The Demons Within (Male Yandere x Female Reader)

C12 - Prejudice

A decrepit corpse unstably stood upon an injured skyscraper, monolithic groans of pain echoing throughout the air from the leaning concrete giant.

Aaron stood opposite the figure, green rain slowly drizzling upon the both of them as he slowly took off the shirt that he found himself wearing.

A series of high-pitched chuckles sounded out from the corpse as it peered at the abundance of scars that dominated his body, appearing almost like a gallery of gruesome graffiti chiselled into his flesh and blood.

"More! Do you think that just cutting yourself a little bit is anything close to the eternal pain with which you have burdened me? Criminal! Repent!" It screeched out, charging towards the small boy as the corpse dashed down the slanting skyscraper.

It bent down to pick up an iron rod that solemnly laid atop of the rusted metal surface, causing the figure to stumble across the roof due to the wet surface, resulting in the bloodied figure tackling the small boy off the side of the tower.

Bam!

As the corpse collided with Aaron, the little boy became winded, gasping for breath as the two figures plummeted towards the hell below them.

Feeling a burning sensation stemming from his abdomen, he looked to see that a metal pipe had been lodged into his stomach, a cruel grin-shaped expression evident on the corpse, as if it were proud of its handiwork.

Closing his eyes, Aaron felt the calming whistling of the wind passing by him at breakneck speeds envelop his ears, before a series of deranged screams combined with a surge of pain exploded throughout his body as they both contacted the floor headfirst.

A chorus of heavy pants erupted from the orange-haired boy as he throttled awake in his small bed.

Body feeling as though it had been enveloped in a thick layer of sticky sweat, Aaron used his hand to rest his head on as he collected his breath for a few brief moments.

The boy couldn't remember the last time he had anything but a nightmare when he closed his eyes.

Looking at the binder sitting upon his bedside table, Aaron looked at the photos that he and Y/n had taken together over the past three years, most of the pictures torn here and there while some of the more recent photos included an extra third person, his breathing slowly calming.

Turning the faucet on, hot water poured out of the shower head and seeped into his body, causing a flurry of pain to once again assault the small boy.

Looking down at his feet, vision partially obscured by his long and unruly orange hair, what seemed to be thousands of cuts had called his body home.

The boy held a small razor in his right hand; his left wrist jutted out as he placed the razor atop of his veins.

The pain wouldn't last long. At least not longer than what he'd felt over the past few years.

"Hmph. You call that pain? Do it! DO IT! END IT ALL!" The figure beside him commanded, its hand grabbing onto Aaron's right wrist and pushing it into his left wrist.

Cutting in such a visible place, ignoring the lethal side effect, would signify the end of everything that he held dear to him, his friendship with Y/n, and now, Cai.

If they saw what kind of things he had done, then there was no doubt in his mind that he'd be all alone once again.

Blood started to trickle down his wrist as his resistance slowly became futile, his teeth biting onto the corner of his lips as he thought back to all the times he'd laughed with Y/n.