//Krii7y\\ One Shots

Yandere cuz I'm bored Pt 1

As some of you know, I started writing a yandere John au because I kept seeing a certain scene in my head and wanted to write a full story for it. I am now bored with the full story, but I can still see the scene in my head so imma just write it here instead. 

Jaren's POV

I can't see anything. I can feel my wrists tied behind me with very tight rope, and a cold metal pole going between my arms, making me stay exactly where I am. I'm sitting on my knees, and I can taste duct tape over my mouth, along with a blindfold blocking my vision. I'm not sure how long I've been awake, but my knees are starting to hurt from being on the cold concrete for too long. I start to hear footsteps slowly descend stairs that are behind me, and with every creak, I get more and more nervous. I try to move around and loosen my restraints, but all I end up doing is hurt my shoulder. The footsteps land on the concrete floor and I hear the person stop in front of me. I put my head down, not sure what to expect. The person clears their throat, and it alerts me to the fact that it's a man. I keep my head down, and the man tears off my blindfold. The bright fluorescent lights in this basement blind me for a moment, and the man grabs my chin and lifts my head to look at him. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see the outline of the hair, long and frizzy. His face finally comes into view, and I see his face. It's John. The John I had met a few weeks ago and began to become friends with. The John I had expressed all of my deepest feelings and secrets to just a few days prior. He looks angry, and I'm surprised to see him. 

"John?" I try to say but the duct tape muffles it. He laughs for a second and starts to pace in front of me. 

"I'm assuming you are a bit confused, but trust me when I say that I did this to protect you." He says and I realize that he is holding a knife in his hand. As he starts this speech, my confusion and fear quickly turn to anger, and he notices "Well, hear me out. I mean, it's not like you have any other options." He says and begins to laugh the most insane and maniacal laugh I've heard, and all I can do in return is scowl at him. He stops laughing and turns to me again. "Now Jaren, I've only known you for a few weeks, but I knew from the second I saw you, we were meant to be. You didn't see it yet, because you were with that bitch Chloe. I saw the way she treated you. Always making fun of you and never treating you with the love and respect you deserve. The love and respect I can give you. So I took care of her for you. I mean, you never really thanked me, but I knew you would love me for it later. And I was there for you when you thought she left you. I was always there for you, and yet you never noticed. I kept giving you my love, and I could tell that you just hadn't realized your love for me yet. So that's why I brought you here. So that you can spend as much time as you need with me and without distractions, so you can realize your love for me." He says and seems happy with his explanation. I have so much to say, and he can tell, but this stupid duct tape over my mouth will just turn it into muffles. He walks over to me and reaches a hand toward my face. I flinch and feel a stinging around my mouth. 

"You're fucking insane." I snarl and his giddy stature goes away. It is quickly replaced with anger. He lunges over to me, grabs my face again, and holds the knife against my neck. The cold metal against my throat causes my breath to hitch, and he notices. He grins again and says, 

"I'm not insane. I'm just in love. Is there really a difference? Clearly, you aren't ready for this to be off yet so..." He places the duct tape back over my mouth. I try to get away from him, but I am held in place by the pole behind me and the knife. He finally lifts it away from my throat and stands up straight. He walks behind me and starts to walk up the stairs when I realize I don't want to be alone. I try to yell to him to let me go or be reasonable, but the fucking duct tape just makes me sound like a helpless child. He makes it all the way up the stairs and slams the door behind him, and I'm left alone, tied to a pole in who I thought was my friend's basement.

I know I know, not a very nice, fluffy one shot. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm really not. This was really fun to write because being angsty is fun. Anyway, if you didn't read the title, there will be a part 2. Hopefully, I will write it soon cause I have a really good idea for it so I'll see you then. Anyway, as always, you are lovely and I hope you have a good day/night.