Yandere! Twins x Reader

Friend or Foe?

A/N: Okay, to be fair, I had the worst time trying to upload that picture. Yes, I made it myself. No, I don't care if you use it or whatever, just remember to give credit please. Yes, your opinions are welcomed. No, this will not be a chapter that is too serious (maybe) because I'm too exhausted from trying to get it there and still be able to see it properly. It's not really based off of how I look, but it is one of my 'personas', so to speak. I hope you enjoy the chapter. *goes and cries in a corner* and the song is her theme song, so yeah. Picture is on the right of the vid... *still sitting in corner* 

Video doesn't belong to me (but Zero Miz-Kun on youtube. The song is Nightcore Murder Melody)

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Y/N's P.O.V

The figure emerged (or fell) from the shadows to reveal a (above picture) girl. Everyone looked at her curiously before she bowed, her brownish-red hair falling past her shoulders.

"Kyoki Rivers, at your service." She stood up tall and proud, her ears twitching slightly. I blinked at her before I walked over and tugging on them. "Uwah?! H-hey!! Stop doing- ouch!!" She let out a cry and began whimpering. "Hey!! Cut that out!! It hurts!!" I let her ears go, but I still watched them intently. I backed up slowly and shifted my gaze to her abnormally fluffy tail. Catching my glare, she held onto her tail as if she'd die and backed up a few steps.

"Um... W-why are you here?" Josh timidly spoke up. 'Kyoki' turned to him and smiled sheepishly. "Actually, I was here for the longest time, it's just I've always stayed in the shadows. It's kind of where I stay..." She finished her sentence and looked at her feet, a little black sprite-thing suddenly landing on her shoulder.

"Mhm... So what are you going to tell us now? That you're a witch of some sort?" Mason crossed his arms and raised a suspicious eyebrow at her. She shook her head. "Of course not, because I'm not a witch. I'm a demon, but not in the traditional sense." She held her hand out to the little black sprite-thing and hit hopped onto her hand, quivering slightly and letting out adorable little 'squee!'s from time to time.

"To start off, this little guy is called a Darku. He's basically a Spirit of the Shadows (not from any language. I just wanted a simple name to call them by). I am a demon, but the kind of demon I speak of are what you would most likely call a black angel, I suppose? We work with angels, but we do more of the 'dirty work' while they heal the injured." She explained in as simple of terms as possible and as smoothly as possible. Lucas suddenly cleared his throat not long after and we turned our attention to him.

"Right... So you're saying you're a demon, but we should trust you because you work with angels...?" He looked at her untrustfully, looking at her appearance from top to bottom. She had fairly simple clothing on: A long, black sleeved shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans and some converse. She nodded once. "If you need proof, all you need to do is wait for some of my siblings to swing by." She smiled warmly, not a single drop of bad intentions tainted it.

I slowly sat down, confused by the sudden changes of events that had been going on lately. First the twins break out of jail (which I still don't know why the police haven't shown up yet), and now there's a demon standing in my living room. My head began to throb the longer I thought about it and I groaned. Kyoki walked over to me and kneeled so we were almost level with each other. She placed a hand on my shoulder sympathetically.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but everything that is happening right now is very important. Including the facts that Mason and Lucas broke out. If they hadn't things would probably take a pretty dark turn." I looked up at her, shock engraved upon my face. She looked at me sincerely, her red eyes shining lightly. "How...?" I began asking, but she cut me off. "For now, let questions be questions. You obviously need time to comprehend the things that are happening now, so lets just relax, yeah?" I nodded and leaned back into the chair. Josh sat next to me, Mason on the other side, and Lucas standing behind. Kyoki stood up entirely and the entire house began to shake.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as the room was engulfed in black, the rumbling failing to cease. "Kyoki?" I timidly called her name as she looked around frantically. "Where are you, you shitty bastard?!" She began calling out to something as she pulled out throwing knives from god knows where. The lights flickered back on and the shaking stopped, but Kyoki refused to rest. She opened her mouth and began explaining once again.

"What you're about to see is what you should be calling a demon. In our world, we call them Neutrals, but what ever floats your boat." She turned around, facing us once again when a loud bellow came from behind Lucas. A giant creature of unknown sorts jumped over us and tackled Kyoki to the ground, it's claws and teeth trying desperately to rip her apart. She growled, using her hands to fend of it's razor-sharp teeth. She let out a roar and kicked it so it went flying behind her, turning her back towards us as the creature flailed about and stood up.

"What ever you do, do NOT move an inch." She commanded as the monster hunched over and prepared to pounce at her again. She held her knife tightly and threw it, hitting it's mark in one of it's eyes. It let out a shriek and charged her again, throwing it's head about before ramming into her abdomen. She used whatever strength she had to push it back away from us, grabbing the knife still lodged in it's eye and jamming it into the other. She pulled it out again and stabbed it repeatedly and it began to grow weaker. It finally let up and fell to the ground, evaporating into a black haze before disappearing completely.

Kyoki panted heavily before falling over. We waited insecurely, but rushed over when she didn't move. We rolled her onto her back to find heavy amounts of looked like a blackish scar on her arms and neck. Mason reached out to touch it when a voice echoed from behind us.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you..."