The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C3 - Warped

Aaron heard a few giggles sounding out from behind him as he looked onwards, noticing the shards of glass haphazardly covering the floor, creating a trail towards a balling mess of orange hair currently laid against the dining table.

He'd never once before seen the older woman in such a state; usually she was the type to stay composed and show no signs of worrying under even some of the harshest conditions.

"It... i..s beca..use of y..ou.." The figure behind her stated, a few crooked chuckles erupting from God knows where.

Aaron's body stiffened at the thought; his shoulders slumped, breathing paused.

'If dad was here, then it would be different. But. It's not my fault. It can't be. It was the driver's fault. It must be.' Aaron reasoned, the figure behind him letting out what seemed to be a pained groan as it put its coarse hand on his right shoulder.

Flicking his head around to see the dark figure behind him touching him, Aaron felt an uncontrollable shiver sent down his spine as he impulsively flinched away from the contact.

The hand felt ice cold but weighed more than he thought ice would. It was so heavy that his legs started to tremble under the pressure; Aaron doubted that he'd even be able to take even one more step forward.

Hearing a sudden movement coming from in front of him, he turned around to see that the older woman had already lifted her head from the table, staring intensely at her.

"Ask... H..er...T..he fa...ul..t is yo...ur's a..lo..ne," It grumbled, the grating voice reverberating inside Aaron's head nonstop, as if it had just shouted into a large empty space.

The small orange-haired boy fell still at its words, his eyes avoiding the woman in front of him, landing on a picture of his father giving him a piggyback.

The food the older woman had made that day was truly delicious. Aaron could clearly recall the laughter of the three as Mikhail ran around with him on his shoulders.

'I'm sure Dad would be on my side.' He thought, fists bawling up in determination.

Looking up towards the older woman, Aaron stared at the orange hair that flowed from her head, finding comfort in the colour as she prepared herself to speak.

"It... It wasn't my fault? Right?" Aaron whispered, looking down to the floor after seeing the expression on the older woman's face.

He stared at the floor for what seemed to be an eternity, eyes glossing over the smooth wooden texture running all the way across the floor panel.

Looking back up towards the woman, inquisitive as to why she was taking so long.

But as he was moving her head upwards, he heard a loud voice erupt from in front of him, one that was unfamiliar to the boy.

"Shut up! Don't you dare!"

Once again frozen in place, Aaron didn't dare to look towards the older woman, shoulders trembling from the hostile words of someone who had been so kind to his all her life.

Suddenly the older woman stood up from her chair and quickly stood before Aaron, her hand raised in the air as her mouth opened in preparation to speak.

"If it wasn't for you, Mikhail would still be alive! Give him back to me!" A crooked voice attacked the small boy, the weight of the words violently bashing into Aaron's feeble figure, making him feel like he was about to collapse onto the ground.

The dark figure behind him burst out into a fit of laughter, falling to the floor due to its uncontrollable ebullition.

*SMACK*