Male Yandere Oneshots

Thanksgiving

Involves Dismemberment and the indication of Cannibalism

          "Mmm... hm... mm..."

          The soft sound of someone humming slowly brought you out of your sleep. At first, your eyes felt heavy, like they didn't want to open, as your mind began to wake up. You abruptly notice a tightness all around you, making you feel cramped. It became clear that your arms and legs were tied up with a rope. Clearly, you've been like this for some time now. The texture of the rope was digging into your skin, rough and itchy. You let out a frustrated groan when you found you couldn't move your arms to scratch the itchy spots on your body. Finally, after gathering all your strength, you managed to open your eyes, even though it felt impossible. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the room, you slowly took in your surroundings. What you saw made your heart race. You were in what looked like your dining room, but everything felt strange and wrong, and in front of you was a sight that you never expected to see.

          You were at the dining room table, tied up just like you had thought. In front of you were other tied-up people; boys, and girls. All of them had blindfolds and mouthguards on, their heads all over the place as they all seemed to be unconscious. You didn't recall any of them specifically, but they all looked like they would be students in your school.

          Your heart started to race. It began to beat slowly, but soon it was pounding hard and fast in your chest. You struggled to catch your breath as the reality hit you—you had been kidnapped. Adrenaline surged through your body, and you pulled at the ropes that tied you tightly to the chair. You turned your head, desperate to look around the room and see anything that might help you understand what was happening. The walls were bare, and the air felt heavy as fear gripped you tightly.

          The room looked just like it always did, filled with the same plants and mirrors; alongside the usual fall decorations your mom had chosen ages ago. It was unsettling to be here, a place you should feel safe in. At first, you just looked around to take it all in, breathing in and out to soothe the aching pain of your pounding heart. It was helping to keep you calm until you began to feel restless. Finally, after all the soothing you did for yourself, you worked up the nerve to try and scream, but then it hit you—there was a mouthguard in your mouth. That's when everything just froze. A chill ran up your spine, and you felt the weight of dread settling in your stomach. You couldn't scream for help and you had no real way to move.

          You leaned unconsciously back into your seat, heart racing and mind racing even faster. The humming you heard earlier started creeping back into your thoughts. It had been so close, echoing in your ears, but if everyone else was out cold, then who the hell was making that sound? It felt like a scene out of a horror movie, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. The shadows in the corners seemed to loom larger, and every little creak of the floorboards made you jump. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself again, but it was hard to ignore that unsettling silence mixed with that eerie humming. It was a crazy blend of familiar comfort and creeping fear, and you were stuck right in the middle of it.

          That's when your fear became a cruel reality. Hands reached out from behind and gripped your shoulders. A giggling creepy voice emerged from the darkness in a sickly sounding way, he spoke, "Hi hunnnyy~..." His voice cracked in a way that made him sound mentally unstable, though this was already known. His giggles were so loud, wild, and haunting. "You're s..so preettyy..." Goosebumps rose on your skin as his breath grazed the skin of your neck. You couldn't build up any courage to move like before, frozen in place with your eyes wide. "So.. pretty.. so tasty..." A slimy wet feeling overtook the hot breath, his tongue grossly clumsily sliding on your neck. You cringed in response, your nails digging into the wood of the chair you were tied to.

          He threw his head back and cackled at your reaction, his laughter booming in the air. It was a wild mix of screams and chuckles, "HA... HAHA! HAHAAHAHA!" Each laugh came out with a hiccup, making it sound even more chaotic as he struggled to catch his breath. His loudness cut through the room, waking up the others at the table, who quickly tensed up and looked around in panic. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, pounding hard as if it wanted to escape. Your eyes felt dry and wide open, frozen in fear as you tried to process what was happening around you.

          The laughter followed the man as he strolled to the far side of the table. At last, you could see him clearly. You didn't know who he was, but he appeared to be a boy with long, messy hair that rose in every direction. His smile was big and creepy, stretching across his face in a way that felt wrong. His wide eyes looked around with a strange intensity that made you feel uneasy. His thin, fragile body only added to the unnerving feeling that came from his presence, making him seem even more out of place. The knife he held in his hand made up for the rest of that fear. He was heaving, his ribs were visible through the fabric of his skin, each breath he took only highlighting them. The mere sight of him made you feel oddly ill, wanting to vomit. The mouthguard held you back from doing that, making you choke back the taste of your nausea.

          "I... I.. get dinner.. for pretty.." He giggled. The person he stood behind now was crying, panicking in their seat as they sobbed. That didn't seem to deter the boy. He gripped the person's hair and yanked their head backward, the knife placed against their neck.

          You closed your eyes suddenly, unable to bear the sight. The screams of terror were enough. Everyone was screaming, begging him to stop with muffled voices. The splatter of blood and the slicing of the knife was so loud. Your face turned red with how tightly you scrunched up your face. Tears dribbled down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut firmly. You sobbed, drool trailing from your mouthguard as you weren't able to control your emotions. The soft giggling laughter of the man only continued even after a loud bang hit the table, confirming the results of his knife work.

          Your eyes opened with your head turned upward to the ceiling, not wanting to see what you knew was on the table. Those around you seemed to be crying and shaking just like you were. Your mind was all over the place, unable to feel pity for them as you were already imagining your own eventual death. This had to be a dream, please, wake up.

          A rough hand gripped your jaw. The scent of blood filled your nostrils automatically, making you gag as it was smeared against your throat. The smell clogged your nose and you vomited against the mouthguard, forced to swallow it back down when it prevented you from spilling. Tears stung your eyes and you nearly choked on the disgusting taste. The loud laughing returned and your eyes snapped open out of reflex.

          You regretted it automatically. The person who sat at the end of the table, the same one the man had just stood behind--his head was gone. His neck leaked blood down his torso. On top of the table, on a silver platter, was his head; cut up and bloody. The man slid the platter close to you, his creepy smile widening as he spoke, "G..Good.. food for pretty..." He said this as if he had just done a deed that deserved praise for, proud of himself for getting you 'food'.

          You started seeing stars. Everything became a blur as his manic laughter rang in your head, reducing your vision to a picture of moving blobs. He wasn't done with just cutting off someone's head. Every meal needed some sides, and his nice easily cut through the rest of the guests. Their screams, the sound of gushing blood. The mix of organs that piled on the table was sickening. What torture...

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          "HUA!" You suddenly sat up in bed, your heart racing and your eyes scanning the dark room. It was quiet, and the only sound was your TV softly playing the last episodes of your favorite show. The blankets felt cozy and warm on top of you, making you feel safe once again. You took a deep breath, realizing it was just a dream. Slowly, you lay back down, feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks. You knew none of it had been real, but the emotions felt so strong. It was all just a dream...