Struck -YandereDev × Reader-

Struck -YandereDev × Reader-

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Last published Wed, Feb 22, 2017

cutestuff depression romance yanderedev yanderesimulator

You're a simple girl living in California, the supposed place of your dreams. You lost your sister due to drugs. Your Mom has sent you to your Cousins friends house due to depression. Your Cousins friend named Alex (Yandere Dev's real name) warmly invited you into his home. You have noticed how glued he is to his computer, writing some sort of code and funny things. You later figured out who this person really was. He was the Developer of Yandere Simulater...Nicknamed Yandere Dev. You are excited to live this new life with him.

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