Yandere! Drawing come to life x reader

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You let out a loud yelp and tried desperately to move out of the way. Your attempt to avoid it was proved futile. Your actions only causing more damage than good. Your frantic movements made you to lose your balance and trip on a loose stone in the ground. Landing flat on your bottom, sketchbook sitting open underneath you. Before you could react, the water fell. Running down the giant flower like a waterfall. You were soaked, hair comletely drenched. Wait...crap! My sketchbook!

You reached out in front of you and grabbed the book. Unfortunately, it had not been spared from the water attack. Upon closer inspection, you saw that the only page that had been affected was the drawing you had finished just moments earlier. What in the world? You ran your fingers along the pencil strokes, and they moved. Eyes widening in shock, you saw that the drawing...was melting off the paper!

Jumping up in fear, you dropped the sketchbook. It landed on the smooth stones with a little plop. While the drawing continued to seep off the page and into the wet earth. Once it was gone, you bent down on your knees and leaned closer to the now blank page. Inspecting it for any other signs of weirdness. Hm...it looks fine now but...what in the holy geezus was that about!? It just, it...aaaaaaaaaaa...okay y/n calm down. Just pick it up. Pick it up. It's not evil, pick it up. Come onnnnnn.

You hesitantly reach out a shaky hand and grab the bottom of the book. Feeling around the other pages with your fingers, they proved to be completely dry. When you flipped to all your previous doodles, you could see that they were still there. Not melty, not sliding around on the page like demonic jell-o.

With a sigh, you carefully closed the book. Sliding it underneath your arm for easy carrying.

"Alrighty! That's enough weirdness for today satan! Time to clear my head with something sweet!" You said to yourself.

Almost sprinting back to the door that had led you to this mess. Ugh why couldn't the door have been locked today? Maybe then I wouldn't be freaking out. When you got inside you realized something. Crud I can't let anyone see me drenched like this! As sneakily as possible, you crept behind anything available and made your way over to the bathroom. Trying so hard to keep your shoes from squeaking on the floor.

Please be open! Please be unnocupied! Pleeeease! As fate would have it, the door was open. No one was currently using the bathroom. Like a bullet you dashed for the bathroom. Sliding on the floor and landing facefirst on the bathroom tiles. With a groan you used your foot to slam the door shut.

Luckily, the only thing hurt was your mental state. The fall hadn't done any real damage to you. Just a few sore spots. Using the sink for support, you pulled yourself back onto your feet. Upon looking in the mirror just above the sink you saw how awful you looked. Hair flattened by the water, with a few leaves sticking out of the top, a little cut on the bottom of your chin. Wait a second...I fell on my butt so how did this happen? You lean closer to the glass, feeling along the cut with your fingertips. Ah right, must've happened just now...ugh...another thing to explain to my parents if they see.

Turning around, you reached up and grabbed a towel from the shelves attached to the wall. Drying your face with it and attempting to dry your hair with it as well. It did help a bit, but now your hair looked like a tumbleweed.
"Geez, now it looks even worse! Like I was playing tag with a tornado."

Taking a brush from the basket on the sink, you began to calm that storm that was supposed to be hair. Once it looked somewhat like it did before, you set the brush down and examined yourself in the mirror. Hold on...huh? You blinked and focused on the space behind you. I could've sworn I saw a face there.

Twisting the knob of the faucet, you let the water run until it was cold. Cupping your hands, you scooped up some water and splashed it on your face. It didn't do much besides make you shiver though. I gotta start getting more sleep, that's probably the problem here. Drying your face off once more, you hung the towel up to dry and opened the bathroom door. Swearing you could've felt something cold gripping your shoulder as you left.

The rest of the day progressed pretty normal. Of course...even though you tried your best to hide it. Your parents still noticed something was off about you. They wouldn't stop pestering you until you made up and excuse. You knew they weren't fooled but neither of them said anything about it.

Eventually you mostly forgot about what happened earlier. The sweet flavor of (favorite dessert) consuming your thoughts and taste buds. Your siblings screams and obnoxious laughter also helping to drown out your thoughts. Though, you still felt uneasy. Maybe it was because, somewhere in your mind you knew, you were being watched.