⇨Two yanderes alien creatures X Scientist (𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚) Male! Reader⇦ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝘿𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬." ⋊Now playing: An unhealthy obsession⋉ 🎶They call it creeping, I say loving, it's the only way for me Filling out papers, signing waivers, but I stay outside his reach I name your mother and your father and the first pet that you keep I know your favourite place to dine at when your cheque comes in each week I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites And that your car needs a new tire 'cause last week I laid those spikes I've got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink I sneak a walkie-talkie in your room to listen to you sleep You just don't know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same~ One day we will have a pretty wedding and I will be your everything~🎶 "Well, this was not going according to plan... The subjects was meant to become mates with one another, so that we can make a hybrid between the two of them..." "So how they decided that I was going to be part of it? And becomes the one that will bear the children...." Y/N said with a sigh coming after. But then he now has a crazy smile on his face. "Oh well, let's see how far I can tame them. And see how far there little obsession can go~!" He begins to laugh manicly. "So, who forgot to make [name] take his medicine. so that he doesn't go insane once again... Like this." A dark skin woman said. "Don't worry! I will hold him down, while someone else will inject the medicine in him!" A orange haired male said. Then proceeded to run towards [name]. But you saw him coming toward you. "No! I WILL NOT TAKE THAT STUPID MEDICINE! YOU WILL NOT CATCH ME!" You said while being to run away from him. "GET YOUR ASS BACK HER-

[Yandere Forsaken x Reader] You aren't sure of where you are - or who you are, for the matter. The place you find yourself in is odd. Sometimes you'll be in a random location with generators waiting to be fixed. Other times in a cabin isolated from any civilisations, populated by the robloxians you see ever so often during what they call as a "match". You wonder why they are forced to be chased down by the... killers. You can see why they're called as such - their appearances too abnormal to give off anything but warning bells, presence far too heavy to feel safe. Too bad it seems that you are resigned to being a mere spectator, unable to be seen by anyone - or, well, the ones you want to be seen by. A part of you wonders if things will ever change. Or if you even want them to in the first place. After all, isn't it best to be safe than sorry?