Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

Enter Rival: The Impulse (Johnny's Story)

*~JOHNNY'S POV~*

It was quiet, but everything seemed to scream at me all at once. God, I hated that guy, every think about that sack of shit annoyed me. He was a pompous bastard that thought everything was entitled to him and him alone.

And he was just my impulses personified.

I laid on my bed, clutching a pillow tightly to my chest. The sour taste of blood was still on my tongue, even after trying to scrub the taste out as hard as I possibly could. All this for his teeth to look less deadly, and only for a year! I growled at myself, burying my face inside of the pillow.

"You know, the more you try to ignore me, the more powerful I get."

Even the sound of his voice infuriated me.

"You're not real. You never were. Not in this life or the last one." I said angrily.

"I'm more real than you want to believe. What made you want to sell your soul to the Demon Lord? Impulse." He said, walking over to me. "What made you take the girl's notebook and all those intimate pictures you adore to keep around on your mirror? Impulse. What drove you to brutally murder an innocent teenager for the sake of protecting your own interest? Impulse."

"Go away." I spat, looking up at him.

"Don't get short with me Johnny Boy, I'm just trying to help you. Arran's not your friend. The only one you can trust is yourself, and you can barely do that these days." He said, sitting next to me. "And I'd apologize for the whole 'eating the whore whole' thing, but I don't think, I just do."

"That's your problem. You don't think. You're an uncalculated disaster waiting to happen, and I don't need that. I have one last shot at getting her heart. I want her to be mine." I told him. "And if she doesn't want to be with me, she'll learn to like it."

"Oh, and I'm the monster?" The Impulse said, laying back. "That was impulsive, that right there. If she doesn't want to come with you, what will you do with her?"

"She'll understand that what I'm doing is for her own good. Eventually. I can give her a home here, and I'll let her do anything she wants. I've been waiting so long for an opportunity like this. Don't you understand? This is my only chance. Last time, those bastards took it away from me, because they thought I wasn't good enough. I've built my life up to be ready for this moment. If she says no...I don't know what I would do." I said, moving the pillow away.

"So then let me take over. I'll have her sooner than you ever could alone." He said, looking down at me. "Whaddya say?" I narrowed my eyes at him, balling my fists and clutching at the pillow.

"What do you take me for, an idiot?" I growled. "You're not going anywhere near her. You belong to Arran, and he's sure as hell not going near her either. He's a beast and a monster, and I won't allow his selfish and sadistic ass anywhere close to (y/n)." The Impulse sighed, standing back up.

"Come now, I thought we were making great progress. You and me, we could be partners on this, friends even!" He said, combing his fingers through his hair.

"I don't have friends. They only hold me back, or worse, make me devour a living person whole." I said resentfully. "Go back to wherever you crawled out of, before I make it so you'll never go anywhere alive." I told him, sitting up. He scoffed, laughing at me uncontrollably. I gritted my teeth. The nerve of this bastard.

"Kill me? I'm but a figment of your insane imagination. I'm just the suppression of all of you emotions that you tried to hide inside of yourself for so long. You can't just kill me Johnny. I've been here too long for you to just push me down deep inside like you did with the rest of you're emotions. That's how you ended up with me in the first place." He said. I grinned, folding my arms. He staggered for just a moment; I could tell my smile unnerved him.

"So what if I just let it out, huh? Just let all of those emotions out at once. I'll be just like you, won't I? But...better. I won't need you. I can control my own impulses, I know exactly what to do, and I'm going to get (f/n) (l/n) whether Arran or you likes it or not!"

...

...

Silence.

A flash of darkness just for a moment, then my empty room. The Impulse was gone, and it was only me now. It felt like some giant weight had been removed from my shoulders, like the chains of years had been removed from my ankles. I could run free again, and I was free to choose what I wanted.

And I wanted (y/n).