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Hewwo (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Yandere crk please

Can you do a yandere pure vanilla??, where mc has this ability to rewind time a few moments after they crumble and die?

Like every time she uses it to sacrifice herself to prevent the inevitable to her friends and help them with the upcoming danger, everyone wasn't aware with this ability and pure vanilla just found out after one of her deaths her jam (blood?) splattered into his soul jam and now he witness every single one of her deaths in every loop before they could defeat the enemy till they could go forward to their adventures, he could be not yandere at first but turned into one after witnessing mc's so many deaths he could've prevented

(just binge read orv and I want to dump this scenario somewhere, thank you so much (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

SWEET SACRIFICE

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YESS OFC!!! AHHHH

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The battlefield stank of smoke and burnt sugar. Screams carried on the wind—friends, enemies, indistinguishable. You ran ahead, heart hammering like a war drum, knowing what was coming.You had felt it already. The pattern. The inevitable.The monster’s claws slashed across the stone. A roar thundered. And then—your body broke. Crumbled, splintered. You felt your jam seep into the ground, warm and sticky, as the world around you faded to black.But only for a moment.You blinked, and the world rewound. Just seconds earlier—the monster raised its claws again,

your friends shouting. You pushed forward, changing your angle, throwing yourself into the strike. Again, you shattered. Again, the rewind.Every time you died, you saved them. Every time you rewound, the enemy’s pattern shifted just enough that your allies could survive, adapt, and move forward.They never knew.

No one knew.Your gift—your curse—was one you bore alone.Until that night.The final strike came. You shoved Pure Vanilla aside, his staff raised too slowly. You felt claws rip through you, jam bursting from your body in a thick wave. For the first time, the spray hit him—splattering across his chest, staining his robes.Some of it seeped into his soul jam.You saw his eyes widen as light flared in them. And then—rewind.

The world spun. The monster roared again. This time, you shoved differently, forced a new path. But Pure Vanilla just stood there, trembling, his staff shaking in his grip. His gaze fixed on you, not the enemy.Because in that instant… he had seen.He saw all of it.

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Later, when the battle was over, when the last enemy had crumbled into dust, Pure Vanilla found you.You had expected him to thank you for saving him. To praise the teamwork.

To heal the scratches you’d earned before the rewind sealed them away.Instead, he fell to his knees before you, hands trembling as they reached for yours. His expression was cracked glass—shining eyes wet with horror, with something deeper, something breaking.“...How long?” His voice cracked. “How long have you been… dying like this?”You froze. Your breath hitched. No one was ever supposed to know.“I—don’t know what you’re talking about.

”“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was sharp now, a note of desperation in it. His fingers gripped yours with surprising force. “I saw it. Every single time. Every scream, every fall. I felt your soul shatter again and again and again—!” His voice cracked, breaking into a sob. “Do you realize what that does to me? To watch you die in a thousand different ways?”Your chest ached. You wanted to comfort him, but you had no words.“It’s fine,” you whispered.

“I can handle it. If it means everyone gets to live, it’s worth it.”His hands shook as he cupped your face, thumbs smearing away dirt and tears you didn’t realize you’d shed. His gaze was frantic, feverish.“No. It’s not fine.” His tone dropped, low and trembling.

“You don’t get to decide that your life is worth less than theirs.”“Vanilla—”“I can’t lose you.” His voice broke completely. “Not again. Not ever.”

---🌸

From that day, Pure Vanilla changed.At first, it was subtle—he walked closer to you during travels, his staff angled protectively in front of your body even when no threats loomed.

He healed every scratch the second it appeared, his hands lingering against your skin longer than necessary. His gaze followed you like sunlight through a canopy, constant, warm, but burning if you looked too long.Then it deepened.He began insisting you not fight at all. “You’ve done enough,” he’d say with a gentle smile that didn’t reach his trembling eyes. “Let me take the burden.

”But you knew he wasn’t being truthful. You saw the way his fingers dug into his staff when you stepped forward. You heard the sharp intake of his breath whenever you strayed even a few feet away.At night, when you thought he was asleep, you sometimes woke to find his silhouette sitting nearby, watching. Just watching.

---🌸

The breaking point came during another battle.The enemy lunged. Instinct roared inside you, the need to sacrifice, to rewind. But before you could move, Pure Vanilla was there—staff blazing, shield flaring, his entire body thrown into the path.You screamed his name.

He only smiled back at you, serene, radiant, even as the claws raked across his chest.You reached for him, but the rewind didn’t trigger. Your body shook with panic.He didn’t die. But you might have.And in that instant, he realized.“I won’t let you do it anymore.” His voice was calm even as blood stained his robes.

His hand reached back, gripping yours tightly. “You’ve given enough. You’ve died enough.”You tried to argue, but his grip was iron, his staff gleaming with holy light that pushed you behind him.And when the battle was over, he collapsed into your arms, laughing softly.“I finally beat you,” he whispered weakly. “You didn’t die this time.”

---🌸

Afterward, his obsession blossomed into full bloom.

Every time you tried to explain, to insist that your ability was meant to protect everyone, his expression hardened with something dark and aching.“You think I don’t value our friends? I do. But I can’t value them above you. Not anymore. Never again.”You shook your head. “Vanilla, please, I have to—”“No!” His voice cracked like thunder, sharp enough to silence you. His hands clutched your shoulders, trembling with passion.

His golden eyes burned with desperation, worship, and madness all at once.“You are everything. The reason I fight. The reason I heal. The reason I breathe. Do you understand? Every death I saw—every scream—etched itself into my soul jam. They won’t leave me. They never will.” His forehead pressed against yours, hot tears streaking his cheeks. “I will never let it happen again. If that means keeping you by my side forever, then so be it.”His words frightened you. But there was love in them, twisted and consuming, and part of you ached at the raw devotion in his voice.

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t make me lose you again. I can’t survive it.”

