The Demons Within (Female Yandere x Male Reader)

C31 - Influence

"It really gets dark so quickly nowadays," Y/n lamented, his emerald orbs moving upwards towards the endless expanse above, hopping between several stars that shone bright, breaking through the lifeless realm that was space and somehow reaching his eyes.

The small orange girl glanced towards her taller counterpart, taking in his saddened expression before twiddling her thumbs; her expression slowly became red.

Whether that was due to the cold weather that had descended upon the living world or some other factor, only Chloe could tell.

"So you don't like winter?" She queried, rubbing her cold hands together in a futile attempt to warm them up, her eyes locking on to Y/n's hands, which lifelessly hung from his shoulders.

He looked tired. Exhausted even. As if he had spent all his energy on something, only to come up with nothing to show for it.

"Dislike, huh? Well... that's one way to put it. For some reason... I always lose things in winter—things that I hold dear to me. Things that don't come back in spring."

Snatching his left hand within her scarred right, Chloe let out a small sigh, a smile breaking out onto her countenance.

"Well... At least you'll always have little ol' me, right?"

Y/n's expression brightened, clearly appreciating her attempt to cheer him up. Suddenly he broke out into a small fit of giggles, which took a few seconds to recover from before he regained his ability to speak.

He gave her a little smirk before speaking, "Little ol' you, huh? You might be a little too small for me though~"

Chloe's expression turned into a frown as she wound up her left hand into a fist and sent it into Y/n's chest.

The larger boy bent over in mock pain, a bout of laughter flowing from his mouth as he quipped back at the girl, "Still as weak as ever, huh!"

Still holding his hand in hers, Chloe bit her lip slightly, her eyes nervously diverting from his form before speaking.

"You... You should come round mine... We can watch a movie or something..."

Y/n turned stiff at her words, his face slowly turning towards the small orange girl's.

"Really?" He asked, his mouth slightly hung open in shock.

Reverting back to his normal posture, he faced his friend directly before continuing.

"You've never invited me over to yours before." He exclaimed, his expression becoming more excited by the second.

"We've gotta buy some snacks! What movie do you wanna watch? I've heard the Godfather is pretty good?!"

Chloe felt as if a large weight had been taken of her shoulders, a relieved smile blooming upon her face.

"I was never capable of winning by playing fair. And I've never tried. Nor do I intend to start now."

"Oh, trust me darling, I know. Our kind never does." Nathanial scoffed, his deformed face sporting a deep frown.

"Lea Holton. Age 18. Renowned classical artist reported missing after not being seen for the past two weeks. History of going out on her own... Last scene leaving the house for an unspecified reason." A scraggy voice summarised, taking a large puff of a cigarette before exhaling it, a grey cloud of smoke slowly rising into the air.

The glow of the red-hot cigarette butt shimmered in the reflection of his glasses, throwing the object to the ground once it had been fully used, stomping on it with his dark leather shoes until the final embers died out.