Female yanderes x shy male neko reader

Yandere Girlfriend

     I sat at the table of a small, not very well known cafe opposite the park. I watched the people walk by, just to pass the time. Opposite me was my girlfriend. I had met her quite recently, and she had been adamant that we become girlfriend and boyfriend. She seemed almost... too adamant. However, I didn't complain. She was nice to me, she was pretty, she helped me socialise, and she was intelligent. What more could I have asked for?

How was I to know that her favourite pastime, aside from being with me, was to murder people? As was mentioned previously, she was perfect. So I ask my question once again. How the hell was i supposed to know she was a f*cking serial killer?! Well, the answer's fairly obvious in hindsight. She always checked for cameras, as if out of habit, always looked people up and down, as though she were hunting them, and she even used to spontaneously grin or giggle quietly out of nowhere. Really, I should have noticed that she wasn't entirely sane.

'U-umm... C-Cindy...?' I said in a very meek, little voice. I turned to face her. She had been staring at me for only she knows how long.

'Yes, (Y/N), my love?'

I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

'I opened th-the b-b-basement door...' I then leaned back to my original position and looked down at the melting ice cream i had in front of me.

'Is that so...' her expression grew darker. 'And what were you planning on doing with that information?' She glared at me in both a sad and angry way.

'Run.' I fixed the piece of ice in my glass with my stare.

'But...?'

'I knew it w-wouldn't work...' My voice was even more quiet and timid than usual.

'So what now?' She was acting cocky, now. She knew she had me in her clutches. My tractable self was too naïve to notice it at the time, but it was too late for me to do anything.

'N-nothing.' I slowly and submissively brought my eyes up to meet her's. She grinned.

'Exactly.' She placed money on the table to pay for our food. 'Come on. Let's go home.' She held out her hand for me to take, and of course I did. What other choice did I have.

After that, inchmeal, we wandered back to her place. She opened the door for me to get in, and I did. I felt nothing. Everything was numb. I stared blankly forward. Whenever I blinked, I saw the piles upon piles of bodies in the basement, all frozen, the fear and dread still plastered on their decrepit faces. It was a perfect embodiment of the worst things a human could experience. Terror. Sadness. Grief.

I plopped down on the sofa and stared at the dark screen television. I looked past it back at myself. I was looking perfectly normal. My hair was the same, as were my clothes and the rest of my body. All but my eyes and demeanour were perfectly average. I had a haunted expression in my eyes, informing anyone who cared that the world had forever been warped for me. One could also see it from my position. I wasn't my usual rigid, embarrassed self. I was limp, not just out of fatigue, but out of a fundamental lacklustre only acquired from seeing the worst of the worst.

I felt Cindy sit next to me, and saw her looking at me. She began talking to me, but all I heard was a deafening, ringing silence that was louder than any heavy metal concert one could imagine. I felt my mind simply turning off. I began losing my peripheral vision as I stared off into space.

Suddenly, I felt a harsh slap on my face.

'When I am talking to you, you will look at me, and above all, listen to me! You understand?!' I suddenly sat up straight, once again, very stiff.

'Y-yes ma'am. W-won't happen a-a-again m-ma'am.' I uttered quietly. I looked at her knew which was closest to me.

'Right. Well, as I was saying, you won't be seeing your family and friends again.'

'I know...' I muttered.

'Pardon me, darling? Speak up.'

'I know.' I had seen their corpses mixed in among the frozen dead. I felt a single tear run down my left cheek.

'Oh, (Y/N). Don't cry. I'll make sure to keep you as happy as can me!' She lifted my face up to meet her's a couple decimetres away by my chin. She smiled, as though to reassure me. I did nothing. I stared past her dark eyes, which almost seemed red due to the equally red curtains. 'Come on. Let's put you to bed.'

With that, she picked me up as though I were a bride and carried me up the flight of stairs to her bedroom. She lay me down on her bed and tucked me in, making sure the cushion was comfy and that the duvet covered me nicely so as for me to stay nice and warm. All the while, I looked at the white ceiling, thinking of how I laughed with my friends, and how I spent time with my parents. They were all so kind to me, and yet... and yet I still hated myself. Deep down. I loathed myself. Everything about me was disgusting. It revolted me.

I felt a light kiss on my forehead. It was hot and slimy. It was a horrible feeling, and yet I was too fearful of how she would react if I wiped it off to do anything about it. I heard her exit the room as I slowly fell deeper and deeper into the pit of recurring nightmares that would haunt me for the rest of my life, following me everywhere, the images of those preserved corpses. They would remain like that, most likely, until Cindy decided otherwise, which emphasised her power over everything, even those things considered eternal.

Just before going to never-never land, I blinked a few times with different lengths. It was the last time I every truly said anything meaningful to the world.

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This was a rather darker short than I usually do, but I was in the mood for it. Hope you enjoyed.

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