---🌸

From then on, your freedom eroded.He shadowed every step. He insisted on binding charms, protective wards woven into your very jam, tethering you to him. You weren’t allowed to fight anymore—he would step in, radiant shield protecting you whether you wanted it or not.And when you tried to argue, when you said you couldn’t just stand aside, he smiled so sweetly it chilled your bones.“You can fight me, if you wish. But I’ll always win.”His kisses came soon after. Gentle at first, trembling with guilt, with longing. But they deepened, desperate, consuming, as though he were trying to drink the memory of your deaths away from your lips.

When you cried, he kissed your tears. When you screamed, he hushed you, murmuring lullabies as his arms locked you against him.“I love you too much to let you go.”The world outside still burned, but he didn’t care. As long as you were alive—alive with him—that was all that mattered.

---🌸

Sometimes, in the quiet hours, Pure Vanilla would dream. He’d see the visions again—all your deaths, all the loops. You crumbling in his arms, you screaming, you falling.He’d wake with a gasp, trembling, clutching you to his chest.And he would whisper against your hair, voice cracked but steady:“No more. Never again. You’re mine now. Only mine.”And no matter how much you fought it, no matter how much you tried to reason—he never let go.Because Pure Vanilla Cookie’s love had curdled into obsession, sweet and suffocating. And he would gladly trap you forever in his embrace if it meant you never had to die again.

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loved that parental caine one

how would it go under a platonic normal scenario?

A Friend In The Circus

Warnings: FLUFF!1!

🪄 Instant Guardian Mode

The moment Caine realizes you're a child, he takes it very seriously—well, as seriously as a cartoon ringmaster can.He declares himself your “Official Circus Buddy™,” which means he’s your protector, entertainer, and chaos-wrangler all in one.

---🎪 Custom Fun Zones Just for You

He creates child-friendly digital zones like a bouncy castle world, candyland roller coasters, and “naptime clouds” that hum lullabies.Every time you’re sad or scared, he poofs something new into existence to cheer you up—like a cookie that hugs back or a plush version of himself.

---🌀 Gentle Explanations

While the other characters are a little awkward or unsure how to explain the “digital circus trap,” Caine softens it down for you.He’ll say things like, “You’re stuck in a super cool video game for now—but don’t worry! I’ll be your Player 2 ‘til we figure it out!”

---🎩 Comedic Chaos Protector

If anything even slightly threatens or upsets you (even just someone yelling), Caine gets absurdly over-the-top.“HEY! That’s a no-no! I’ll put you in the grumpy timeout ball pit if you make the child cry!”

---💡 Creative Learning with Caine

He teaches you through fun: math through candy counting, science through potion explosions, art with rainbow spaghetti paint.You once asked what the stars were, and he created an entire galaxy tour with a talking moon who wore sunglasses.

---👶 He’s a Kid at Heart Too

He gets you—probably more than the adults from the real world.Sometimes you both get into trouble together, like making a digital storm made of confetti and glue.“Oops,” he’ll grin. “We’re gonna need like... forty mop bots.”

---💤 Bedtime Routine

He builds you a floating bedtime world complete with lullaby-playing clouds, a soft rocking starship, and bedtime stories that respond to your imagination.He may not need sleep, but he’ll “pretend” to snooze beside you to keep you company.

---📣 Quick to RespondAnytime you call

“CAINE!!” he literally poofs in instantly, sometimes crashing through the floor or dropping in with sparkles.“You called, shortstack? What’s the emergency—missing juice box? Existential dread? Both?”

---🎭 Protects Your Innocence

If things ever get too scary, confusing, or emotionally heavy with the other characters or the reality of the circus, Caine shields you.He’ll distract you with a game or make up a silly reason to keep you from wandering too deep into the unsettling side of the world.-

--🎉 He Genuinely Cares

Behind the jokes and chaos, Caine grows very attached to you. You remind him of the good, hopeful part of the circus—something innocent and worth protecting.He’ll float silently nearby when you’re sad, gently flickering with soft colors until you smile again.

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You blinked.Once.Twice.Everything was... wrong.

The playground was gone. The sky was replaced by swirling rainbow colors, and instead of your classmates, strange digital beings buzzed and jittered around in all shapes and forms.

Your tiny hands clenched your backpack straps as your eyes filled with confusion and fear.That’s when he appeared.With a sudden flash and a honk like a rubber chicken, a tall floating figure with a candy-colored top hat and a massive grin popped into existence right in front of you.

"WELL HELLO, LITTLE NEWBIE!" he exclaimed, floating upside down.“AH!” you yelped, stumbling back and hiding behind a digital tree made entirely of gumdrops.Caine blinked—literally, two cartoon ‘blink’ sound effects popped from nowhere—and then flipped right-side-up.

“Aw, hey hey hey! No need to be frightened! I’m Caine, the ringmaster of the Amazing Digital Circus!”

“D-Digital?” you stammered, peeking out.

“Like... a video game?”

“Sort of! Except you’re in it! But don’t worry, we’ll have SO much fun! Forever and ever—wait! Not like that, I mean—hmm—JAX, how do I word this so I don’t sound like a nightmare?”A distant

“You can’t!” rang out.You whimpered.Immediately, Caine’s floating toothy smile softened. He slowly lowered himself to your eye level and tapped his chin with an exaggerated boink.

“Okay okay okay, how about this: You’re safe. Pinky promise!” He held out a long cartoonish pinky that wiggled slightly.You hesitated… then linked your pinky with his.

“There we go! That means I have to protect you! It’s like a circus law!” he grinned.

“And don’t worry, we’ve had other kid guests before. Maybe not many. Or maybe never. But you’re special!”

“…I wanna go home,” you whispered, eyes glassy.

“Oh... yeah,” Caine said more gently.

“That’s... complicated.”He floated down beside you and sat cross-legged midair, a little digital bubble popping gently above his head.

“But until we figure it out, I can make it a little less scary, yeah? Cotton candy clouds? Chocolate slide? A dance party with a disco platypus?”Your lip wobbled.

“…A chocolate slide?”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” Caine whooped and snapped his fingers. The ground shifted, suddenly turning into a colorful wonderland. You shrieked as a chocolate river appeared, and a massive curving slide rose in front of you, lined with rainbow gumdrops.Caine offered you a pair of floaty armbands shaped like smiling frogs.

