Salem's Mostly Smut Oneshot Book! [DISCONTINUED + REPUBLISHED]

Frustration (Tanner x Fem!Reader)🖤

details:
-smut
-strong/nsfw language
-mentions of murder/kidnapping/stalking
-mentions of self harm/suicide
Hello Scrutinized fandom hru?? this is sort of self indulgent haha. If you haven't heard of Scrutinized, I definitely recommend playing/watching a playthrough!! It's amazing. This guy is Tanner, one of the main antagonists of the game. In this oneshot you're a mentally struggling writer with a rather secret admirer at your hands...

He was still there.

The man with the white labcoat, red tie and slicked back chestnut hair.

The man that had been stalking you since you had moved into your quaint little house.

His smile that never seemed to fade from that cheery face of his, even when you knew he was watching you.

Every step of the way, he watched you. Though, never through the bathroom or bedroom windows for some odd reason...perhaps a sliver of respect was still in his cruel heart.

You knew he was always watching. Sometimes you could hear his heavy footsteps on the patio, or on the porch. Through the grass, sneaking around the house to find a good advantage point.

Sometimes he would talk to himself, his eerily chipper voice giving you the chills.

Some of the things you heard weren't so bad coming from a possible kidnapper.

"Silly girl. You know to unthaw it before you cook it."

"Which episode is this?"

"I'd like to hold your cat. Just once, perhaps?"

Each more entertaining yet concerning than the last.

His voice stuck to your mind. Even when you were sleeping, quiet chatter from outside could be heard.

"One day, we'll meet, silly girl. For now, rest. I have patience, of course. I'm not all that terrible."

It felt like a roommate that never showed up. Just had a presence.

Once, you awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. And of course, in the kitchen, was a plate of decent looking breakfast, with a note sitting next to it.

"Hello, doll.

I don't know what else to call you. Whoops. I made you breakfast. Don't worry, I haven't stolen anything. Not yet, that is. I've been watching you carefully. Each movement, every hour. Being my next victim, you're quite the catch, I'd say. And if you're wondering, no, there's nothing bad in the food. I'm no expert chemist, you know.

Until we meet, you may refer to me as your secret of sorts. An admirer, perhaps. I will be seeing you shortly. I made sure everything was locked up after I finished the food. Until then, doll."

He had...finally broken into your house.

And the first goddamn thing he did was make you breakfast. Out of all things he could've done.

So, it was your turn to write him a note.

"Dear random stalker guy,

You'll probably be breaking into my house again, so you may or may not see this, but just so you know, I'm not scared of you. You're just some guy that happened to target me. I don't know who you are or what you plan on doing to me, but I know a bit of self defense. I know you're here. I'm not entirely oblivious, so you may have a bit of trouble catching a gal like me off guard. By the way, my name is (Y/N). Not like you'd care, you'll probably kill me before we get a chance to talk.