Yandere Zack x Reader

Desire [Floor B8]

What would have taken days worth of calculations for others only took a few minutes for you, and within the hour you managed to ride your elevator upwards with Zack. In the elevator, there was an awkward silence. You two stood next to each other, the only noises coming between you guys being his harsh breathes and the constant creaking of the antique-styled elevator.
As you stood there, you began to contemplate why you decided to abandon your floor and become a sacrifice. Sure, he was a piece of art that could compete with one of Van Gogh's, but was it worth abandoning your only place to kill and get away with it? Now you were no longer an angel- just a mere sacrifice, waiting for death. You wouldn't be killed so easily though. The inside of your silk coat was lined with daggers and different types of small bombs. Having a way with weapons, even if he tried to kill you, it was unlikely that either of you would die.

At long last, the sounds of the rusty elevator came to a halt with a soft screech, and the doors opened to a new floor. Zach had already begun stepping out, but you took your time to admire the floor. While it was not as beautiful as your floor, it surely was something. The floor looked as if it was modeled after a nice little garden. It definitely wasn't much, seeing that it was such a small space, but it was cute.
The small, closed room was shaped like an octagon, all eight walls having different types of vines growing on them. The two front-to-back parallel walls had alstroemeria's of pink and yellow in flowerbeds in front of them. To the right of the back wall, the flowerbed there had a collection of the bird of paradise flower, and on its left there were pink and blue tulips. To the left of the back wall, there was a flowerbed of violet hydrangeas, and to its left there was another flowerbed of pink larkspurs. The two walls next to you and Zack had no flowers; just vines.

"Ayyyyy," Zack growled, looking back at you. He had one hand in the pocket of his bent leg while the other held his scythe over his shoulder. While it was a comfortable position for him, if pushed the wrong way, he could easily be killed by having that scythe tear into his back. "are you coming, or are ya just gonna waste my time? I have to find Rachel, so if you're gonna hold me back I'll just kill you."
"You should really hold your scythe differently." You ignored what he had to say as you pointed at his scythe, "What if something or someone pushed you? It'd tear you right up."
"Shaddup. I don't die easy." He grumbled, now fidgeting with the tip of the handle.
"Heh, oh really now? I-" You chuckled, and as you were about to speak, he spoke again.
"I don't have time to chat. If Rachel dies because you were slacking, I'll gut you!!" Zack threatened, leaning closer to you with his teeth gritted, "I swore that I'd kill her, and if you make a liar out of me I won't forgive you! I can't figure shit out on my own, so you'd better help me like you said or I won't hesitate to kill you!"
You chuckled again, which caused him to twitch in reaction as he sighed and began to walk away. "Also... Stop smiling so much. It makes me want to kill you even more and I need you alive- for Rachel's sake."
"O...kay." you nodded, seeming understanding for the first time in a while. His determination to not taint his soul with something such as a lie was so inspiring. Oh, how beautiful he was! So unique in every which way from toe to soul, he was beautiful. It made you blush at how amazing he was. Although your original intentions were to not kill him because he was a work of art, his level of beauty made you want to kill him and keep him as a sculpture, and to even make a painting out of the different shades of his blood and acids.
As you followed him, your eyes grew soft and you held your hand over your heart, tightly gripping the cloth of your shirt. Your newfound desire to kill him was so very strong, like the smell of burning insence.