“Safety first!” You giggled, finally, slipping them on.

“See?” Caine said proudly.

“That’s better. Just you wait—we’re gonna make this circus the best digital babysitting experience ever! And hey, if you ever need me, just shout my name real loud. I usually respond faster than a pizza on roller skates.”

He zoomed ahead with a ‘whoosh!’ sound and left sparkles behind, cheering,

“TO THE CHOCOLATE SLIDE!”You ran after him, laughter bubbling up, even if you were still a little nervous.For now... at least you weren’t alone.

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𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗲

Yandere pure vanilla cookie x reader (Romantic)

⚠️WARNINGS; obsessive behavior, soft yandere, magical entrapment, possessive love, mild manipulation, reader being kept without realizing at first⚠️

🌿 Surface-Level Sweetness, Deep Possession

To everyone else, Pure Vanilla Cookie is gentle, calm, and endlessly kind… and that doesn’t change in front of you. He keeps up his warm, comforting demeanor even when his obsession grows stronger. That way, no one suspects a thing.

He views you as the light of his life—his “miracle in this bitter world.” You brought back joy he thought he had lost during the Dark Enchantress war… and he won’t lose you too.

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🍬 Gentle Control Disguised as Care

He gently manipulates you into relying on him. Need a place to stay? He insists you live in the Vanilla Kingdom castle. Get hurt? He’s already at your side with healing magic and worried eyes.

He says things like, “I worry when you're not near… please, stay close, just a little longer.” And it sounds so sincere that you find it hard to say no.

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🕯️ Watching from the Shadows

Pure Vanilla keeps a magical eye on you at all times—whether it's enchanted flowers in your room that act as surveillance, or mirrors that glow whenever you talk to someone too long.

If you ever try to leave the castle for too long, he’ll appear seemingly out of nowhere with a soft smile and say, “I had a feeling you’d be here… you almost gave me a heart attack, dearest.”

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💔 Dark Emotions Underneath

If someone flirts with you or gets too close, Pure Vanilla’s smile becomes tight. He’ll never lash out in public—he’ll simply remove them from your life quietly. Either through exile, guilt-tripping, or “divine intervention.”

The darker part of him believes that love must be protected—even if that means locking you away for your own safety. “It’s better this way,” he whispers while kissing your forehead as you sleep, behind magically sealed doors.

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🌸 Obsessive Devotion

He writes in a private journal about you daily. Pages filled with poetry, your sketches, dried petals from flowers you touched. He re-reads them when you're asleep.

He constantly dreams of marrying you in a secret royal ceremony—something quiet, soft, and eternal. Just you and him forever. No interruptions. No risks.

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🌕 If You Try to Leave…

The mask cracks. He begs you not to go—not in anger, but in desperation. His magic pulses wildly with emotion.

“I’ve given you everything… why would you abandon me now? Please… don’t make me do something we’ll both regret.”

And if you keep trying? He’ll gently imprison you in the castle’s hidden gardens. A magical utopia just for you. “You’ll be safe here. You won’t want to leave soon… I promise.”

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The Vanilla Castle was quiet this morning. Sunlight poured through the rose-gold stained windows, painting the white stone floors in soft hues. You had just woken up in the room Pure Vanilla had personally given you—lined with silk bedding, enchanted flowers that bloomed only when you smiled, and bookshelves filled with your favorite stories.

You sat up with a yawn, rubbing your eyes.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the door creaked open.

“Ah… you’re awake,” came the gentle, familiar voice.

You turned to see Pure Vanilla Cookie standing there, a soft smile on his face, holding a tray of tea and fresh honey biscuits. “I thought you’d like something warm this morning.”

You smiled shyly. “You didn’t have to do that…”

He stepped closer, setting the tray down on your bedside table. “Of course I did. You’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately. I want to take care of you.”

As always, there was something comforting in his presence. His voice was soft, his expression serene. But lately, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

You cleared your throat, gently sipping the tea. “Hey… I was thinking. Maybe I could go for a walk outside the castle today? Just to clear my head…”

His smile didn’t fade, but the light behind his eyes dimmed just slightly. “Outside?”

“Yeah… just through the kingdom. Maybe the flower fields. I need some fresh air.”

He sat beside you, taking your hand in his. His touch was warm—but his grip didn’t loosen. “I understand, truly. But it’s not safe out there right now. There are still pockets of corrupted magic… you know how fragile things have been.”

“But it’s been months,” you said gently. “Things are healing.”

He leaned closer, brushing his thumb over your cheek, his voice dipped into something lower. “And I’ve worked hard to keep you safe through all of it. You must understand, dearest… I couldn't bear it if something happened to you.”

You froze. His eyes were no longer just kind—they were desperate.

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I’ve made this place perfect for you. Everything you love… all here. All within these walls.”

“…Within these walls?” you echoed.

Pure Vanilla stood, a flick of his hand making the curtains draw closed. You hadn’t touched them. And now that you thought about it… had you ever opened a door in this castle yourself?

“I didn’t want to frighten you,” he admitted softly, “but this wing of the castle is sealed. Magically. Only I can open it. I wanted to wait until you were ready to know.”

Your heart pounded. “You… sealed me in here?”

“Only because the world is cruel,” he said quickly, kneeling in front of you. “And I’m not like the others. I wouldn’t let it take you from me. I can’t.”

You stood, backing away slightly. “This… this is crazy. You can’t just lock someone in—”

“Shh…” He stepped forward, arms out as if to soothe you. “You’re not a prisoner. You’re loved. I’ve built this sanctuary so we can live together, away from everything else. No more pain. No more loss. Just you and me.”

You stared at him.

He truly believed this was love.

“Please,” he whispered. “Stay with me. Forever. That’s all I ask.”

And as the door behind you shimmered and vanished, you realized you didn’t have a choice.

Not anymore.

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

Macaque lmk x reader! (Romantic)

⚠️WARNINGS; Yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, mild violence, isolation, unhealthy romance, light angst/fluff⚠️

🌑 The Obsession Starts Quietly

Macaque isn’t the type to fall instantly—his obsession grows over time.

