Yandere Father Anderson X Chubby Female Reader

Chapter 1

January 26th 1961

Outskirts of Vatican City, Italy

"Father Anderson! Father!" A catholic nun shouts, breathless as she runs towards the tall tanned skin man. She struggles with her balance as she carries a small child that is seemingly passed out. Some of the other children from the orphanage had found the small chubby girl while playing in the nearby trees.

"Sister Hannah what have you got there?" The man named Father Anderson questions in his deep irish accent. "Ah, you got a wee lass. Well then lets bring her inside." He gently takes the child in his arms and carries her inside the huge grey stoned church that also acted as an orphanage.

"The children found her while playing in the trees. I wonder who the poor thing is and where is her family? Surely they are worried." Her voice laced in concern for the small girl. She places a gentle hand upon the girls head as she clicks her tongue. "She isn't sick. Probably just tired."

"Let us let her rest for now Sister Hannah. We shall know when she wakes up." He gently smiles as he places a reassuring pat upon the nuns shoulder and walks out of the little girls new room. "Let us pray for the poor thing." Father Andersons heavy footsteps fade in the halls filled with the laughter of children playing.

Sister Hannah stayed diligently by her side, checking on the girl and sometimes sleeping upright in a chair beside her bed.  Hours had passed before the little girl awoke with a stir. Inspecting the strange new environment till her eyes landed on a nun. With her brow quirked in confusion she sneakily climbs out of bed not alerting the sleeping nun. She tiptoes out of the room and into darkness. Feeling along one of the walls of the long hall way. Fingertips brush along the smooth yet uneven layout of the bricks.

The end of the hallway is lite by a soft glow of light. The sound of a mumbling mans' words bounce off the walls causing them to echoe. She rounds the only corner to see a large room with pues and a lone podium at the front of the room. Large multicolored stained glass window portraying the crucifixion of Jesus Christ filter the moons soft light into the room. Casting shadow on the lone man mumbling his prays.

Slowly she approaches him from behind but his head perks up as he smiles still facing the front of the room. "I see you finally awoke my child. Tell me lass what is they call you?"

"(Y/N) Amherst." The little girls voice is flate and monotone. She kneels beside the man as she looks at his profile. He's rough and rigid looking but in a way handsome.

"Such a shame what happened to the Amherst estate. Home burned down in a fire but not before the bloody slaughter of the family except one wee child. Last heard of was being chased down by slavers." The girls body seemed to twitch as he spoke, " Well then lass you best pray with me and thank God we found you before them." He looked into her (eyecolor) eyes and felt no life, they held no emotion in them. He looked away unsure why this little girl sparked a sudden interest in him, his hands come together as he bows his head repenting for his sins.