"Damn, you're in a hot mess, aren't you?"
My eyes snapped open and I awoke in what looked like a therapist's office, the walls decorated with red and black pinstripes, paintings adorning them. On a desk was none other than Mika, writing away on a clipboard. Her masks were gone, and a half empty bottle of Dr. Pepper was next to her. Her headphones were blaring Melanie Martinez, I could hear them from my place on the lounge chair.
"Mika!" I shouted.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." She said blankly. "Calm down (name), this is just a dream. Didn't want to freak out your boyfriend. I can do without getting stabbed in the neck, thank you very much."
"He's not...I-I mean...what are you doing here in my dream anyway?" I asked. She laughed, continuing to write away on he clipboard.
"Checking up on you. I mean, since I can't get paid to be here, I have to entertain myself somehow." She said. "Can't believe Arran fucking fired me. Jackass, wasting my time, getting fucking arrested by that prick..."
"Mika!" I exclaimed. She paused and sighed, putting down her clipboard.
"Right. You have questions." She said annoyed, folding her arms. "Ask away."
"What the hell is this place?" I asked, standing up.
"My study. In Hell. Welcome to it I guess." She said, shrugging. "Try not to touch anything, some of the stuff that's in here is charmed."
"If this is my dream, how did I get here?" I asked, examining the paintings and shelves of old books. "And how do I know if I should trust you?" She laughed, picking up her Dr. Pepper and chugging it down.
"I brought you here. You'll be seeing me nightly. I find you interesting enough to stick around, despite my disturbance in cash flow." She explained. "And I guess you don't know if you should trust me or not. But I mean, I'd recommend you get on my good side. You don't want the chick who can tell your future to hate you, do you?"
"What did Arran fire you from anyway?" I asked, glaring at her. She growled.
"I was supposed to keep you 'pure' or whatever. Who the hell fucking cares?" Mika growled. "Listen, if I were you, I'd prepare myself. Your boyfriend is really into you, and they're not gonna like you running into other guys. It's gonna get spooky. If you don't like blood...well, too bad. You're already in pretty deep."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked snappishly.
"I'm just saying, don't fight him. You already bought a ticket for this carousel (Name), and it's spinning. You're not getting off any time soon either." Mika told me.
"Can't you help me?!" I said tiredly. She just laughed again. Why the hell was she getting some sick twisted kick out of this? These were people's lives she was toying with!
"Now why would I do that, huh?" She asked playfully. "Why would I turn off the ride rather than watch it spin like a top? Listen, if your life was truly in danger, I'd stop. I'd take you to another timeline where the boys have no interest in you, easy as pie. But for now, I'd rather just grab some popcorn and watch the show." Her eyes turned the color of coal, and she laughed darkly.
"What's your game Hawthorne?" I demanded. "What type of sick joy do you get from doing this?" She shrugged.
"Ever play the game 'Catherine'?" Mika asked. "If you haven't, I'd recommend it. In the main character, Vincent Brooks' dreams, he climbs a tower that has seven floors, some with multiple levels. He climbs a floor a day, which is pretty impressive. At the end of each level, there would be a landing with a confessional booth. On the other side of it was a man named Astaroth. He'd ask Vincent a question that would show his desire for order in his life, leading to marriage with his current girlfriend Katherine, or chaos, leading to life with a succubus named Catherine...with a C of course. He'd then take Vincent to the next level, and so on until he reached the end of the floor, where he would face a subconscious fear."
"And what does that mean for me?" I asked.
"I like to think of myself as Astaroth. I'm here to watch and ask you questions, then take you to the next night." Mika explained. "Right now, little sheep, you're climbing the tower of life with these boys. I wonder what ending you'll have." I growled, slamming my fist against the wall.
"Don't be coy! You already know what's going to happen!" I shouted.
"Of course I do. But telling you would make you avoid the fate I know of. It's like using a walk through in a game, the element of surprise is just gone." She said. "But I'll let you go in a minute. Just answer my question: Do you believe in love at first sight?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I SWEAR I DON'T MEAN IT TO BE A CLIFFHANGER!!
But don't worry, new chapters will be arriving soon. It's just the fact that I have to write two chapters for each boy...yeah, it's just going to take me a while. But I swear I'll get them done and posted as soon as possible! And don't forget: 10k views, Stryker lemon coming your way! Like, comment, share, I'd really appreciate it!...
Seriously I live for your comments and ideas.
I'll be doing them in order of number of views, so as of 7/16/17, the order is...
Stryker Manson: 2401 views
Kyren Rose: 1781
Johnny Ringo: 1503
Arran Mors: 1262
Riker Neko: 1047
CREATOR OUT!! ✌️
YOU ARE READING
Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader
RomanceSix Loves. Six Stories. THE DECISION IS YOURS. Kyren, your old babysitter hasn't seemed to age a day since last seeing you. Then again, the last time you saw him, his teeth were in someone's throat. Johnny, the new kid in school. Girls are obsesse...
