Favorite Fixation (Yandere boys x Reader)

96.) Memento Mori

TW: MENTION OF SH AND S*ICIDE

Inside the kitchen, Asahi and Yuuto stood under the cold, sterile glow of the overhead light. Or, rather, Asahi stood, steady and upright, while Yuuto's head lolled to the side, his eyelids barely open, as if consciousness was slipping through his fingers. A needle was messily shoved into Yuuto's neck, the puncture wound smeared with blood where the needle had been carelessly jammed in. His yellow eyes, usually bright with malice, were vacant, staring at (Y/n) with a glazed, unseeing gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.

Asahi held Yuuto up, keeping his limp body supported. His grip was firm but unnervingly casual, as though handling a puppet rather than a person. The gray haired boy didn't seem to notice (Y/n) at first; he was fixated on keeping Yuuto's right hand connected to the source of the whirring sound, a device she hadn't noticed immediately. The machine, a small, jagged contraption cluttered with wires and blinking lights, emitted the relentless mechanical buzz. A blender.

(Y/n)'s stomach twisted as she focused on the blender, the horrifying sight etching itself into her mind with every passing second. Blood sprayed outward in wild splatters, painting the counter and tile walls in gruesome arcs of crimson. Yuuto's hand was pressed firmly inside, his fingers trembling violently as the high-pitched roar of the blender churned relentlessly, transforming whatever had been inside into an unrecognizable, bloody pulp.

Asahi's grip on Yuuto's shoulder was strong, his knuckles white as he held the boy steady, a sick grin plastered across his face. He leaned close to Yuuto's ear, his mouth moving in hushed tones that (Y/n) couldn't make out. The words were lost to the noise, but the malicious glint in Asahi's eyes spoke volumes.

"What the fuck?" (Y/n) whispered, her voice trembling. She instinctively took a step back, her hands clammy and cold, phantom pains shooting up her own hands as if in remembrance of the last time she'd felt that kind of fear. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out the world around her.

She needed to think. She had to regain control. The clanging noise that had first drawn her attention seemed to have faded into the background, overshadowed by the grotesque scene before her. Gathering her courage, she turned her gaze away from the horror of the blender, forcing herself to remember why she was there in the first place.

With her heart racing, she pushed herself toward the hallway, desperate to escape the bloodied chaos behind her. Each step felt heavy, weighted down by the fear that Asahi might turn his attention back to her at any moment. But she pressed on, searching for a way to get some help upstairs. The clanging... it had to have come from the basement. The (e/c) eyed girl didn't have to walk far to reach the basement door.

Her footsteps echoed softly as (Y/n) made her way down the basement stairs, each step slower than the last as apprehension crept up her spine. The air grew colder as she descended, goosebumps prickling her skin. The faint sounds of laughter and a distant voice reached her ears, haunting and chilling in the silence. She stopped at the bottom, momentarily frozen. The basement felt more suffocating than she remembered, shadows pressing in around her like watchful eyes.

Turning her gaze to the far side of the basement, (Y/n) noticed the one door she hadn't been inside before, which somehow looked out of place even in the warped context of this house. It sat next to Yuuto's torturous little "playroom," which made her stomach turn at the mere sight of it. She steadied her breathing and forced herself to approach, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Her heart pounded as she pressed her ear against the cold wood of the unfamiliar door. Muffled voices drifted through, followed by a disturbing giggle. The laughter was wrong, eerie in its mirth, making her heart skip a beat. Mustering every ounce of courage, she placed her hand on the handle, the cool metal biting against her palm. She hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly, but then, with a shaky breath, she turned the knob and pushed the door open just a crack.