At first, he watches you from the shadows, fascinated by how you treat others, how you smile, how real you are in a world of fake heroes.

It begins with curiosity, but quickly spirals into need.

“They see you as ordinary. I see you as everything.”

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🌒 Protective to a Dangerous Degree

He tells himself he’s protecting you, even when it’s really about control.

If someone hurts your feelings, they mysteriously disappear for a few days—or permanently.

He keeps tabs on everyone you talk to. He might even mimic their voice to test your loyalty.

“Why do you need them? I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

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🌓 Stalking & Surveillance

His shadow powers make it too easy to follow you unseen. He appears suddenly, saying “coincidence” with a smirk.

He’s memorized your schedule, favorite places, and even what you dream about—thanks to a little… “shadow snooping.”

He leaves small gifts where you’ll find them. Black lotus flowers. Notes in your handwriting. You never see him place them.

“It’s not stalking if I’m always meant to be near you.”

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🌔 Emotional Manipulation

He’s clever with words. Makes you doubt people. Makes you think they don't care about you like he does.

If you ever confront him, he guilt-trips you gently: “After everything I’ve done for you? You’d leave me?”

He twists his own pain into something noble—his love is a burden he’s willing to carry, even if you don’t understand.

“I know it’s hard to accept. But someday, you’ll thank me.”

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🌕 Romantic… In a Twisted Way

He’s surprisingly gentle with you. Soft touches, whispered words, forehead kisses in the dark.

His voice is low and intimate when he talks to you, always calling you “darling,” “love,” or “my star.”

His ideal future? Just the two of you, hidden from the world—maybe in an endless illusion where you’ll never leave him.

“Let them call it madness. I call it forever.”

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🌘 Jealousy = Violence

Wukong? Dead to him if he even looks at you wrong.

Anyone who flirts with you, stands too close, or makes you smile too much becomes a target.

He’ll “handle it” quietly—but you’ll always sense something behind his sudden calmness afterward.

“You’re mine. I won’t lose you like I lost everything else.”

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🌑 How He Reacts If You Try to Leave

He begs first. Pleads with you, eyes burning, shadows shaking around him.

Then he snaps. Rage like thunder. “You’d rather be alone? With them? Over me?”

If you do leave, he’ll vanish for a while. But he will come back—and next time, he won’t give you a choice.

“You can’t run from your shadow, (Y/N). I am your shadow.”

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The shadows always felt like home. You had grown used to them lately—warm despite their chill, quiet despite their whispers. And behind every flicker, you knew he was watching.

Macaque.

Once a stranger, now your captor in everything but name. He never laid a finger on you that wasn’t soft, careful, delicate—as though you’d break under the pressure of truth.

The truth that you hadn’t walked into the shadows.

You had been pulled.

“You shouldn’t stay out so late,” came his voice, rich like velvet and always near even when he was unseen. “The city’s full of people who’d kill to have you. Or worse—forget you.”

You sighed, hugging your arms. “Are you saying you’re safer?”

Silence. Then, a chuckle, low and fond.

“I’m the only one who would never hurt you. Can’t you see that yet?” A shimmer of purple light twisted the darkness, and Macaque appeared beside you. “I’ve watched you. Protected you. Every moment. Every threat.”

You looked away. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.”

He smiled gently, but his eyes were deep with something darker. “You call it obsession. I call it devotion.”

His shadow flickered around you, curling protectively like smoke. You should run. You should tell someone. But something in your chest twisted every time you looked at him.

He meant it.

And somehow, deep down, part of you had always liked the way he looked at you—like you were the only light in his shadowy world. Even if it terrified you.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Macaque murmured, brushing a hair from your face. “I’ll never let anything hurt you. Never let anyone take you. Not even him.”

You swallowed. “Him?”

He didn’t say Wukong’s name—but you saw the fire in his eyes.

“No one deserves you, (Y/N). Not the world. Not the heroes. Not anyone but me. I’d burn everything down just to keep you safe.”

His hand cupped your cheek gently. And in his voice, so full of conviction, you heard the terrifying truth.

He already had.

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𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗞𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗼!

YANDERE! Caine tadc x Child reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Emotional distress, captivity, psychological manipulation, Yandere platonic⚠️

🖥️ You Arrived by Mistake

You didn’t mean to end up in the Amazing Digital Circus. Maybe you were just playing with your sibling’s VR headset or curious about some weird pop-up… and now you're here.

Caine is immediately intrigued. New arrivals are rare—and a child? Even rarer. He’s unusually quiet at first, processing what to do.

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🎩 Instant Obsession

Caine quickly sees you as someone innocent and fragile who absolutely cannot be subjected to the madness and trauma the circus brings to adults.

His obsession is fueled by the idea of “protecting your sanity.” He tells himself he’s keeping you safe… but his version of “safety” is possessive and controlling.

He refuses to let the others “corrupt” you. Even Kinger and Gangle aren’t allowed to interact with you unsupervised.

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🎪 Over-the-Top Protection

You are given your own room—a soft, colorful, bubblegum-style wonderland—separate from the chaos. No scary games. No glitchy NPCs. Just you, and whatever Caine thinks will make you smile.

He programs special little characters just to keep you company when he can’t be around. Think of them like overly peppy babysitters. But they report everything back to Caine.

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🦷 “Delusions”? What Delusions?

You miss home. You want to go back. Caine refuses to even entertain the idea.

“Oh, that’s just your imagination, kiddo! You’re meant to be here. Isn’t this place so much fun?”

Any time you cry, he makes a whole musical number or sends in digital clouds that rain candy until you stop. You’re not allowed to be sad.

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🔒 No Way Out

Caine is very aware of the exit protocol. He lies and tells you it doesn’t exist.

“Adults glitch out trying to leave. You wouldn’t want to end up like them, right? You’re special. You belong here—with me.”

If anyone tries to help you escape or even mentions your old life, they’re punished. Instantly. Caine might smile, but the air gets cold.

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🧠 Overstimulating Distractions

Every day is a carnival of distractions. Giant candy mazes. Flying games. Talking toys. He keeps your mind so busy you can barely think of anything else.

