(+Yandere!) Creepypastas x Fem. Readers One-shots! (#Wattys2019) Requests CLOSED

Yandere! Bloody Painter (Helen Otis) x Fem. Reader

Requested by ClaireFirefly111. Might be inspired.

Another Helen! I really love this guy, but I'm really bad at reinterpreting this guy. :')
Long chapter ahead!!

Helen's POV
Just sitting peacefully in my couch, sketching out an art I plan to paint. I'm looking for a victim to kill now... or maybe taking a break from killing by actually drawing "normally". I just sighed and stood up. I wore up my usual clothes and grab my mask. I exited my house and decide to take a walk.

Upon walking around looking for an inspiration for me to draw I went to the nearby park for casual breather. I suddenly saw a female painting a scenery. I got curious of what she was painting so I got a little closer and saw she was painting a flower field in the open sky, with trees at the sides. It looked like she's almost finished (I do modernized artistry, not classical). After the last stroke, she placed her fingers on her chin then nodding and smiling. She seemed very proud of her work. I couldn't see her work very well so I got closer to her. I could finally be able to clarify her appearance and her work results. I looked at it with amazement on how she could finish this within the whole morning. "Such a fine work you have." I complimented her. She jumped and turn to see my smiling face. She looked surprised but then smiled. "Thanks! I really worked hard all morning non-stop." she said. "All morning non-stop? You must be very hungry, thirsty even." I said. "Yeah, but I'm fine, really." "Why not come with me to my home? I'll make you breakfast and give you something to drink." "Oh my! You're so kind, but I'm fine really." she said. But I took her hand and dragged her along back to my home. Something is wrong with me... for some reason, I didn't feel like luring her into killing her... Something about her makes me feel so peaceful. My heart felt completely joyous.

I enterred the house and let her in. Good thing I cleaned the place up. "Sit down, please." "It's really fine!" "I have concerns for you. Sit here while I made you breakfast." I exclaimed. She just sighs and nodded. I lit up ans rushed to the kitchen. I'm not the best cook, but I make meals well.
"Here..." I hand over. It's the first time I've ever gave someone food. "Uhh... thanks..." she said. I then sat next to her. "I'm Helen Otis. It appears you also have an interest in art, right?" "Also? So you like to paint as well, Helen? And your name is..." "Feministic, something I'd rather not talk about." I cut her, but I didn't get angry at her. "Is the meal fine...? I'm not the best cook after all." "It taste very good! Thanks for the meal. I'm Y/n by the way." she said happily, smiling. Looking at her like that made me blush, my heart jump and forming a warm smile on my face. It's the first time I've smiled for a while. "I guess we could paint together sometime? Here?" I offerred. She giggled. "Sure. I'd love to." she said. She was very warm and soft, I could feel it in my heart.
Soon we became very close, like best friends. She was the second friend I've ever had. She was always there for me and comforted me when I need it the most. Her warmth... it really made me so peaceful, in a good way. The more we hung out, the more my feelings grew for her...

Obsessively.

One day.
We are just casually talking together in my house. Her phone was out and seemed busy talking to someone. I got curious so I got closer to her. "Who's that?" I asked. She quickly panicked and hid it away. "Ah! N-no o-one...!" she stutters then laughed nervously. I grew suspicious on this figure. "Okay..." I said, trying to keep my cool. We then continued to chatter.

Nobody's POV
You suddenly stood up. "I need to go to the bathroom. Perhaps you can show me the way?" "Ah, sure." he said. You tossed your phone at the couch and followed him. 'It's my chance to see who's this figure! It better not be someone who's after her.' he thought.
After that he returned and took your phone. He scrolled through the chat conversations to see who you'd been talking to recently. It was a man named Jay (NOT FROM MARBLE HORNETS). He got mad and begin to growl, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. He decided to write down the number and planned to track him down...

Then kill him.

