Chat's povIt was there. The thing that nearly killed me. I side-eyed the mirror, noticing my blonde hair, I was normal? My eyes, everything, I didn't even have my cat ears or tail. I could only get a glimpse. "Ready to play a game?" I heard a click.
"What do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I already got what I needed. I just want to see you bleed to death that's all" it walks closer to me.
I noticed the bathtub behind me. I couldn't get out if I wanted to, the thing could go after and hurt y/n. "Not a fighter this time? Just so you know, you only have a bit of time left. Like others who have the same disease as you, if they cope with it and accept the beast in them, they go off easy"
"I'm not listening to you! You're not me! I just want to be normal!!" I yell, covering my ears. It shoves me against the wall hard, making its grip around my throat tighter.
"You are really fun to torture, you know that?" I strained, having the urge for a call of help.
But I couldn't even breathe, "Promise to be good will you?" its grips loosens but its hand still around my neck. My breath shivered helplessly, he shoved his knee in my stomach. My painful wail was muffled by a hand over my mouth as the tears ran over it. There was a knock on the door, I felt goosebumps all over my skin, I could feel my hands trembling, my heart is about to pound out of my chest.
"Chat? You can come out now, they're gone!"
"Tell her don't come in." he whispers in my ear.
Your pov
I made it to the bathroom after the police and Jake left. "Chat? You can come out now, they're gone!" I knock on the door. "Y/n d-don't come in yet!" "Uh...sure? Okay then."
I walked lazily back down stairs, not sure of what to do. But cautious. I looked at the folded paper in my hand, I decided to read it later on, since I had other things on my mind. Chat comes down the stairs sluggishly and fell to the floor, quickly getting back up, but fell down again. "What's up with you?" I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. No answer. I sigh walking to him and tried to help him up.
He got on his knees, having his hand on his neck. I guess his neck is still hurting, then I looked at his hair, "What the?! Chat what's up with your hair?!?!" my eyes widened. " Nothing happened." he says in monotone. "Chat we need to...." I thought of it, but decided to talk about the police search at another time. "Why are you covering up your neck? Chat! Answer me!" he simply turned his face away from me, "I said its nothing. I don't want to talk about it." he continues looking away, quickly getting up, going to his room. "Chat...."
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"He's quite intelligent, I never thought it would progress this fast." the old man read the newspaper with his long lost patient on the front cover.
"He was pretending to be okay the whole time. He wanted freedom, and he did it with a clever plan"
"Have you found him yet?"
"No, but we're close, last time I saw a girl with a black cat."
"Hm... He is old enough to go through the phase-definitely. But I'm more worried about his condition, the most recent newspapers with him in them are pictures of him without a mask. Luckily, I brought more of those cloths from my recent trip." he sighs disappointingly. "Doctor?"
"Out of all of my research there, I only sprouts, they're not ready to bloom yet....we need to find Chat. You saw what happened! These people have no idea who he is dealing with. They are dealing with a beast that'll kill everyone! Imagine what it'll be like when he's in full form!"
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His Obsession | Yandere! Chat Noir x Reader✅
Fanfiction| HOT LIST IN 'NEKO' AND 'NEKOXREADER'| Completed| ♡ A homeless Chat Noir was constantly thought of as an mentally ill man who dressed up as a cat. People would stay out of his way, not even allowing their children go near him. He went through a lot...