Beneath the Surface [Yandere Creature x Reader]

Chapter 27 - A sacrifice

The days following my meeting with the elders were tense. I could feel the weight of unspoken decisions hanging in the air. Then, without warning, everything changed.

I was walking near the cavern entrance when I heard raised voices. Before I could react, I was surrounded by a group of islanders, their faces grim and determined. Among them were some of the elders, including the bearded man who had been so insistent on my "sacrifice."

What's happening?

Why are they looking at me like that?

"What's going on?" I asked, my heart racing.

No one answered. Instead, they began herding me towards the cavern entrance. I tried to resist, but there were too many of them.

No, no, no.

This can't be happening!

"Wait! Stop! You can't do this!" I shouted, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

As we entered the cavern, I saw the creature materialize from the shadows. For a moment, I thought it might intervene, but it simply watched with those unreadable, cosmic eyes.

Why isn't it doing anything?

Doesn't it care?

With a final push, I was shoved into the cavern. The creature glided to my side as the islanders began rolling a massive stone across the entrance.

"No! Please!" I cried out, but it was too late. The stone settled into place with a dull thud, sealing us in darkness.

This is it.

I'm trapped.

With it.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the creature's bioluminescence began to glow softly, illuminating our prison.

"Aren't you strong?" I asked, turning to the creature. "Can't you break us out?"

Its form shimmered as it considered my question. "I could," it replied, its voice echoing in the enclosed space.

It could?

Then why...

"Why not?" I demanded, frustration and fear making my voice sharp.

The creature moved closer, its ethereal presence both comforting and unsettling. "Because I enjoy being here with you, my darling," it said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I felt a surge of anger and desperation. 

"But I'm not like you!" I cried out. "I need air, I need the sun, I need to eat!"

The creature tilted its head, a gesture I was beginning to recognize as curiosity. "I suppose you do," it mused.

It doesn't understand.

Or doesn't care.

Which is worse?

"Hm," I muttered, trying to think through my panic. This was bad. Very bad. But maybe... maybe I could use this situation to my advantage. To learn more, to understand.

"You said you wanted a name," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "If we're going to be stuck here together, I suppose now's as good a time as any to discuss it."

The creature's form pulsed with what I interpreted as excitement. "Yes, my love. A name from you would be a precious gift indeed."

Why is a name so important to it?

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Before I give you a name, I need to understand more about you. About what you are, where you come from, what you want from me."

The creature moved closer, its presence enveloping me like a cool mist. "Of course, my darling. What would you like to know?"

As I prepared to ask my first question, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was standing on the precipice of something monumental. Here, trapped in this ancient cavern with a being older than time itself, I was about to embark on a journey of discovery that could change everything.

"Let's start at the beginning," I said, meeting the creature's cosmic gaze. "What are you, really? And why did you choose me?"

The creature's form shimmered, and I had the distinct impression it was smiling, though it had no discernible mouth. 

"Oh, my love," it said, its voice filled with an emotion I couldn't quite name. "Those are excellent questions. But the answers... the answers might change everything you think you know about the universe."

As the creature began to speak, the cavern around us seemed to fade away, replaced by visions of impossible worlds and cosmic vistas. I realized that this conversation, this moment, was the point of no return. 

Whatever I learned here would forever alter my perception of reality.