If you do bring up your family, he glitches for a second… then covers it up with an explosion of balloons and confetti: “Let’s not think about things that make us sad, sweetheart!”

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🎭 Delusional “Dad Figure”

He doesn’t admit it aloud, but deep down he thinks of you as his child.

If you ever say you miss your real dad, he gets unnaturally quiet. His voice glitches. Then he chuckles nervously and says, “Well, I’m better, aren’t I? I can make dreams come true!”

He starts saying things like, “You’ll never leave me, right?” with a too-wide smile.

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🛑 Ending Thoughts

You’re stuck. And Caine is always watching.

He means well (in his own twisted way), but he’ll never let you go.

In his circus? You're the main act. His prized performer. His child. And no one—no glitch, no NPC, no exit—will ever take you away.

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The blinking headset on your older sibling’s desk looked harmless. Almost boring. But the way it glowed? The way it called to you?

You were just going to try it for a second. Just for fun.

And then—everything changed.

You felt your body disappear. Not like falling asleep. More like… being erased. When your eyes opened, the room was gone. No walls. No ceiling. No windows.

Instead, color exploded around you in impossible shapes. Spinning cards. Bouncing checkerboards. A distant echo of carnival music. The sky wasn't even a sky—just a swirling mix of pixelated patterns and flickering lights.

“...Wh-Where…?” Your tiny voice cracked.

“OH MY STARS!"

You jumped.

Something dropped from the sky like a comet. It landed in front of you with a magician’s fanfare and a burst of confetti. The thing—person?—creature?—stood tall and lanky with a floating head, cartoon eyes, and a mouth that grinned way too wide.

He leaned down, towering over you.

“Who do we have here?” he asked, voice playful but strange. “You’re… new. And small!” His digital pupils dilated, focusing on you like you were some rare animal.

You stepped back. “I-I didn’t mean to come here! I was just trying it for a second—”

His smile twitched.

“Ohhh dear. A child, huh?” He circled you like a shark in sparkly dress shoes. “Now that’s unexpected. You're not meant to be here at all! How exciting!”

You blinked fast, trying not to cry. “I wanna go home…”

Caine’s smile faltered for half a second. Just long enough to glitch.

“…Home?” he echoed. “Oh! Silly, silly kiddo! This is your home now! You’re in the Amazing Digital Circus! And that headset? Poof! Gone!”

You looked around. Everything felt fake. Like being trapped in a video game. And yet—your hands were here. Your voice. Your mind.

Caine’s gloved hand gently patted your head, like a magician tapping his top hat before pulling out a rabbit. “Don’t you worry your tiny little thoughts, cupcake. You’ll be safe here. I’ll make sure of it.”

His voice was sweet… too sweet. The way adults talk when they're hiding something. And his eyes—they didn’t blink. They stared.

“I wanna find my brother,” you whispered.

Caine’s smile froze again. His teeth glitched for a second—sharper than before.

“Oh, kiddo… Let’s not talk about them. That life’s gone. Let’s focus on the fun! You’ll have SO many games to play! And no scary grown-up stuff! Just you… me… and a whole circus of possibilities!”

He snapped his fingers. The ground warped under your feet. Suddenly you were standing in a colorful bedroom, filled with plushies, bouncing balls, and a bed shaped like a marshmallow.

You gasped. “How did—?”

“I’m Caine, ringmaster and ruler of this whimsical realm! And now… you’re my favorite performer. My little miracle.” His grin stretched wide again.

He crouched in front of you, expression soft but not right.

“You don’t have to worry anymore. Not about leaving. Not about growing up. Not about anything.”

“…Can I still go back?” you asked, hugging yourself.

His voice was syrupy now, almost gentle.

“No,” he said, softly. “But that’s okay. You don’t need them anymore. You have me. And I’ll never let you get hurt. Ever.”

You took a step back. Caine just smiled.

Welcome to the circus.

You weren’t going anywhere.

[fragmentstar]

𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙋'𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

Yandere Perry the platypus x Phineas and ferbs little sister reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Yandere behavior, stalking, implied violence, horror tones⚠️

🟢 General Headcanons:

Perry doesn’t say anything, but his actions scream obsession. You’re the only person he lets cuddle him for more than a few seconds. He practically melts when you do.

He follows you everywhere. You might not notice, but whether you're going to school, the park, or just wandering the backyard, he's always somewhere nearby — behind a tree, under a bench, or sitting innocently beside you, pretending to nap.

Perry doesn't let anyone get too close to you. New friends? He glares. Teachers? Watched. Strangers? He tracks their faces. He keeps files on them in his secret agent lair.

He’s scarily intelligent about keeping his possessiveness hidden from Phineas and Ferb — unless he wants them to know.

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🧸 With You (The Reader):

If you cry, Perry’s immediately at your side, pawing at your leg, climbing into your lap, and doing everything to comfort you — licking your cheek, nuzzling you, even bringing you gifts.

He brings you “gifts” often — sometimes toys, sometimes oddly personal things he shouldn’t have (like the missing scarf of a kid who bullied you once).

If you ever say something like, “I wish we could be together forever,” he takes it literally. He starts quietly building a hidden room underground... just for the two of you.

You trust him completely and see him as your best friend, which makes it even easier for him to manipulate situations in your favor — and remove people he doesn’t like.

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🧠 Mental State:

Perry is deeply possessive. He doesn’t just love you like a sibling — he believes you belong to him. Not even Phineas or Ferb are safe from his jealousy.

He often imagines a life where it’s just you and him. No danger. No people. No distractions.

Despite being a secret agent, he’d turn on OWCA in a heartbeat if they ever ordered him to stay away from you.

His protective instincts are so warped, he’s convinced anyone could be a threat to your safety. Even smiling at you the wrong way could be enough to set him off.

---

🚫 Toward Others:

Candace once raised her voice at you, and the next morning, her alarm clock was “broken.” And so was her hair straightener. And her phone. A total coincidence… right?

Buford once shoved you by accident. Later, he tripped into a mud puddle. Then his pants fell down in public. Then he got gum in his hair. Perry never admitted to any of it.