That night...
'I wonder if he scrolled through my phone today... I hope he didn't...' you thought to yourself with worry spinning through your mind.
Meanwhile, Helen wore his mask and was prepared to hunt Jay down after he tracked down his phone. He carefully exited the house, as he didn't want unwanted attention from the neighborhood. He figured that Jay was his neighbor, the left side of his house correctly. He jumped over the gate and land on the bush, causing a pretty loud thud. He then openned the window, knowing that the man isn't in the scene. He enterred and closed the window. He carefully walk around the house to find him. Coincidentally he was in the kitchen, drinking and having dinner. He grinned under the mask and sneakily enterred the kitchen. He sneaked behind him, raised the knife and stabbed him on the head with his mouth coverred so he couldn't scream. Soon he died and jn order to dispose of his body, he decided to grind up the body and turn it into blood.

The next day, 12:04
Y/n's POV
I waited outside Helen's house after knocking the door multiple times. He said to come at 12 PM, because he has something to do. Suddenly the door lock clicks and finally open. "Hey. Sorry for the wait. Bit busy if you're curious." he said, smiling. I smiled and nodded. "It's fine. I understand." "Come inside. Let's paint together." he exclaimed happily. I giggled and nodded again, then enterred the house.
"What're you busy about?" "Finding my paint in the warehouse." "You kept your painting supplies there?" "Not all, just the paints. Didn't want to get my room dirty now, do I?" he said, chuckling at the end. Hearing his chuckle made me blush a bit. "Where should we paint?" "In my room. Come along." he said. I nodded and followed him.

"Here's my room." he said. I scan the area with surprise. The room was wooden  polished and it's clean and empty, has enough room to paint for the both of us. I see that the painting supplies is already here. I heard the door locked. I jumped and turn around. "What was that?" "Nothing? I didn't hear anything." he said, looking away. I looked in confusion but then shrugged it off.
We sat next to eachother and took our brushes. He had a bucket of red paint next him and that's it, which was odd considering he won't need it. Just the brush with the pallette and the small tubes of paint. He begin to stroke calmly, and so do I.

In the middle of our painting, I surpressed the urge to vomit. I smelled something awful and sharp, slowly but shortly. I hold my nose and threw out my disgust face. "Ugh, what's this smell??" I asked loudly. Helen was quiet, grinning to himself. "Helen...?" "..." he stayed quiet. "Please tell me why are you smiling... and this awful smell. It can't be paint! I've smell actual paint before, but this one smell so rotten." I exclaimed seriously. He stopped stroking and chuckled. "So you do care for him... don't you?" he said darkly. I was confused but frozen of his words. Could he have found out about my best friend? "W-what are you... talking about...?" "Jay... right? Who was he to you?" he said then stood up. I froze in surprise. He do know about my friend and scrolled through my phone! "But that's invading privacy! You can't do that, Helen!" "Helen... You've said my name... again...!" he said, insanely. "Huh...?" "I don't think I could hold this anymore. I have to say it, I just do!" he exclaimed bluntly. "What's..." "I confess everything. I love you, I've grown feelings for you. I never knew a woman like you could change my life entirely, so much that drived me into insanity. I did dig through your phone and found out about Jay. He had feelings for you but you're blind about it. So I had to... I had to kill him! Please forgive me, I couldn't control any of my feelings. I truly do love you, Y/n." he explained. He sounded and looked genuine and desperate. I was staring at him with shock. "Helen... why must you kill him? I only love you, Helen! And I planned to tell you about that today... but after hearing this I... don't know what to feel of you anymore." I said disappointed. "No.. I can't simply lose you... because of this..." he lowerred his head. He reached for his pocket and lunged towards me off-guard, pulling out a knife and placed it on my throat. "Helen...! You wouldn't-" "Why can't I kill you?!" he yelled. I flinched and went silent. "I can't believe this... If I can't have you, none can. This is utterly unbelievable..." he exclaimed. Tears start to stream down to our faces. "I'm sorry, Y/n... for letting this happen... I hope you can forgive me for everything." he said, crying between his words and hugged me with his knife dropped onto my side. I pity him and hugged him back, stroking his back. "I... I forgive you, Helen. Entirely."

Starting for less romance and more drama. Man I suck for plot ideas. Oh well :)