Codename: Knd Oneshots

Yandere! 1 X reader Part 2

Continuation of the first part.
A lot of warning.
Still the same just like the first part.
I do certain stuff triggers you I would suggest not reading it because it becomes pretty descriptive.
Warning!!
This will include some graphic stuff, nothing NSFW but some stuff that might trigger some people and just to be ok the safe side, if these stuff triggers you or you don't like just don't read this chapter.
- yandere
-murder
-abuse
-bullying
-sadness
-strong language
-blood
It's gonna be a little different then what I usually  write so bare with me here, I'm trying this as a challenge to see how it goes.
If you didn't read part 1, I suggest it so you understand what's happening and aren't confused.

I found her house easily and opened the door. He must have forgotten to lock it.
I entered the house quietly not wanting to make noise and saw him laying there. I resisted the urge to do anything yet. He made my love feel so much pain and I wanted him to know exactly how it felt.
I went into into kitchen and boiled some water. I brought my backpack. It had a bat, a knife, a hammer, a spoon and some rope ready.
Once the water was finished boiling I took it and walked over to the sleeping man who had the audacity to call himself a father. 
I poured it on him with no hesitation and watched as he screamed in pain.
"Fuck!" He cried out jumping out of his chair. I could still hear the faint sizzling sound of the water on his skin. We locked eyes. Fury and anger was written on face and he lunged towards me. I was much faster though and knew exactly he would do this. I dodged out of the way and took out my bat hitting him in the head with it. Not enough to kill him but enough to knock him out.
Once I was sure he was knocked out, I began to tie him up to a chair. I opened his mouth and cut his tongue so he wouldn't be able to cry out. He wouldn't be able to ask for help, just like how he made them feel.
Helpless
Powerless
Afraid
He woke up once I started cutting his tongue and started screaming. I quickly finished before gagging him up.
He had tears in his eyes and I felt a sort of pride fill me.
Finally he would know what it feels like.
I waisted no time grabbing the hammer.
"You've hurt so many people with your hands, one being your own child. I will make sure no one, especially not them, will ever have to feel the pain you bring upon them" I got the hammer ready.
He started thrashing trying to break free.
I started laughing at him.
"Struggling will only make this worse"
I smashed the hammer against his thumb hearing the sound of the bone breaking. He screamed behind the gag.
I smashed his index finger.
Then his middle finger.
His ring finger.
Then finally his little finger.
A satisfying crunch sounded after every blow I hit upon his hand.
I was done with the first hand.
I did the other hand. Making sure to take my time so he knew exactly what pain felt like.
It only took a few minutes before he was a sobbing mess.
I took no pity upon him and got out a spoon.
I made my way towards him while he desperately tried to get away from me.
"You can try all you want but it's inevitable what'll happen. You brought this upon yourself. If you expected to get away with this with no punishment you must really be that stupid" I had no regret for doing this.
I was doing them a favour that they'd thank me for it later.
I slowly started to gauge his eye out with the spoon and cut it off from his head.
I did this again and took the gag off of him.
He tried to speak for was in too much pain. I forced his eyeballs into his mouth and gagged him up again forcing him to have to have that in his mouth.
I went into the garage and found some gasoline and a match.
He was still wet from the water on him earlier.
I drenched him in gasoline and put it all around him and around the house. On the furniture and outside.
While I was doing this I stumbled upon their room. It was a very sad and small room. Only a bed and a dresser with white walls that looked stained with smoke. The atmosphere was depressing and I didn't have the heart to burn this part down. Even though there was nothing in there that they would miss, I couldn't do that to them.
I went outside but not before walking into the living room to see the man struggling and thrashing even more then before, crying out even louder. I could hear the pain in his voice, but I didn't care
Getting out of the house, I made sure to leave all the equipment I used so there would be no finger prints or evidence.
I lit the match and watched it burn.
Satisfaction filled me as I watched the house burn and catch fire.
No one would ever hurt them again, and I'm gonna make sure of that.

The next few days everyone knew about what happened.
Having no one to go to, I suggested they stay with me. My family loved that idea and so did I. Now I can keep an eye on them and make sure no one got too close.

Your POV
It's been a few days since my dad got killed.
I know I shouldn't say this but, I'm very relieved about it not having to suffer anymore if the abuse.
Before, every night I would come home from school and he would be there waiting for me ready with a beer bottle in hand half empty.
He would chuck it at me then run towards me with his arms up ready to punch.
I was too small and still am to fight back or restrict him in every way.
He would threaten to kill me if I told anyone and it's not like anyone would believe me even if I did.
I tried once and he made me regret. I still have the scars and burns marks. I've been getting closer to Numbuh 2 and I think I might like him.

A week has gone by and everything's been fine, except until Numbuh 2 went missing.
The police haven't been able to find him yet and I'm nervous the same thing that happened to my dad will happen to him. I care about him a lot and he's my very good friend.

Few days later.
They found him.
Alone.
In the woods.
Dead.
His body was disassembled and cut open with his guts spread out everywhere in the forest for the animals to feast on.
His head was found a few feet away on a stick. His lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
All joy gone and filled with emptiness.

Two weeks passed.
All my friends are dead.
Except Numbuh 1.
Hoagie, Kuki, Wally and Abby.
All were found dead.
No suspects and no witnesses.
I don't know what to do, everyone who I get close to dies. I guess there's only one way to end this.
If I'm gone, no one else has to die.
At least, that's what I hope will happen.
Once you find this I'll be gone.
But at least it'll stop.
I adjust the rope around my neck fastening it tight enough.
And just like that,
I jumped.

End

Hey! I really hope you enjoyed this, it was a challenge but very fun to write.
I've never written anything like this before and it's not something I'm gonna do often so please don't expect this a lot. I know the ending probably wasn't the best but I still hope you enjoyed it. Sorry it was so late.