"I can still love" Yandere!Ink!sans x reader

Chapter 1 ~ Reunited at last... I wish

(     Small cursing warning

You have been warned UwU )

Ink's pov (point of view)

I clutched the back of the one I knew I needed, through all the tough times she faces. The one who I knew would  fill the hole a soul could never fill. I held onto her like I would never let go as she quietly sobbed into my shoulder. I patted her back and gently spoke to her.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for leaving you," I said blankly. She continued sobbing. I sighed and continued rubbing circles into her back in the hopes of comforting her. Though I knew she would probably never like me back, I need to at least try and change her mind. It never hurts to try, but it burns to never know. A few minutes later, she pulled away from me with a tear stained face and puffy red eyes. She wiped the few remaining tears from her cheeks and sniffled.

"Why... Why did you leave m-me in the first place?" She asked me. Those (E/C) eyes of hers never once failed to make me feel guilty whenever she wanted to make me feel sorry. I sighed and thought of an excuse. I couldn't tell her my 'feelings' too early, or she'll definitely say no. I need to make her trust me enough that she'll feel comfortable in a relationship with me. 

"There were a bunch of... problems I had to deal with. Problems I'll probably never share with you, no matter how close we grow," I cupped her cheek and gave a soft smile. Though it was hard to. I had to force it out for her, for (Y/N). And I know I would do anything. One of her hands reached up to mine and she caressed it slowly, contemplating all the possible things I could have been doing. 

I pulled my hand away. It was probably cold against her warm, soft skin. It felt good to finally be back with her, despite all those years I despised the fact she'll never come face to face with me, and say "I love you too," , those four words I want to hear more than anything. But four words can go a long way, as if saying: 

"I don't love you," Is the same as "Fuck off" Which, honestly, that's what it feels like. She gestured for me to step inside so I did. Her house was neatly decorated, as far as the living room went since that's all I could see. Her couch stood around 7 feet away from the door in the center of the room, with a soft rug in front of it. A light gray table sat on top of the rug which had stacks of books laying on it, adding much non-needed weight to the top of it.

A few feet in front of the couch was a tv surrounded by bookshelves. I suppose that's where all the books came from. I looked over to the side which led to the kitchen, I didn't need to go into the kitchen, so I walked further into the living room. (Y/N) sat on the couch and I sat beside her awkwardly.

"It feels like too long since we last saw each other, don't you think?" I chuckled. (Y/N) laughed with me. God damnit, that smile. It always knocks me off guard when she smiles, so I had to look away, my face heating up. She continued talking.

"Yeah, I don't get what would be so important that you would have to leave someone as cute as little ol' me~" She joked. Though I thought it was true, I snickered as if it were any normal joke. She giggled and turned to a random channel. I didn't pay any attention to the tv, and focused all my attention to the girl beside me. She was my entire life now. Feelings don't matter if they're not used on her. She was busy watching it closely and sometimes mouthing along to the words when she knew what they were.

A smile formed on my face and I rested my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes. I pictured (Y/N) in my head and imagined her doing all sorts of things I'd like to see. Not perverted things, of course, I'm not that kind of person, nor will I ever be. Though if I ever was, I assure you, I wouldn't be here with (Y/N). She would have called the cops on me, I would have had to kill them, and then claim the only prize I will ever want or need, (Y/N), as my trophy of victory.

As I was slowly dozing off, (Y/N)'s phone rang, and a smile bigger than she had ever given me appeared on her face as she answered it. My eye twitched slightly. I'm glad she didn't notice. "Hi (bf/n[best friend's name])! How are you?" She beamed. I sat back up and tuned into the conversation they were having. (bf/n) talked on the other side of the conversation for some time before (Y/N) visibly blushed. I had never seen that in the very long time I've been friends with her.

"S-Sure, I'll be there as soon as I can," She stuttered. What?! No matter how hard I try to make her flustered, it never works. So what's with this '(bf/n)' all of a sudden making it happen?! I've been friends with her for much longer than he/she has! I tried not to let my anger visible, but it was hard to with the huge amount that boiled up inside me. "Okay, bye!" (Y/N) hung up and looked over at me,  a coat of yellow (or whatever color his blush is idfk-) stretched across my face. 

"Inky? You okay?" She asked, placing her hand on top of mine. My back straightened awkwardly and I nervously laughed. "Y-Yes?" I didn't mean to stutter, but she just giggled and patted the top of my skull and got up. "I have to go meet (bf/n), I'll be back soon. help yourself to anything you'd like," She walked over to the coat rack located right beside the door and put on her (favorite coverup) and walked out of the door after grabbing her keys. I waited until her (vehicle) was gone before I walked out the door, closed it behind me, and raced after her, wanting to find the person who stood as an obvious threat to my chance of getting (Y/N) all to myself.

I ran down the sidewalk, making sure to lag a bit behind (Y/N)'s car so she didn't see me. I saw her pull into a parking lot by the park. I hopped into a tree in view of (Y/N) and (bf/n). She approached him/her and their conversation was inaudible. I moved closer until the conversation was just barely in earshot. "S-So, (Y/N), I have something t-to tell you..." He/she mumbled. I growled quietly. He/she is such a pain to look at, let alone listen to. Their voice is so annoying it rings in my ears.

(Y/N) blushed, but cut him off. "C-Can I go use the restroom first?" She asked awkwardly. (bf/n) nodded and (Y/N) set off to go find the restroom. This is my chance! I swiftly yanked (bf/n) from his/her spot on the ground and threw them on the ground behind some play equipment. He/she landed hard in the rocks and lost their breath. I jabbed my hand around their neck to keep them in place as they regained their sight and breath.

"W-Who are y-" I pressed my hand down harder on their neck and my face filled with anger. 

"(Y/N) is mine, no matter what your little dreams are, she is mine," I hissed. His face showed obvious fear, and that was good. But soon enough, that fear only turned into hatred and anger. "What do you mean, freak?! We've been friends since fourth grade!" He hissed. This only made my grip tighter around his neck. He could no longer speak. "Shut up! We've been friends since kindergarten, and she loves ME!" I shouted, finally tightening my grip so he couldn't breathe.

"Let that thought sink in, remember it when you're dead, know that she. Is. MINE." I said. And the life was sucked right out of his eyes. Right in time as well. I heard footsteps approaching and heard (Y/N) call out for them. I quickly jumped back into the tree and smirked as I watched her look desperately for (bf/n) and find his dead body behind the equipment. It hurt me to see her sad, but it had to be done. He was in the way of our love. He was in the way of our future, our eternity together. 

Satisfied, I ran back to (Y/N)'s house and sat back on the couch, pretending to be asleep as I waited for her to open the door.

I waited, and waited, and waited, in complete silence, in the hopes she would walk through the door and tell me what happened, all so I could comfort her and add a bit onto our relationship. But she never came. I started counting the seconds. 

1...

2...

3...

4...

But she never came.

No matter how long I waited, she never showed up. No matter how desperately I wanted to see her again, she never walked through the door. Then I realized.

She wasn't coming back.

Not until she found out who killed her proclaimed lover.

Wow! 1587 words! That's a new record set for me!