The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C4 - Tower

Days seemed to merge into weeks under the reign of the house's new leader. Sometimes the small boy would only leave his room to eat food, choosing rather to read all day in the comfort of his miniature room, head resting against a pillow that had been stained countless times by his tears.

Staring at his small, bruised hands, contracting them had become twice as hard as it usual had been. The same was true for the rest of his limbs.

Although, along with that came numbness. A devouring feeling that froze all his feelings away, locking them in a cage, key held tightly by the shadow that constantly stalked him.

And then, one day, he found himself standing in front of a polished black container.

He froze, eyes halting at the words embedded into the ceramic material.

There it stood, solitary and unanimated. A collection of what had been a key figure in his life up to this point. A black mist began to disperse from the container, shrill groans of pain escaping with it.

The longer he stared at it, the louder the moans emitted from it seemed to get.

Aaron quickly clamped his ears shut with his hands and closed his eyes tightly shut.

The next place he found himself had been in a medium-sized room, adorned in a simple full-black outfit. He saw people he'd never seen before, sombrely clambering around the older woman and offering her words of consolation.

An out-of-place youth stood closely next to what was presumably her father, somewhat uncomfortable around so many adults.

She fiddled with her hands whilst looking up to the downcast expression those around her wore, attempting to wear one herself to look the part.

'This hardly seems like the place to bring a child.' The small orange-haired boy pondered before pushing the irrelevant matter to the back of his mind.

*THUMP*

Finding himself in a familiar position, Aaron's orange orbs glazed over as he peered at the older woman who was currently attempting to maintain her balance, her lips deeply tugging into the bottom corners of her countenance.

Two black lines stained her face, her lips suddenly opening as an unintelligible slurred sentence flowed from her mouth.

Aaron's eyes clamped shut before he could make any sense of what the older woman was trying to say. Although he was sure it probably wasn't anything good.

Green raindrops sharply contacted the small boy's round face as he looked towards the two black eyes in the sky.

Wherever he went, they followed.

After being in this same dream for a few days, she realised that, at some point, he'd gained the ability to control the body he had been previously trapped in.

If he wondered away from Mikhail, he'd pause, stuck indefinitely as if he were waiting for Aaron to come back, bringing with him a painful demise.

His eyes looked down towards a reflective neon green puddle below his feet, peering into his own reflection.

A black shroud engulfed his body, bright red blood still present from the accident that was yet to come.

One disturbing feature that he'd come to realise was the large grin that his reflection always had equipped. Aaron didn't even know if he could physically make himself smile that largely. His usual white teeth had turned completely black, the same texture as the shadow's body.

"How large is this city? It feels as though I've been walking for hours." Aaron groaned, swiftly turning around to meet the figure who'd been trailing behind him all this time.