The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C1 - Dusk

Erupting from his slumber, an unfamiliar white ceiling greeted the young boy, who was slick with sweat, clearly flagging the presence of a nightmare.

Staring at the ceiling above him, Aaron recalled what he could from his last moments of consciousness, causing a series of unpleasant memories to come flooding back.

The crimson liquid that desperately clung to his body before being washed away by the thunderous rain, a disfigured body that laid perfectly still, and a damaged vehicle that was located a few meters away from both adorning the scene.

Peering down towards his body, the boy panicked. He couldn't see the left side of the room, or his body for that matter. Lifting a shaking hand towards his left eye, a soft material greeted his fingertips, covering his eye completely.

Although the feeling of his left eye had yet to depart from his senses, leading him to conclude that he hadn't lost it.

He sat still for a minute or so before resuming his scan of the surroundings, finding the room to be mostly empty apart from some cheap-looking tables, a few pieces of machinery, and an IV drip that sat beside him.

A tube was connected to his wrist, feeding some sort of liquid into his veins, eliciting a discomforting feeling in the boy upon viewing the sight.

There were two other "people" in the empty room.

The former had vibrant orange hair, which cascaded around their figure. Seeming to be in her mid-forties, they sat asleep in what looked to be an uncomfortable position.

Their untidy appearance would have led anyone to rightfully conclude that they had arrived here as soon as possible.

The latter was an unfamiliar figure sitting in the corner of the room, motionlessly staring at the boy. The boy made sure not to look at the figure for too long, its patchy visage making him feel uneasy.

Aaron Barker had been dealt a poor hand of cards in life, cursed with a weak constitution since birth, which had resulted in regular mandatory hospital check-ups.

It was January when the accident occurred, the main culprit of why the skies had been so dark at only 7 p.m. in the afternoon.

Aaron and his father, Mikhail, had gone to the hospital closest to them by foot, and being the only arduous exercise Aaron received from his day-to-day life, the hospital's doctors endorsed the small trek by foot over to the nearby hospital over the use of a vehicle.

The check-up had concluded smoothly, consisting of a few rudimentary tests being performed on Aaron to gain data about the state of his weak body.

Usually, Mikhail would take him out to the convenience store to get some ice cream, but as it was early January, it had been a cold night, and thus he had ordained that it would be better to return to their house as soon as possible to reduce the risk of Aaron contracting a cold.

Aaron's illness was debilitating, not only for him but also for his family's finances.

The surgeries that the young boy required and had gone through so far were very costly for the middle-class family of three, burdening them with loans that they had to take out.

The common cold might as well be a deadly illness to him, of which he had not the best of chances to fight off, hence why he had to have so many check-ups.

Mikhail offered to give his son a piggyback but was promptly refused by the strong-willed boy, who wished to engage in physical exercise in the hope of helping improve the condition of his body.

Settling for just holding Aaron's hand, they quickly embarked on their venture back to their abode, of which neither would make it to their destination unscathed.