Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

(HALLOWEEN SPECIAL): SPOOKY!

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]

SPOOOOOOOOOKKKKKAYYY!

(I'm sorry, I'm obsessed with this holiday, so I figured I'd do some bonus chapters. I mean, who doesn't want extra chapters, right? The fun never ends! I'll do it simple with one chapter for each boy, might do Mika's, but boys take priority. Enough about me, let's start gettin' spoopy!)

I was in Mika's room yet again, but at the very least I was back on my own terms. I had my phone with me while she read her overtly sexual manga. It was fairly quiet, save the music coming from her headphones, but I had gotten used to that. Mika slammed her book closed, throwing it against the wall. She groaned, laying backwards on her desk. Something else had gotten her in a mood...maybe I should just get Katsu to cook up some noodles for her again.

"This main story arc is getting exhausting!" She shouted. "Besides, why the hell should I continue with this plain shit? It's Halloween! It's time for SPOOKY!"

"Ehh...what do demons do for Halloween?" I asked. "Wait...'story arc'?"

"Never you mind that part." She said, waving her hand passively. "Halloween is like, the party-est time of the year for demons! The boundary between worlds is broken down until the Day of the Dead, and all of us are set loose to do whatever we want!" I rolled my eyes. So, she was just looking for an opportunity to get wasted and cause trouble.

That's not that surprising, actually...

"So, what are you planning on doing other than get wasted?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She sat up, adjusting her bangs and her headphones. She whipped out a deep red invite to some obscure party. I could only guess; it was written in Latin.

"You can read Latin?" I asked, pointing it out. She scoffed, stashing it away.

"Well, yeah. Latin is the language of the original demon. It was pretty standard, until we had to start adapting to you losers when we wanted to steal your souls." Mika said. "Anyway, it's a massive rave with a Tim Burton theme at the abandoned Home for Wayward Children."

"There's a lot of abandoned things in (hometown), huh?" I asked, thinking about it. Mika seemed to find a new place for raves every time she went. They had to; the wrecked the place before the party ended. Most raves turned into wrecking parties; hopefully they don't go to someplace like a graveyard.

Although, I'm sure Mika would care least of all.

Katsu came in through the office door, his calm demeanor radiating off of him as usual. Mika's partner-in-crime seemed to be the total opposite of her: calm, collected, cultured, and able to cook something other than instant noodles. Wearing his usual backwards Tokyo Ghoul hat, black hoodie and jeans, black rimmed glasses (mainly for show; he had near perfect vision), the only things that threw me off was his cooking apron. He was holding a platter full of some other Japanese meal he always prepared.

"I heard her throw something, so I figured she was hungry." Katsu said coolly. "(Name), I see you've made your return. Has Mika dragged you back to her study? I'm glad I reorganized earlier. With the Kuroki twins here, it's been hard to keep up with Mika's mess."

"Actually, Mika made me an app. Like the one from Persona 5? Now I can just show up with a few keywords." I explained. "What's on the lunch menu today?"

"Gyoza." He said, extending the plate to me. "They're like Japanese potstickers. Care to try one?" He quickly pulled out a pair of chopsticks from his apron, offering them to me.

"Where did you learn to cook like this Katsu? It looks amazing." I asked, taking the chopsticks as he laid the plate on the desk, next to Mika's bored form.

"There's more to the Internet than memes and Tumblr, despite popular opinion. Perhaps if your generation spent less time obsessing over selfies and followers on social media, you could pick up a thing or two." He explained. "However, I believe you are different, so you are not included in the patch of soulbags that roam your town."

"Um...thanks?" I said, slightly confused. I blew off a potsticker, plopped it into my mouth and immediately savored the flavor. I wish I could have Katsu cook for me forever...I'd never have to resort to another pack of instant ramen again. I can't believe Mika would have that stuff by choice with a great chef like this around.

"So, what do you do for Halloween Katsu? I know you're not the type to go party." I asked. He shrugged.

"It usually depends. Sometimes I'll cook, sometimes I'll go to the surface and cook at a restaurant, I'll feed some stray animals, finish a mission here...of course, there are always a number of things I can do in Hell. I could go to more of a refined party, possess a famous chef for a night..." He pondered. "I suppose I don't have as much as a simplified plan as Mika. Despite waking up with a massive hangover and swearing she'll never drink again, it happens."

"I do love me a good dry martini. And vodka. And whatever the hell Stella Artois is, that's some good shit if I do say so myself." Mika said, plopping a piping hot potsticker in her mouth. She didn't even react to how hot it was, just blew out a cloud of steam a few seconds later.

"And you (Name)? How will you spend yours?"