Bad End Night (Yandere Males x F! Reader)

Chapter Nine

A white butterfly flutters across a field, out of its element on such a rainy night. Butterflies are meant to lit upon pretty flowers in the warm sunlight and drink their sweet nectar. At night, butterflies are meant to be sleeping somewhere safe and dry.

Yet the raindrops never hit this butterfly. The butterfly flies on in a straight line, calm as can be. Magical, as if no harm can befall it.

It passes a nest where two turtledoves watch it fly by. In another nest, a cardinal watches it fly by too. All three birds let it pass without giving chase. Two frogs watch it fly overhead but do not stick out their tongues. A praying mantis watches it come within arms' reach but lets it fly by. A spider weaves its web, watching as the butterfly flies within centimeters of its sticky silk.

The butterfly leaves the field and flies through a black void. There are no flowers here. There is nothing here. Nothing but darkness.

The butterfly cannot see any longer. It flies faster and faster through the void, leaving the safe meadow far behind.

The birds chitter in laughter, the praying mantis rubs its arms together in applause, the frogs croak, and the spider stops spinning its silk to watch the butterfly- the only drop of white in a sea of black.

The butterfly slows. Tires. Weakens.

It floats to the ground, broken. The birds, frogs, mantis, or spider will have an easy meal in the morning.

The void presses in until all that can be seen is black, and that is when your eyes fly open.

You lurched out of bed and toward the first door you see. You opened up the bathroom, rushed for the porcelain, and proceeded to lose the contents of the night's feast.

Your head was killing you. You had that feeling like you had a nightmare, but you couldn't remember what it was. Sweat beaded at your forehead, rolling down to your cheeks. You wiped at it with the back of your hand.

You stepped up to the sink and washed your mouth out. Only now could you see how large and fancy the bathroom was. There was gold trim on everything- even the toilet. And by God did it look real.

The bedroom was even fancier. The walls were, unsurprisingly, red and the floor dark, but the bed was white, with a birch wood frame and an off-white canopy. A white writing desk stood in the corner, with a tall pouf pulled up to it. There were three red-curtained windows, all surrounding a window seat.

You kneeled onto the window seat and pulled the curtains back. As you had suspected, there was nothing but inky blackness outside. It was not raining, if you were to judge by the lack of tear tracks on the glass.

I must not have slept long. You climbed back onto the bed and got under the covers. The room was a little cooler than you would have liked, so you drew the blankets tight. You eventually dozed off.

When you woke, you were sure at least a few hours would have gone by, but drawing back the curtain proved there were no signs of morning light. Frustrated, you laid back down, tossing and turning while you tried to find sleep.

You laid there for what seemed like an eternity before sitting up and saying "fuck it". You were going to grab a glass of water and, while you were down there, you were going to look at the only clock in the whole damned house.

You opened your door quietly and peered down the hallway. The candles had been blown out and the hallway was silent. Deciding to move on, you headed down the spiral staircase, taking your heels off the floor and stepping softly to avoid the creaks.

Once you reached the landing, you headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you passed through the dining room, you could see through the windows that it was, indeed, still nighttime. It was so dark, in fact, that you wondered how you saw anything on this moonless night.

You slipped through the kitchen door and found yourself in the sparkling-clean room once more. You rummaged through the drawers but found most completely empty. No kitchen equipment except for the things you had used last night. The only cups you could find were the wine glasses. Deciding to settle with one of those, you carefully walked over to the sink and filled the glass. Then, you drank the water from it in short gulps. The glass was too small to quench your thirst, so you ended up refilling it a second and third time.

Unsure of what to do with the used cup, you placed it in the empty sink and decided you would offer to clean it in the morning. Most likely, Tsumi or Daisuke would be forced to do that though. You hoped they were paid well for their services.

You wandered back into the main entrance hall, looking for the grandfather clock to see how long you'd have to wait for the sun to rise. The dark floors creaked under your feet, despite your attempt to remain quiet. Finally, you faced the clock and read the time.

10:04.

"That's impossible," you said, stunned. There was no way to tell if it was "am" or "pm", but both were impossible! You had gotten drunk around 10 pm and you had definitely been in your room for hours. It couldn't be that dark outside at 10 am either.

You stared at the clock, shocked. Is it broken? I know for a fact it was working earlier!

Hands landed on each shoulder and you let out a scream, whirling around to face your attacker. Sunao and Mousou smiled pleasantly at you.

"What the fuck? You gave me a heart attack!" you spluttered, "What is wrong with you?"

They continued to smile, glass eyes trained on your face as they said, in unison, "The clock's not broken."

"It has to be," you said, "There's no way it's 10 unless there's some kind of lunar eclipse going on. Or is it solar? I can never remember the difference between eclipses. Anyways, it has to be broken."

"Time has stopped," Mousou said.

"It will continue to be 10:04 pm until an ending is reached," Sunao said.

"Stop messing around," you snapped, "Time is not frozen."

The dolls grinned back at you with lidded eyes, "Time has stopped."

"Your clock is just broken!" you yelled, tendrils of fear gripping your chest and making your breathing faster, "Just admit it! This is some kind of big prank!"

The dolls shook their heads, "Time has stopped."

"Shut up with that shit," you gripped a strand of your hair tightly in your fingers, the pain of pulling it from your scalp reminding you that it was reality, "You broke the clock just to mess with me."

The dolls shook their heads, and in unison once more, said, "Look outside."

"I did, it's dark!" you said, rolling your eyes.

"Do you see your car?"

"What the fuck did you do to my car?" you yelled. You ran to the front door and flung it open.

Only to be met with a black void.