My Yandere ||mitch grassi X reader||

dEaliNG WiTh tHe DEmoN

(Look at the lyrics and see how awesome this song is.)

"Wh-wha?" I managed to say. She nods. Her brunette hair, dyed with purple, lime green, and blue streaks all match her expression right now: Joy.

"The concert is tomorrow, thank god I got them last minute!" She squeals. That hit me like gun bullets.

At night, I can't go to sleep. I look at my wrist, with the scar of his pocket knife. Life wanted me to deal with this. I'll get over with it. The day won't last long. I thought. I sigh, and try to go to sleep.

I wake up, and change into some sweatpants and a warm sweater. Art looks at me like I'm insane.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING THAT?!" She screams. I roll my eyes.
"Art, I'll change later. Don't get your panties in a twist." I say, sarcastically. She huffs.

I all do is worry in the inside, and eat. Plus nap. Art comes home. "Change!!!" She commands. She shoves me in my room.

(You don't need to have purple hair. Just have it curly.) I shower, change, apply makeup, and style my hair. I wear my black ballet flats. I wait for Art.

(Art's outfit below. Don't count the hair.)

"Nice." We both say to each other. We laugh. We go to a her fast food restaurant. After, we arrive. It was 5:30. Vip meets are at 5:45. Concert's starts at 6:15. As we arrive at the vip line, it was already long. We ended as the last ones. Art sighs.

25 minutes later.....
"Are you two the last ones?" The guard asks. Art nods. We walk in. My heart is racing. Will he notice me? "Hi there!" Pentatonix said, in unison. "They're the last ones." The guard said. I got Kirstie to sign my phone case. While Art was fangirling, I stood there, just amused at her. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was him. Mitch Grassi.
"Hiya there!" He said. I curl a small smile. "Of course you know who I am, but what's your name?" He asks. Nobody sees him prying for info. Sweat forms. Shizzzzz...... "Um, my name is y/n." I say, trying to not fume.
"Oh! Really? I used to have a crush on a girl who had a name like yours." He said. I start to itch. When I itch my left wrist, he noticed my scar. Oh crap. "Wait.....are you Y/n L/n?" He asks. "Yup, she is! Wait, how do you know her?" Art said; her face all confused.

"Concert's about to start." The guard said, shooing us out. Oh, even worse, that we have the row that is the closest to them. I look behind, and Mitch is looking at me. My gaze becomes icy, and I look away.

"EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT TO ME RIGHT NOW." Art said.

"He's the stalker I was talking about. I didn't want you to think about the bad side of him." I said, sighing. Art doesn't say anything. "You know, we can leave..." She said.

"No. You wanted to go to this. Let's stay." I say. She sighs in defeat.

During the concert, the first song they sing is Can't Sleep Love. Then Cheerleader. Now they are picking the chair girl. Mitch points at me. I freeze. The guards drag me to the chair. "Hiya there, I met you at the meet and greet! I want you to go backstage after this." Mitch said. Avi, Kevin, Kirstie, and Scott looks surprised. They shrug it off. They sing Let's Get it On. (I think that what they sing to the chair girl.) When it's Mitch's turn to do something to me, he sits on me and gives me a peck on the cheek. I hear tons of people wooing and screaming. I get flashbacks of the past. Mitch signals the Avi to take my backstage. I look at Art; she's giving me a worried expression. I sigh, and let Avi take my arm.

"You must be pretty special to Mitch." Avi said, as we walk to the backstage. "He'll see you later." He said, and went back to the stage. They sing a couple more songs; First Things First, Misbehavin, and Rose Gold. They ordered Art to stay. Mitch walks toward my way. "What do you want?" I ask, sternly. "It's been a long time." He sighed. "Yeah, and I loved that long time." I say. He hugs me. He whispers in my ear: "You won't get away from me." I get a major shiver down my body. I leave, all with a blank face.

"What did he do?" Art asks.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"WAIT!" I hear a voice call out. I turn around. It was Kirstie. You forgot your phone. I take it. "Thank you." I say, smiling. She smiles, and went to Mitch.

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I wake up to a text.

??????:(I swear to god I don't know his number. Because if I did, I would be texting him instead of writing this.)
Hi baby, it's me, Mitch.

My eyes widen. Oh shit. I run to tell Art. She's torn into pisces. Literally. Blood is everywhere. Body parts of her is everywhere. Her head is rolling towards me, looking lifeless. Her mouth is opened, blood dripping everywhere. The wall has her blood on it. It wrote:

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