| BEDEVILED | (Yandere!Demon x Reader)

Toy House

A/N: Hello lovelies!~ I'm back! This story is officially active once more. Sorry for the wait, doll. •3-

Playing the music above is suggested as always.

(F/F): Favorite food

(E/C): Eye color

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Sliding her chair forwards, (Y/N) comfortably seated herself at the table decorated with but a few paper bowls, filled specifically halfway with (F/F).

Her eyes trailed the naturally engraved lines along the wooden tabletop, until they hit the edge; just across from where she sat. There, a navy blue shirt couldn't help but force her attention to the wearer. As (Y/N) gazed back up, the endearing eyes of her father met with her very own.

She was seeing through a sort of tunnel vision. However, it wasn't as if the poor girl could realize.

His features seemed odd, and ... warped. But, this man was her dad, obviously. For some strange, particular reason, she couldn't pinpoint any sort of uncomfortable or unsettling feeling inside of her.

It was a normal morning, in her normal house.

He spoke, chuckling as his (E/C) eye's twinkled with his laugh- the crinkles in his eyes only accenting the familiar movement of joy that simply glowed off of his skin.

(Y/N) waited for the sound to catch up with her. His lips -- they were moving. His fork was clattering against the table.

The noise was gone; lost. This was a world she wasn't apart of. This was a joke she missed, a breakfast she merely observed.

"Dad?" (Y/N) attempted to call out, but, her voice seemed to have been lost as well. Though she could certainly hear herself - her own sound seemed as if it traveled for miles within an empty space, phasing through her normal walls, and her normal father.

And as her throat began to clench with fear, she took note of a red light sweeping through the windows of her kitchen; giving off a blinding glare. All she could see was red, and all she could hear, breathe, smell, and feel was red.

Suddenly, (Y/N) began to recall just where she really was. She remembered the red flame, the ones that engulfed her as she plummeted through the entrance of Hell itself. This was, without question, the distinct color she saw now.

Emotions stung the girl's chest as images flashed through her subconscious. Images of a bus, a tunnel -.. She remembered him, most of all. But, she most definitely did not remember falling asleep.

  Despite this, (Y/N) found herself waking up from a slumber she may have not even had. Was she going mad in this place already?

  Though her surroundings confused her for the slightest moment, the casual white of her new walls and the blood-orange hue from the outside quickly jogged her sense of familiarity.

'That's right. I'm in Hell. School, to be exact,' (Y/N) thought to herself, rubbing her tender eyes. And, though the memory of her very own dream she'd been trapped in just moments before had already begun to fade, nothing could've shaded the strong reminder that she'd experienced something disturbing in it.

  All (Y/N) could do was shake off that odd feeling that a storm was approaching.