Yandere Grell x Male!Reader

Breakdown

William has been gone for a week and a half now. You didn't even know him that well, and you knew this was unlike him. He didn't seem like the type to take long breaks like this, or maybe he was. You don't know, but it made you uneasy. You've listened in occasionally on some small talk made by others upon leaving, and you've heard from numerous accounts that William's disappearance is, in fact, an oddity. Somehow, paperwork still appeared on your desk, and you still completed it daily. But of course, not without disturbances. You often overworked yourself, trying desperately to focus on it and nothing else- no other distractions. You concentrated hard on each paper you were given, not allowing anything else to enter your brain. You shoved down the footsteps you heard pacing up and down the hall, shoving down every burning eye, every phantom grip you felt on your skin, every sudden burst of the scent of roses, something was off. She was here you knew it- NO. SHE IS GONE. FOCUS. You screamed at yourself mentally, rushing through your paperwork, you need to get your shit together, William's disappearance is at inconvenient timing, and unusually long, but... you drowned the thought as you just kept working. You had to get her out of your head, you can't let her have this satisfaction. You can progress onward, you can focus, do work, you can separate yourself, you- you blocked your thought as it became nothing but a blur of focus.focus.focus.focus.focus. Over and over. You're fine, William's gone-, just focus, get your work done, she's searching for you-, FOCUS. Your thoughts scrambled and you heard your ears ringing- it was unbearable. Too much thinking. You held your head for a moment, occasional spasms riddled your body, and you lifted your head, continuing your work. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Wait. Were you done? You looked to your left, where you kept all your unfinished things, and there was nothing. You rose up, taking the papers to William's office, yet again, nothing else awaited you but an empty office chair. You went home, taking the longest route tonight, arrived home, unlocked the door, stepped in, locked it, got changed, laid down, got back up, checked the locks, laid back down, fought off the burning sensations of the eyes, fell asleep- your nightly routine, some nights being worse than others. For whatever reason, tonight was worse, much worse. You felt every grip on your arms, you could feel her eyes burning into yours no matter where you looked, even if you closed them. It took an hour, maybe a few minutes more for it all to fade off, only allowing minimal sleep. Everything seemed rushed, time felt so rushed, your thoughts were rushed, and you were beginning to loose the concept of time altogether. It was all just based upon what you were doing in the day; hours nor minutes existed, seconds blended into minutes into hours and you couldn't keep track of it all. Even in your sleep, you tossed and turned until you woke up the next morning. You took the short route to work, a particular uneasy feeling riddling your stomach. You shouldn't go, something is waiting for you. Thoughts wedged it's way into you, but you pushed them down- work is all that matters now. It's what you've got to do. You went into William's office, he wasn't there, and there was a stack of papers waiting for you. The feeling never left as you sat down in your office. You need to escape. You are unsafe. Run. You shoved these thoughts down, they're not true. You're fine, you just need to focus. Your brain started screaming 'focus' over and over, which you have become accustomed to by now, and in fact actually at times helped you. But still you felt something was off. There were no footsteps. No grips. No odd, misplaced noises or smells or anything. It's about time you had a break from it, actually able to do your work without flooding and blocking your thoughts. All except for that one uneasy feeling telling you to run, a feeling of impending doom. It churned in your stomach through the entire day as you paced yourself through your work, almost relaxed if it weren't for the feeling. As the pages of the paperwork flipped, the feeling grew stronger, ever so slightly. As with everything else, you couldn't quite justify this. You knew in your heart, in your stomach something was off. The stack of papers was larger than usual, and you became lost in it, zoning into it as you once did, no other thought other than occasional 'run. You need to run. You are unsafe. Something will happen-' but this was the easiest thing to shove down, although this feeling grew much stronger as the stack of papers dwindled, and you completed it at a much later time than usual, judging by the amount of people still here. You returned the paper stack to William's office, and to your absolute shock, a stack of overtime work sat in the middle of the desk. You shakily took it back to your office, the feeling in your stomach growing stronger as you did it; your hands shook, your palms were sweaty, even though it wasn't even that much work. It seemed like forever, each page dragging on as the feeling of dread churned in your stomach, your throat, and as it dwindled, throughout your whole body. There was nobody else here, it was awfully late, you realized this as you shakily walked down to William's office once again, although something urged you- no, dragged you, back to your office. Every footsteps felt like a struggle, opening the door to William's office, your head down as usual as you entered. You closed the door behind you as usual, and when your head lifted, you felt everything in you go weak, you felt bile rise in your throat, dropping the paperwork on the floor, all in shock of what you saw. "Found you, my love~" The red-headed reaper sat sprawled out in William's chair. You reached behind you for the door handle, pushing it frantically but the door was locked?! How was it locked?! Grell picked up a metal bat that must've been leaning against the desk- you recognized it, wait, how the fuck?! That was yours- you kept it alongside your death scythe in your apartment just for extra protection- how did she?! You kept frantically trying to escape, clawing at the door as your thoughts scattered, Grell standing up and strutting towards you, humming a sweet tune;

"I know (I know), you belong to somebody new,
but tonight, you belong to me~"

At the end of the tune, she raised the bat, swinging it at your head, and before you could even register the pain, you blacked out, hitting the floor.

(Authors note: if you don't know where that's from, here's the song- it's only the first part, you don't have to listen to the whole thing)

(I just felt like the song fits here)