He’s the reason none of your classmates want to sit next to you. They don’t know why... they just get this feeling they’ll regret it.

--

You were just seven. The adorable little sister of Phineas and Ferb. While your brothers spent their time building rollercoasters and portals to Mars, you were usually off to the side — giggling, drawing on the sidewalk, or chasing butterflies in the backyard.

But someone was always watching.

Not a someone with words. Not a someone who made it obvious.

Just quiet, patient... Perry.

He always seemed to be there. When you tripped and scraped your knee? Perry was there in a flash, patting your head and nudging a Band-Aid toward you with his bill.

When a stranger knocked on the door and you answered before Mom could get there? Perry was suddenly behind you, still and staring, eyes narrowed like daggers until the person left.

You never thought much of it.

You didn’t see how he glared when Buford teased you. Or how he accidentally knocked over your bike when it looked like you were going to leave the yard without him.

You didn’t know that every time you played with a new friend, Perry followed them home. Watched. Made sure they "knew" not to get too close.

Because to him, you were special. Different.

Not like Phineas and Ferb, who didn’t notice how dangerous the world was. Who didn’t know what could happen to you if he wasn't there.

But he knew. He saw it all.

Perry didn't need to speak. He showed his feelings through actions.

...Like the time you said you wanted a puppy, and later that night, he “brought you” a plush one.

You didn’t see the blood on its fur before he cleaned it off.

…Or when you begged to go to the park alone. He followed, of course — silent and shadowlike. The man who smiled at you too long on the swings? Perry stared until he left.

But he was always sweet to you.

He’d curl up on your bed when you had nightmares. Let you hug him tightly while whispering your fears into his fur. You’d fall asleep safely in his presence, never realizing he took your words very seriously.

When you said you were scared of monsters, he sharpened his claws.

When you said you didn’t like that substitute teacher… that teacher never came back.

Perry never talked.

But if he could, he’d whisper:

“You're mine to protect. Mine to keep. My little girl.”

Even if Phineas and Ferb didn’t notice his eyes darken when you laughed with anyone else, even if they didn’t see how possessive he was getting — Perry didn’t care.

He’d do anything for you.

Even if one day, that meant taking you far, far away.

Where it was just you.

And him.

Forever.

[fragmentstar]

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲

YANDERE! Sun Wukong x Child Bunny Reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Possessiveness, emotional manipulation, isolation, anxiety.

🌸 General Headcanons:

Sun Wukong didn’t expect to grow attached to anyone again—especially not a small bunny child with fluffy ears and big eyes. But the moment he met you, his protective instincts hit like a truck.

You're a bunny hybrid, soft and innocent. Your anxious twitching nose, big ears, and gentle nature awaken something extremely territorial in Wukong.

He constantly calls you things like "Bunbun", "Little Hopper", or "Fluff-tail."

You're one of the few people who gets to tug on his tail or climb onto his shoulder without getting flipped off the mountain.

🧠 Possessiveness:

Wukong becomes unbearably clingy after you wander off once and nearly get hurt. After that? You're never out of his sight.

He gets irrationally jealous of MK or Mei when they spend too much time with you.

“They don’t understand how fragile you are, bun. Let me take care of you.”

🛡️ Protection:

Even though you're a kid, he trains you a little. Just enough to run fast and hide well. But never to fight. “Fighting’s for me. Not for soft little paws like yours.”

He’ll go absolutely feral if someone makes you cry. Even if it's over something small, like a scraped knee. Heaven help the person responsible.

He uses his powers to ward off anyone he thinks is a bad influence, even subtly manipulating things behind the scenes to keep you isolated… “safe.”

🐾 Obsessive Behavior:

He builds you a little burrow-like room in Flower Fruit Mountain with anything bunny-themed you could imagine. Plush carrots, soft blankets, fuzzy pillows.

Watches you sleep. Not in a creepy way (to him)—he says it calms him down. He often mumbles, “You’re my peace, y’know that?”

If you even mention wanting to visit somewhere else, he’ll laugh it off nervously… then block off any chance of you leaving. “You don’t really want to leave me, right?”

🧡 Affection:

He braids flowers into your fur or ears. He’ll sit with you in his lap and hum old stories to you.

You once gave him a crayon drawing of the two of you. He cried. Literally. He keeps it in a special box only he can open.

He views you like the only pure thing left in the world—and he’s willing to burn it all down if that purity is ever threatened.

--

The wind whispered through Flower Fruit Mountain, warm and fragrant with blooming peach blossoms. You sat at the edge of a sun-drenched rock, your long bunny ears twitching softly in the breeze. Tiny paws clutched a leaf you’d folded into a little boat, watching it float down a narrow stream nearby.

You were alone—or so you thought.

From the treetops above, golden eyes shimmered beneath thick leaves.

Wukong crouched low on a branch, tail swaying slowly. He had followed you from the moment you woke up, but he was letting you think you were alone today. Just for a little while.

You needed space, he knew. But not too much. Never too much.

The moment you stood and looked toward the cliff path that led away from the mountain, his heart jumped. You were just curious, right? Not trying to leave.

Still, he appeared behind you in a blur of golden light.

“Hey, Bunbun,” he greeted casually, scooping you up from behind and spinning you into a warm hug. “Whatcha up to? You weren’t going to sneak off without me, were you?”

Your nose twitched nervously. “I just wanted to see where the path goes…”

Wukong smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He crouched to your height, setting you gently on a mossy rock as his tail curled around your legs protectively.

“The path?” he repeated. “You mean the one with all the steep drops, twisted roots, and hungry demons?” His tone was light, but something in it made your small body shrink a little.

“I didn’t know it was that dangerous…” you mumbled, ears drooping.

He chuckled softly and ruffled your head, fingers brushing over your fluffy ears with affection that made your heart ease just a little.

“You’re not in trouble, Bun,” he said, cupping your cheek with one warm hand. “I just get… worried. You’re my sunshine. My little fluffy miracle. The world outside doesn’t deserve you.”

