Let's Play. {Yandere!Crocodile x Reader}

Word To The Wise.

"I am sorry to inform you, but..." Daz Bones rumbles, his voice might be deep and comes off as cold to some, but he has the smallest tint of respect in his tone when he addresses you. Of course he would, he's the right-hand man of your fiancé after all. 

Yes, you're Crocodile's bride-to-be, one of the most powerful men you have ever met, not that he intimidates you much. It isn't necessarily a marriage you wanted though.

From what you can gather, your delight of a father had essentially sold you to the man. Crocodile had spotted you shopping with your parents, liked what he saw, offered your father a large sum of cash and that was all he needed to do.

Who says romance is dead, right?

"What do you want?" You hiss to Daz Bones from your seat at your dressing table, certainly not sugar-coating your displeasure in his presence at all. Who does this walking bolder think he is anyway? Just barging into your room like he owns the place and then glaring as if you're the intruder?! "Please do make it quick, I'd like a bath today."

The slight twitch in the man's brow doesn't go missed, he doesn't much care for your disrespect toward him. But are you scared? No. He might have the body of a fucking Transformer but if he lays a finger on you, he gets Crocodile on his ass. 

Sure, you hate your fiancé as much as you hate Bones over there. But it doesn't mean you don't take pleasure in the protection you receive from him. 

"I've been told to inform you that your friend, Shanks, has died. Heard he was butchered last night."

Well, until now anyway.

"Butchered?" You keep your voice cold and crisp, your brows already beginning to knit together as anger begins to rise within your very core. The situation before you is as clear as day, especially since Shanks wasn't necessarily your friend. 

You only met him last night when you were in the bar, drinking away your worries. And the man had merely shared a few drinks and a chat with you. Nothing more and nothing less, but the fact that Bones labelled him as your friend?

Well, it's blatant to you that Crocodile had some worm spying on you last night and didn't appreciate what he was told. Must have resorted to violence and ordered someone to kill the potential threat, that's usually how it goes. And that's why you no longer have friends. 

They're all either dead or scattered as far away from you as possible, all because of this man.

A wave of guilt washes over your body as you think back to what that red-haired male had told you while you were drinking together, he was ecstatic because he had found out that he was going to be a father in just eight months time.

What of that child now? And his wife? Will she even cope?

A small smirk spreads across Daz's lips as he takes his leave, the male obviously picking up on your saddened state. Sure, he shows you respect for Crocodile's sake but he has just as much distaste for you as you do for him and he no-doubt loves seeing you upset like this.

"Why do I put up with this shit?" You murmur to yourself morbidly, reaching out to a pair of scissors on your dresser and just staring down at them once you had them in your grasp as minutes just seem to tick by. 

And then it hits you. 

Why do you put up with this? If you tried to leave, he'll hunt you down and ruin any other chance of happiness you have. Kill all of your friends and any other lover you may find. Still staring down at the small hairdressing accessory in your hand, one thought comes to mind