Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)

Chapter 3 - ALASKA?

"Oh, you must be Y/N," the woman greeted, her tone disturbingly cheerful as she turned her attention to Smiley. "Don't worry, all the newcomers react like this."

Newcomers?

The word immediately set off alarms in my mind.

"Newcomers?" I asked, confusion clouding my thoughts.

"Yes," she replied smoothly, as if this were all normal. "There are a few more friends waiting in the other room. I'll lead you there." With a gentle but firm grip, she steered me away, her calm demeanor only heightening my sense of dread.

Friends?

Friends waiting in the other room?

Is everyone here just... like him?

Are they all unusually strong or something?

My mind raced as I tried to piece together what kind of twisted situation I had fallen into.

As we entered the room, I spotted several others seated, their faces blank, expressions inscrutable. It felt like walking into a room full of mannequins—emotionless, still, yet undeniably human. The woman left me there among them, and the silence weighed heavily on my chest.

"If you're wondering if you could leave, the answer is no," a girl stated flatly, not even bothering to look up from her DS, her fingers deftly tapping away at the newest model.

My temper flared, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Who the hell are these psychos, and why can't I react like a normal person?!" I demanded, my voice cutting through the stifling air.

The girl chuckled, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Whoa there, loaded question." She laughed like it was all a joke, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.

I sighed heavily, trying to quell the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

"Where even are we?" I asked, voice quieter now, more resigned than I'd like to admit.

The girl finally sat up, her grin widening.

"So nice of you to ask." She shifted in her seat as if she'd been waiting for this moment. "My name's Lea, and we are in Alaska."

My jaw dropped.

"Alaska?!" I echoed, my mind reeling.

How did I get to Alaska?

This couldn't be real. None of this could be real.

"Yup," Lea confirmed, barely containing her giggles as if my shock was the highlight of her day. "Let me save you some time. First off, these psychos have all of us locked in a community. So, if you called the police or 911, you'd just reach the local station."

My throat tightened.

"A community?" I stammered, the word foreign, chilling.

How many people are trapped in this?

Lea nodded, casually, as if this was some kind of sleepaway camp.

"Yup. And secondly, there's no running. Everyone here can outrun you, find you in ways that make no sense. Just ask Liv." She gestured toward a girl sitting on a bean bag chair in the corner.

I turned my gaze to Liv, whose eyes were heavy with exhaustion, a look of resigned defeat etched into her face.

"It didn't even make sense," Liv muttered, her voice barely audible, like she'd been over this story too many times to count.

I could feel the pit in my stomach deepening.

"Who are these crazies?" I whispered under my breath, hoping no one heard, though at this point, I didn't care if they did.

I need to get out. I need to wake up from this.

"I don't know." Lea shrugged. "I got here last month, Liv got here about three weeks ago, and there are a few others, but they're grounded."

I blinked. "Wait, grounded? Like... children?"

"Yup." Lea smirked, the word sliding out like a casual fact. "If you try to run, or actually manage to escape but get caught, you get grounded. They'll take your phone, your electronics, whatever, and you're definitely being watched the whole time."

I swallowed hard, the reality of it all sinking in.

"Watched? You're serious?"

"Trust me, don't run." Liv's voice was weary, like she'd learned the lesson the hard way. "Try to send a distress signal to the universe or something, but just don't run."

I turned to her, my curiosity piqued.

"What happened to you?"

Liv sighed, her fingers absently tracing the seams of the bean bag.

"I ran. Got away, went home. Woke up back in that damn house like it never happened." She closed her eyes for a moment, reliving the memory. "Then, he had the nerve to make me sleep in his room. Every. Single. Night."

My skin crawled at the thought. "That's... horrifying."

Liv nodded, her expression dark.

"Yeah, and there's nothing you can do about it."

I felt the weight of the room closing in on me.

There has to be a way out.

There has to be.

"Does anyone know about that weird smell thing?" I blurted out, thinking back to the strange odor I'd noticed when I first arrived.

Lea shrugged, her interest waning.

"Now that, I have no clue about."

I sighed, feeling defeated, and sank into a nearby chair, grabbing the remote to switch on the TV. The hours ticked by in silence, the muted background noise of the screen offering little comfort.

After what felt like an eternity, Smiley returned, his silent presence looming as always. He pointed toward my clothes and then gestured toward the room, his lips moving just enough to form the word,

"C... Clothes."

I raised an eyebrow, but complied, heading towards the room and into the closet. When I opened the door, I froze. It wasn't just a closet—it was a massive walk-in, filled with clothes that looked eerily similar to mine.

"Wow..." I muttered, my voice low. "The creep has better versions of my actual clothes." I ran my fingers over a few of the garments, feeling a wave of unease wash over me.

How does he know what I wear?

I hesitated.

Should I take a shower?

I hadn't bathed since...

God, when was the last time?

Back at my old place, the showerhead didn't even work, and I had to heat water on the stove. This place was terrifying, but at least the water worked, right?

With a sigh, I grabbed something random from the closet and headed into the bathroom, feeling the strange mix of dread and resignation settling over me.

How long am I going to be stuck here?