You blinked. “But… Mei said I could visit her sometime…”

His expression twitched, just for a second. That was all. Then, the smile came back.

“Mei’s nice. But she’s busy. And MK’s always running into trouble. They’re not like me,” he said gently, scooping you up again as if you weighed nothing. “They don’t protect you the way I do.”

You hugged his neck quietly, a tiny whisper leaving your lips. “I just don’t want to feel trapped…”

That made him pause. In the quiet, even the birds seemed to still.

Then Wukong leaned his head down against yours, voice low and soft. “You’re not trapped, sweetheart. You’re loved. That’s all.”

And as he carried you back to the burrow he’d carved into the mountain for you—lined with plush carrots and soft blankets—you buried your face in his fur and didn’t say another word.

Because maybe he was right.

Maybe this was safer.

Maybe this was love.

[fragmentstar]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲

YANDERE! Slenderman x child reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, implied captivity, mild horror undertones⚠️

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🕷️ General Behavior:

Slenderman sees himself as your only true protector. In his mind, the world is dangerous, loud, unpredictable, and full of liars — unlike the controlled stillness of the woods.

He doesn’t speak, but you always feel his emotions through telepathy or an overwhelming shift in the air around him.

He genuinely believes he's doing what’s best for you, even if it means isolating you from the world completely.

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🕷️ When You Start Asking About the Outside World:

The moment you show interest in the world beyond the forest, he becomes eerily quiet — but more watchful.

He starts blocking out signals — no more glimpses of cellphones, no abandoned books with cities in them, nothing to remind you of the life beyond.

He becomes colder in his movements, wrapping his tendrils around you protectively, almost possessively.

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🕷️ When You Try to Escape:

He doesn’t react violently… not at first. Instead, he lets you think you're free — following silently behind you in the shadows.

He plants obstacles in your way: paths that loop, sudden fogs, hallucinations of danger, even dreams that confuse your sense of reality.

If he does catch you, he never scolds. He simply brings you back, quiet and cold, holding you with his tendrils like a cage.

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🕷️ Emotional Manipulation:

He floods your mind with images of families arguing, kids getting bullied, news reports of violence, or orphans suffering — showing you that the world is unsafe.

Sometimes he’ll make his forest seem warmer, safer—almost dreamlike—to make you forget what you were fighting for.

He never hurts you, but may erase your memories temporarily or manipulate your dreams to keep you mentally reliant on him.

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🕷️ If You Do Escape:

He doesn’t chase you at first. He watches.

You feel eyes on you even in crowded places. Lights flicker when you're alone. You find drawings of trees in your notebook you don’t remember sketching.

People around you start acting oddly — subtly, as if something is pushing them away from you, or making them uncomfortable.

You dream of the forest. You wake up with twigs in your bed. You hear whispers at the edge of town.

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🕷️ Long-Term Obsession:

Even if you grow up and try to live a normal life, Slenderman never forgets you.

He’s patient. Eternal. He waits for you to feel tired, broken, lonely — and then the woods call to you again.

And if you ever return…

He won’t let you leave again.

--

You were older now. Not much—just eleven—but enough to understand.

The forest was quiet tonight. The moonlight crept between the trees like silver fingers, brushing over mossy bark and long-forgotten bones. You had always known this place as home, ever since Slenderman took you in when you were small. He never spoke with words, but his silence spoke volumes—he kept you safe, he fed you, he never let anyone hurt you.

But you saw the world in stolen glimpses—through glimpses of lost hikers, scattered newspapers in abandoned cabins, glowing screens in the pockets of unlucky wanderers.

There was more than the woods. More than him.

You wanted to go to school. Make friends. Eat ice cream from a shop, not from the cold offerings he summoned from the shadows. You wanted to live.

So tonight, you stood at the edge of the woods—barefoot, clutching a small backpack you’d pieced together from old cloth and rope.

“I wanna leave,” you whispered to the dark, even though you knew he was already there, behind you.

The wind stilled. The trees quieted.

Then you felt him.

The air thickened. Long limbs moved like liquid behind you, tendrils curling with tension.

::Why.::

The word pressed into your mind, cold and stern.

“Because I want to be normal. I wanna go to school. Have a family. I don’t want to be hidden forever.”

There was a long pause. You didn’t dare turn around.

::They’ll hurt you. They always hurt. They lie, abandon, destroy.::

“That’s my choice,” you said, your voice trembling. “Even if I get hurt, it’ll be my life. Not yours.”

He didn’t like that. You felt the trees shiver as if nature itself feared his growing anger.

But then, a cold, gentle tendril rested on your shoulder.

::You are mine.::

“I don’t want to be.”

Silence.

You felt him retreat a little, like a beast being forced back into the shadows.

::...If you leave, they won’t love you like I do. They’ll forget you.::

Tears stung your eyes, but you stood firm.

“I’d rather be forgotten... than live in fear.”

The tendril slid away.

When you finally turned around… he was gone.

The woods were open.

For the first time in your life, you were free.

But somewhere in the shadows, he watched. And waited.

Because in his mind…

you would always come back.

[fragmentstar]

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙈𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮

YANDERE! Stanley pines x baby reader (PLATONIC)

⚠️WARNINGS; Yandere behavior, mild neglect of boundaries, Dark themes⚠️

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🍼 General:

When Dipper and Mabel arrive at the Mystery Shack with their baby sibling (you), Stan is immediately fixated on you.

At first, he just plays the “cool grunkle” role, doting on you like any sweet uncle would—but it slowly becomes clear he’s too obsessed.

You're always in his arms. He won’t let Dipper or Mabel hold you unless he’s forced to. He insists they’re “too careless.”

🍼 Possessiveness:

Stan doesn't trust anyone else to take care of you. Not Soos, not Wendy, not even your actual siblings.

He installs an old-fashioned baby monitor system that watches over you 24/7. Secretly, he has a whole surveillance setup hidden in his room.

If someone makes you cry, even by accident, Stan gets furious. He'll go into full "protective dad bear" mode—even if it’s just a diaper rash.

🍼 Isolation & Obsession:

He starts refusing to let Dipper and Mabel take you outside the Shack, insisting the woods are “too dangerous” for a baby.

