Anti-Social and Anti-Idiot (Paperjam x Yandere! Sociopath! Reader)

Sociopathy

Meet you. Not YOU, but you. The reader you. The one you insert into stories. Maybe it isn't even you or YOU, but instead some kind of character that you like to shove into these types of scenarios. Maybe you're shipping something and can't find anything good so instead of a persona or even yourself, the reader is instead the character you want.

You are, in no uncertain terms, a sociopath. Not that kind of sociopath - you're not 'insane' and 'edgy' - you're the real kind of sociopath. Rules just don't apply to you. If you want something, you will get it. Whether you have to hurt people or not. You don't care how many lives are lost nor how many people are hurt.

You will always get your way.

And now is no different.

~*~

For some reason, people had made two main versions of this creature that you were focusing on. You had stared at them through a little window of your own creation, seeing out but not seeing in. There was the version that vaguely annoyed you, some shy, pathetic little boy, and the version you were watching.

They sighed dramatically, seeming upset about something, fingers tracing patterns in the empty floors beneath them.

'Paperjam'. The demon that comes when you call its-Wait. No. Wrong fanfiction. 

'Paperjam', the skelinkton genderfluid who has been skewed between worlds. Currently, as you could tell, Paperjam was neither male nor female, a 'they'. You don't know why you were so focused on their pronouns - they were nothing but a pawn in the game of life - but you still felt something complete inside of you when you got everything correct. After all, you're never wrong.

They sighed again, falling onto their back and staring up. If your window weren't so perfectly manufactured, they would be staring you directly in the eyes. Their sockets widened in shock, making you tilt your head. Oh. They must be seeing things - maybe a flicker of lighting reflecting off of your window. Your window is perfect, just like your magic, and just like yourself. 

They scurried to their feet, still watching your window. You decided that that was enough, using your powers to force the window to disappear. They'll probably still be staring at whatever they had seen when you get back, anyways.

You were an Admin, a creator and destroyer in one full form. Unlike the two skeletons whose battles had created Paperjam, hatred fueling Paperjam into existence, you were much, much stronger. You might not be able to just 'delete' somebody else's AU, but damn you to the Hells far below if you weren't able to destroy your own copy of it.

In situations called 'Roleplay's or 'Fanfiction's, you used the world and changed it to your own, doing whatever you wished inside of it. You added characters, you removed characters. You controlled people, you abandoned people. And, if you ever grew bored, you either left the roleplay behind or discontinued the fiction, or you simply hit 'block' or 'delete' and sent your copy into the abyss to where it shall never be found again.

Sometimes you indulged yourself in watching another universe's play, watching someone else's fanfiction as it played out or rewinding an older one. Sometimes you liked to watch a poorly made one, while other times you only wanted something that was up to your proper standards.

Your standards for fanfiction and roleplays were rather low considered to your own works, however, your own characters being far superior due to how it was you that made them, your handiwork crafting them to perfection.

But Paperjam... this small little creation not even of your own doing - they stood at a much higher level than some pathetic little copy. They were even nearing your own prowess, their potential worrying you. 

A hand rested on your sternum, your SOUL letting out a pulse of color and emotion suddenly. You were quick to push down the feelings, but you still got a taste of it on the very tip of your tongue and the back of your throat, your SOUL changing colors to match what had suddenly overtaken you.

A dark, deep grey* changed the previously pitch black* heart, a single shade difference sending something down your spine something awful that only made you crave seeing that creature again, if not to just bless them with a minute of your watching.

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Dark grey was FEAR (Glitchtale fans, don't go after me, please. My own personal headcanons, little Noire isn't going to have any doing in this story), and black was HATE.

I'm doing my best to make Paperjam as canon as possible, a hateful genderfluid skelinkton who refuses to make connections due to knowing that his/their trust will probably be taken advantage of. Same with the Sociopathy, I'm doing my research as best I can as to make sure things stay in place and aren't offensive.

Feedback would be appreciated, even if it's a singular comma or you just screaming how much you want me dead, any comment has a reason to it in my opinion and there's a large chance I'll reply to it as soon as I find the notification stating such.

~Kitten

(726 Words - Short Chapter)