Realities (Yandere Fukase x Reader)

Chapter Eight - Impatience

  "(Y/n) doesn't know that I've been watching her this entire time, huh?", Fukase mumbled as he dragged a pencil across paper. During the two's conversation that afternoon the camera kept rolling, capturing everything that (Y/n) did, from quickly typing on the keyboard to adjusting her headphones. Nothing had alerted her that she was being watched. She talked like normal and didn't attempt to cover the lens that stared at her.

  Despite making him feel the slightest bit guilty, this all fell in Fukase's favor, so he took the advantage. He took this opportunity to sketch a small doodle of her in his journal on the same page where he wrote her name. So far, he had drawn the basic figure and had begun drawing her face. It wasn't perfect or colorful, but it captured the simple details well enough. He finished shading the pupils in her eyes and smiled before moving on. The picture was done in a few short minutes.

  "Maybe I can tear it out and give it to (Y/n) one day. That'd make a good present for her, right?", The Vocaloid thought. He imagined her expression, with wide eyes wide and cheeks tinted pink. The smile on her face would look so sweet, just like the tiny one he saw this afternoon... What a cute and fluffy moment that'd be! Fukase smiled at the thought and tried to stifle a giggle.

  "I can't wait to actually meet her!", Fukase exclaimed as he slammed his journal shut and clutched it against his chest. The redhead quietly giggled to himself as an excited grin stretched across his face. A sudden surge of excitement had shot through his veins at just the thought of something like that happening. Not using this abnormal adrenaline rush would be a waste. Sprinting down the long hallway, the boy ignored the crunch of the forgotten pencil breaking in two under his heel. Checking the hole in the wall was the only thing on his mind now.

  ... A few moments passed.

  Fukase slowed to a halt, hyperventilating. Running was a mistake; now his feet hurt because of the heavy boots he wore. This definitely did more damage to him instead of a normal human because of his frail skin. He took a few seconds to regain his cool before checking where he was. He'd stopped just a few feet from the exact section of the wall where the gap was. He sighed in relief and leaned against the cold wall and glanced to the right side. He noticed that the top of the hole was now higher than shoulder height and wider than last time.

  "That's some improvement... ha..." Fukase slid to the floor and continued to lean back, eyes lidded. "When was the last time I slept?... Resting here would be fine, right?"

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  A few hours later, the boy was out cold. Point climbed off of his now tipped shoulder and jumped onto the floor. He didn't have to sleep much, being a doll. There wasn't much of a body to him either. Just some marshmallow-colored cloth with stiff legs, a sentient mind, and a semi-permanent expression. Still, this was fine as long as Fukase was there to care for him.

  He waddled around the small area for a few minutes and plopped onto the floor to see what this thing Fukase was getting so excited about was. It's just a hole in the wall that leads somewhere, probably nowhere.

  But that couldn't be the case, as this thing started chipping away more of the wall it was encased in.