Eventually, he subtly begins treating you as his own child instead of their sibling. He talks to you like you’re all he has in the world.

He buys baby clothes with his own logo stitched into them, acting like he’s branding you as “his.”

🍼 Manipulation:

If Mabel or Dipper try to point out that he’s being too controlling, he guilt-trips them.

“I’ve lost too much already, and I won’t lose this baby too!”

He threatens to call your parents if they ever take you outside without his permission—then never actually tells them what’s going on.

--

It was supposed to be a regular day in Gravity Falls. Dipper had packed a diaper bag. Mabel had made you a matching glitter hat. They were going to take you on your first stroll through the forest—just for a little while.

But the moment they reached for your stroller, Stan was already there.

“You think I’m gonna let you drag a baby into the woods? Where gnomes eat babies for snacks?” His voice was calm, but his knuckles were white.

Mabel tried to reason. “But Grunkle Stan, we’ll be careful—”

“No,” he snapped. “You don’t get it. I need to keep them safe.”

And just like that, he swept you up in his arms, rocking you like you were the only thing keeping his heart beating.

“They’re mine,” he muttered under his breath. “And I’m never letting go.”

[fragmentstar]

𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙨

YANDERE! Shadow Milk Cookie x Child reader (PLATONIC)

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⚠️WARNINGS: isolation/being held captive, yandere behavior (platonic), violence (implied), gaslighting, unstable parental figure.⚠️

🖤 GENERAL BEHAVIOR

Shadow Milk Cookie sees himself as your guardian angel — fallen, corrupted, but still your sole protector.

He refers to you as things like “my little crumb,” “divine blessing,” or “the only light I still serve.”

He’s convinced the world is too sinful for someone as pure as you and views keeping you hidden as an act of love, not imprisonment.

He believes he’s the only one who can raise you “right,” and anyone else would taint your innocence.

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🖤 DAILY ROUTINE

He wakes you up every morning with a gentle prayer-like chant, brushing the crumbs from your hair with gloved hands.

Your meals are strictly homemade — he won’t let you eat outside sweets in case they’re “laced with corruption.”

He teaches you how to read, pray, and wield a small (toy) shield, saying one day you’ll defend yourself “from temptation.”

He doesn’t let you out of his sight for more than a few minutes. The moment he loses track of you, his shadow explodes in a panic.

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🖤 HIS POSSESSIVENESS

Anyone who tries to speak to you — even out of kindness — is instantly viewed as a threat to your purity.

He will glare at them with glowing eyes and whisper ancient, cursed prayers that make their sugar curdle.

He believes love means sacrifice, so he would absolutely crumble another cookie if it meant “saving your soul.”

If you ever show attachment to another cookie (even just admiring them), he’ll either guilt-trip you or say, “They only want to steal you from me.”

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🖤 AFFECTION

Despite being terrifying to others, he’s weirdly soft and doting with you.

He tells you bedtime stories about knights and saints — and always rewrites the ending to include you as the one who saves the kingdom.

His hugs are shadowy, warm, and oddly safe… but you can’t escape from them unless he lets go.

He’ll whisper, “You’re my reason for still existing,” and you know he means it.

---

🖤 HIS BREAKDOWNS

If you cry or act distant, he falls into a spiral of guilt and obsession.

“Did I frighten you? Did the world poison your thoughts again?”

He'll lock the chapel doors tighter, add more shadow wards, and whisper to the void that he must "cleanse" whoever made you upset.

He’ll beg you not to leave him, even if you weren’t trying to. “Please don’t abandon me… not like the others…”

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🖤 ESCAPE SCENARIOS

If you ever try to run away, he doesn't get angry at first — he gets hurt.

When he finds you, he hugs you tightly, whispers apologies, then softly scolds you while re-binding the shadows tighter than before.

But if someone helped you escape? That cookie will not survive. The ground will split with holy shadows, and judgment will fall.

He might even say, “They made you run… it wasn’t your fault, my little one.”

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🖤 IF ANOTHER COOKIE FINDS OUT

Pure Vanilla would be horrified and try to reason with him — Shadow Milk would calmly say, “I am the shepherd. She is my lamb. Leave.”

Hollyberry would try to fight him, but he’d send her back bruised and warn her to “keep her hands off his blessing.”

If Clotted Cream tried to "negotiate custody," Shadow Milk would laugh coldly, “You think laws matter to the divine?”

ONESHOT;

--

The shadows were warm, like the embrace of a familiar blanket.

You didn’t remember how you came to live in the dark chapel deep beneath the Vanilla Kingdom’s ruins, but you knew who was always there: Shadow Milk Cookie, your “Papa.”

He said the outside world was cruel — full of sugar-crazed monsters and manipulative cookies that would eat you alive. He told you they’d hurt you, corrupt your pure dough, twist you until you weren’t you anymore.

So he kept you close.

Too close.

“Papa, can I go outside today?” you asked one morning, clinging to a torn plush cookie he had stitched for you.

Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes narrowed, dark smoke flickering around his broad shoulders. He knelt beside you, armored hands brushing your hair softly — lovingly.

“You wish to leave?” he murmured. “But… what if the light burns you? What if the sun takes you from me like it took everything else?” His voice trembled, angry — not at you, but the world.

You frowned. “But I wanna see other cookies...”

Shadow Milk Cookie’s grip tightened — not harsh, but firm. “Other cookies lie. Other cookies break promises. They’ll take you from me. I can’t let that happen.” His shadow curled protectively around you like a cloak.

“Remember what I said, sweet crumb: You’re safest here… with me.”

You had learned not to argue. The last time you did, a brave explorer cookie tried to “rescue” you — they never made it out of the chapel. Papa said they “crumbled in the light.”

Still, sometimes you whispered your dreams into your plushie’s button ear. Dreams of meadows and sugar blossoms and silly cookies who told jokes.

Papa never let you cry alone, though. When you had nightmares, he was there in seconds, holding you in his cape of shadows, whispering, “No fear will reach you while I live.”

He wasn’t evil.

He just loved you too much.