You would of never thought you'd see such things below the science department, tools used for woodwork placed on an old bench without any thought of organisation, but would you ever think they would be stained in a sickly red substance of which carries a metallic scent also known to man as blood. Any other persons first reaction would be to run far from such a place and contact the police that's exactly what you would of done if you hadn't heard a raspy voice quietly say hello... From the tone they sounded parched as if they had screamed in till they could no longer.slowly and cautiously you made your way over to the voice as if one small step would alert your worst nightmare. What you seen surely would make anyone's jaw drop, there sat a boy no older then 15 cowardly sitting in the middle of a dimly lit cage a little bit bigger then your average bathroom stall knees to his chest. At a closer look you could make out a dark mop of hair uneven and unwashed and the dullest shade of green eyes you had ever seen dark bruises covered the skin that was showing but most were covered by rags which much have been clothes at one point but the thing that shocked you the most was the fact that this boy was without a doubt extremely under weight like he'd never been fed. You leaned down so you were eye level with him you could tell the boy was uncomfortable with the gaze you sent towards him.
Moments past between the you two. All the time nobody made a noise ____ sat and wondered how this boy was still alive. Deciding to break the ice that was growing thicker with every moment ____ asked some simple questions which anybody would of been able to answer. But alas she only got the same answer for every question.
"Who are you?"
"I don't know""Why are you here?"
"I don't know""What's your name?"
"I don't know""How old are you?"
"I don't know"____ decided there was no longer a point in asking questions as the boy would probably answer with the same thing every time. As if on cue ____ sighed and slouched back feeling disappointed with not getting a proper answer from the ragged boy.
Time past and ____ dropped her head feeling no point in staying any longer with the strange boy, but still she had to find a way to get the boy out of this cage. With a sudden boost of confidence she lifted her head to come face to face with the boy.
____ she jumped back a little and almost screamed at how close the boy was. She would of screamed if the boy didn't look like he was about to cry. ____ sat confused as if waiting for an answer and that's exactly what she got.
"Please don't go..."
Baffled by what the boy had said ____ froze on the spot as if she had turned to ice in a Matter of seconds it wasn't in till the boy reached out and gently took ____'s hand in his own it was as if one wrong move would break ____ in to tiny pieces like glass shattering on the ground.
The boy held her hand for what seemed like hours And showed no sign of letting go soon. It was as if he was captivated at the fact someone was willing to touch him. Had nobody let the boy touch them in such a way ?
But still ____ sat still waiting for the boy to let go but still nothing. ____ began to pull away but the boy only tightened his grip on ____. The (e/c) eyed girl only struggled more as his grip was becoming vice like with every second."Please..."
The girl froze for a second as if she doubted the boy had really said something
"P-please d-don't go..."
"W-what?"
"I don't like being alone. It hurts!"____ stopped and let the boy hold her hand and cry all the while. Suddenly the boy looked up and behind the (h/c) haired girl a look of horror on his face obviously meant that someone or something was behind the girl
How did you find Ryota? And this place?
Well doesn't matter you won't make it out of here alive!
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Test subject R-1 (yandere x reader)
FanfictionAbandoned at 5 years old Ryota was left on the streets to die. Alone and lost Ryota soon became crazy twitching, giggling and killing some animals and bugs for the twisted desire he had to fulfil deep inside himself. That was until mr Ashberg a scie...