Devour [yandere! harem! Dandy's world x f! Reader]

2-why did i

"there was confusion and there were flames
i had always felt the fire call my name
but this was different, i could taste the fear
and the sweet release as the end of all drew near" ~paris paloma
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You feel your body move before you can even process it, adrenaline coursing through your veins and making your hands shake. You’re running back into your apartment, towards Aster, and away from the thing that resembles a woman. She locks her sights on Wren, the closest person, and launches her body with full force as a gurgle bubbles up from her throat. Thankfully, Wren sidesteps the attack with a horrified expression, noticing you running and immediately following.

The woman slams into the wall nearby with a thud.

"Wren! Y/N!" Aster screams at the top of his lungs, a clear edge laced with terror in his voice. You reach the kitchen quickly finding him. He stands with a butcher knife, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his brow.

"What do we-" you begin, panicked and out of breath. Your blood surges with adrenaline once more when the woman lets out a wail as if disappointed she isn't gorging on you and the twins' flesh. Wren then runs into the kitchen, noting his brother's tight grip on a knife. Knowing it is better to have some kind of weapon than none, he opens a drawer and pulls out a meat tenderizer.

"Y/N," Wren says, his voice almost too calm for the situation, "stand behind us. Whatever happens," there's a thud from the entrance followed by dragging footsteps, "you prioritize your survival." Without a second thought, your feet are carrying you behind the two brothers, like a shield. Your hands tremble as you remember the way that man in the street shredded an unsuspecting victim within seconds. Tears are streaming down your face. When did you start crying?

The woman drenched in blood suddenly makes her way to the kitchen. No words are exchanged between the brothers, but  Wren is holding the tenderizer like he is ready to strike as he steps forward. Aster walks a bit behind him, readying the knife he brandishes. They seem like a unit, moving together without even having to look in each other's direction.

As predicted, the woman lunges at Wren once more, which he sidesteps even faster than he did previously. Her body slams into the kitchen counter with her torso practically splayed out across the clean surface. The more you watch her, the more inhuman she seems. Her movements are twitchy and not cohesive, like each limb is moving at a different time than the rest. And now that she is splayed out, you realize the large chunk of her flesh that is ripped out of her throat. Something had mauled her. Her nails are cracked and jagged, and you recognize it from your training as a sign she was fighting for her life, scratching the living hell out of someone or something.

Wren wastes no second with the woman's position, raising the tenderizer about his head and slamming it down onto the back of the woman's head as strong as he possibly can. You let out a yelp in surprise at the brute force he is using. He is going to kill her. A sick thwack sounds out with the sound of a crunching skull. A raspy, demented scream comes from her upon impact, and she tries her best to get up from her position. But Wren is back to beating her head. And before you know it, Aster uses his foot to kick her to the ground before stabbing her in her chest. Your hand covers your mouth in shock, more tears streaming down your cheeks as it feels like you can't breathe.

Blood dances upon their skin as the twins relentlessly hammer and stab the woman, the blood pooling out of her wounds and onto them not matching what you know as blood; it is as if in the process of decomposing, turning into a darker sludge rather than a liquid. And finally, the woman seems to stop moving once her chest is full of holes and her head is smashed in beyond recognition. Wren and Aster pant heavily, the quiet one falling against the counter with his grip tight on the tenderizer, staring down at what he has done whilst the usually boisterous one crumples onto the floor, staring in horror at his bloodied blade and body. There is an eerie silence between you three, and between breaths, you slowly approach the woman.