Six Paths of Infatuation: Yanderes X Reader

I Do! (MIKA'S PATH)

"I do love her!" I shouted out I I the darkness. "Every time we're close together, there's this burning feeling inside of me that I can't describe! My heart is pounding just thinking of her...the way she just poured her heart out to me about who she was..."

She only told you part of it. It wasn't the whole truth. Nonetheless, she doesn't believe in love at first sight. With a past as wretched as hers, did you really think she believed in something as foolish as fairy tale love?

"Then what do you call your bond with her?" I demanded.

Something that took years to grow and nurture, something that developed over time...(Name), you couldn't possibly understand.

Before I could say anything else, I felt like I had been punched in the gut, then I suddenly opened my eyes. I was back in my bed, my room just as I had left it last night. I rubbed my head tiredly, getting out of bed and stretching. Saturday morning, quiet and uneventful. Mika didn't seem like much of a morning person, so I at least had a few hours until—

*bzzt*

I picked up my phone, reading over some of my messages and emails I had gotten last night.

Mika: Mornin' ☀️
Mika: Hungry (Name)? 🍳

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and looking at the time. It was 9:00...this was early!

I texted her back:

Me: It's 9 AM
Mika: It's nine in the afternoon. Get it? 😙
Me: 😑... Alright, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?

I jammed my phone in my pajama pants, yawning. I continued out of my room, going to look at myself in the mirror. Yep, still disgusting.

*bzzt*

Mika: If I'm being totally honest, I just had like three edibles and they're hitting me all at once. I think I ate three bags of Chex Mix already...🤔
Mika: ☝️But there was this one mom and pop place I saw on my way to a rave one time
Me: Sounds sketchy 😶
Mika: It's me we're talkin bout. Sketchy is my middle name.
Mika: It's actually Blythe 😙. But hey, I'll take good care of you.
Me: So you're going to protect me when you're wasted?
Mika: ...ya 😆
Me: Fine. Give me an hour, I'll be ready...Mika Blythe Hawthorne
Mika: That's me name 😁

I shut off my phone, jamming in my pocket.

Well, time to get ready.

*~MIKA'S POV~*

I stared at the phone screen, smiling. So innocent, so pure...in this timeline, she was untainted. I could keep her that way, forever. I could save her. Finally, a world where she isn't tormented by those boys.

Just as I drifted off into a daydream, the smell of fresh blood hit my nose. I looked down at the dying form of Roy "Stryker" Manson, his eyes still weakly focused on me. The knife I had used was still deep inside of his abdomen, blood flowing freely outside of it.

"You're making this a lot harder than it has to be." I said, putting my phone away. "The more you try to stay alive, the more it hurts."

"W-Why?" He grunted, looking up at me.

"You don't know of the monster you become Manson. I'm doing you a favor." I said. "You killed Wade. You didn't even think twice before putting a bullet in your best friend's head." I rolled my eyes, continuing to dig the shallow grave I had started before (Name) had woken up. Getting rid of bodies was something I had to do here in the world of the living, but in Hell, if I had to do a quick body dump I could either sell it off to a demon for a vessel or throw it into the Flesh Pits. He was making a mess, bleeding out like that.

"Y-You...b-b-b-i...tch..." Roy grunted, clenching his teeth against the pain. The hole, deep and wide enough to hide him underneath, started to look more and more like a good option to just dump him in and let him bleed out inside. It would be less of a pain to clean up.

"Yeah, never heard that one before." I said dryly. "I may have stabbed a knife into him, but it was just in the shoulder. You killed him. Think of this as retribution. And part of your punishment is death. The other part is having your soul trapped inside of my scythe for eternity." I held my foot over the blade, making eye contact with him.

"There used to be a time when I would have regretted this. When I felt bad about killing someone, even some filthy mortal like you." I said, slowly pressing my foot down. He grunted out his pain, noises barely audible. His eyes began to have that marble-like appearance, the telling of death.

"There was a time when I saved your life instead of taking it." I said numbly. "But it's not that time." The last of his life faded away. His fists unclenched, and the fight left his body. I rolled his body into the hole, picking up the shovel and beginning to throw the dirt over him. I began to think. What if the other versions of myself across timelines saw me like this? They'd probably laugh. Putting all this effort into having a mortal by my side...it's laughable to say the least. But the unexpected comes up in life. I never imagined myself falling for a mortal...I guess I'm seeing what Arran was willing to go through the trouble for.

Patting down the last of the dirt, the shovel disappeared into a mist. My motorcycle appeared behind me, and I hopped onto it, staring at the shallow grave for a moment. Stryker should have gotten into the Occult; his soul was valuable. I might just let him go, let him reincarnate as a demon or a Reaper. Until then, I had a brunch date to get to. Revving up my bike and putting on my helmet, I sped out of the woods, the engine echoing off the trees.