough. In moments, I felt him behind me, a silent predator closing in. His arms wrapped around me as he tackled me to the ground.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU CREEP!" I screamed, thrashing in his grip, but his hold was unyielding as he dragged me back toward the house.

Neighbors... where are the neighbors?

Someone has to see this!

Through blurred vision, I spotted a few people emerging from nearby homes, but no one moved to help. My hope flared briefly, then fizzled as I realized they were just watching.

Silent.

Uninterested.

What is wrong with them?

Once inside, he dropped me roughly into a chair, his eyes scanning my body like he was assessing damage. I recoiled instinctively, pulling my hands and feet away.

"Don't touch me!" I spat, my voice shaking with anger, but beneath it, I felt fear creeping in.

His head tilted to the side, that ever-present smile faltering for just a moment. His lips parted, his voice strained as if every word took immense effort.

"P... Please."

The word hung in the air, unexpected and out of place.

Please?

What could he possibly want from me?

I hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance. His hand reached out again, not to touch me, but to tap a worn, aged piece of paper that he pulled from his pocket. I stared at it, trying to make sense of the moment.

"Did we know each other as kids?" I asked, my voice quieter now, uncertain.

Is that why he's doing this?

Some twisted memory he's clinging to?

He shook his head violently, as if trying to dislodge a thought that had lodged itself too deeply. I caught a glimpse of a long, thin scar running down his throat.

What happened to him?

"I'm sorry... I don't remember you," I said, the words feeling hollow. But there was something in his eyes, a sorrow that made me second-guess myself.

Why do I feel like I should remember?

That night, my thoughts raced.

Is he delusional?

Does he think we're connected somehow?

No matter how hard I tried, no childhood memory resurfaced, only an eerie sense of something missing.

The following day passed in a strange blur. I tried to distract myself by watching YouTube videos on my phone, seeking some normalcy, but the tension gnawed at me constantly. He knocked on the door again that evening, stepping into the room with his usual, unnerving smile.

"Why do you always smile?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop myself.

He just shrugged.

"Can I at least know your name?" I pushed, needing something, anything to hold on to.

For the first time, he seemed to hesitate. Then, he pointed to his smile.

"Smile?" I echoed, confused.

He shook his head, but when I said "Smiley?"

his expression changed slightly, a reluctant nod following.

Smiley?

That's his name?

I couldn't help but feel a wave of disbelief, but I knew better than to laugh. Instead, he rose, taking my hand and pulling me toward the living room. He handed me a jacket.

"We're going outside?" I asked, uncertain. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something darker.

"D... Don't run... I'll catch you," he muttered, his voice a ragged whisper that chilled me to the bone.

Instinctively, I reached out, covering his smile with my hand, hoping to stop whatever madness lay behind it. But when his gaze locked onto mine, something deep and unsettling simmered in his eyes.

We stepped outside, across the street to another house. Before I could protest, a woman greeted us warmly, pulling us both into a hug.

"What the hell?" I muttered as her arms wrapped tightly around me.

What kind of nightmare have I walked into?