#Feedback controller

[gudamor]

Just tell her it's

[maliciousalice]

Blood on your hands.

Idea was made by @baylardo. She provided a little scribble and I messed with it.

[myeagleexpert]

The Perfect Boyfriend (PT 3)

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕

Doppleganger/Skinwalker!Yandere x YN (AFAB)Summary: Your relationship with Kain has never been one of the best, but recently it's like you've been thrown off an abyss over and over again. Oh, and there's a dog too, but he's not important. Anyway… with a storm of emotions in your mind, you end up leaving a gap that a certain creature will take advantage of. Warnings: (Toxic relationships, obsessed relationships, mental manipulation, the smell of rot, description of death, description of fear and panic, a little sentimental smut, The thing loves you - too much.) Uncertain motives. Lots of couple fights and domestic violence, but YN defends herself and fights harder, this story takes place before chapter 1, you will now see what the original Kain was like.The term 'YN' and 'you' is used several times in the fanfic for better grammatical use, my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. <3

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 < < 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍, 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖆𝖙 > >

You think you saw something under the window.

It's something - you're sure.

But it's not important enough for you to give it your full attention. Not when you're fighting with Kain right now, it's probably about some nonsense, the two of you have been fighting for so long that you don't even remember what you're fighting about and Kain is getting more and more aggressive.

"I can't believe we're fighting about this, Kain! Your mother must have thrown the baby away and created the placenta instead, because there's no way you only understand what suits you!" you say louder, running your hands over your face in an irritated way.

Today was supposed to be the perfect date. It was your and Kain's anniversary and after missing the date 4 times, he finally agreed to go today. Of course, you got ready in a happy and relieved way, who knows if it was a sign of his change? You did a great job with your makeup, your hair looked like a celebrity blowout but the most beautiful thing is your beautiful black dress. This one accentuates each of your curves in an attractive and elegant way, with shiny details in some part and The high heels, a black sitelleto perfectly match the occasion, the black and transparent tights give a stylish air to the look. A wine-colored velvet bow is in your hair, giving an air of significant femininity.

And given the special occasion, you are finally wearing a beautiful set of accessories that you ordered online! You waited so long to receive it and today you will wear it for the first time! The necklace is a beautiful ruby ​​choker with encrusted diamonds, combined exclusively with the button earrings of the same style.

Now, you can't leave the house without your black bag, huh? You chose this model yourself, padded and medium-sized, perfect for work and to use when going out. The black bag is a universal symbol of female independence, and of distrust of men. After all, a good partner should pay the bill and leave the girl at ease, right? That's what people are saying on the internet and Kain is your partner but… he's a delicate case.

You think twice before putting your wallet with cards and money in it, Kain paid the last few times but what if….... no. Don't think about it. He'll change. He promised.

Before leaving you listen to the voice in your head and put your wallet, lip gloss and documents in it.

Just in case.

And oh boy, thank God you listened.

*knock knock*

You hear him knock on your door, and as you walk down the halls, you check yourself in the mirror from head to toe and smile dreamily, happily, lightly, mentally praising yourself.

You look really beautiful today, YN

He appears at your door, smoking a cigarette while talking on his cell phone. He didn't give you a kiss. Just a look to confirm that you were in front of him and he threw the helmet in your hands, unceremoniously returning to the motorcycle.

The bike was beautiful, but dirty and Kain already smelled of cigarettes, his old jacket was stained with alcohol he had been drinking, you surreptitiously held your breath so as not to breathe in that terrible odor. Carefully, you slowly climbed on it so as not to get your dress dirty and abruptly, he started driving to what was supposed to be the romantic dinner he had promised at her favorite restaurant. Imagine the disappointment when a route was changed to a darker part of the city, but it was a small diner, a hot dog cart with a few tables around it. A slight embarrassment of being overdressed rose on your face, but you disguised it with a crooked smile as you cleaned the chair dirty with ketchup from the last person who had used the table.

“Heya, YN, you look pretty good.” he complimented you, sitting in the chair opposite yours.

“Thanks, I–”

“You don’t mind if I call a few more friends, do you? They’re nearby and I invited them to come eat with us.”

He interrupts you and confirms the call before you can say anything.

YN doesn't want to be immature, petty, or a boring little princess who doesn't want to have fun like he already said, so you just nod and mentally prepare yourself for the vision that arrives.

In less than 10 minutes, at least 6 more boys arrive… drugged… drunk… dirty with dirt and stained with oil. The group of brutes TAKES MORE CHAIRS AND TABLES around so they can all be together, the smell of sour and loud voices, words tangled with each other and insults are exchanged as a form of greeting.

Even the cook at the stall looks at this group of troublemakers with disdain, and when he realizes that you are there in the middle, he turns his head, confused, as if asking what you are doing there. And to be honest, at that moment you don't know either. The waiter quickly brings the menu to your table, which is already starting to attract the attention of other people.

"Good evening, what would you like?" the waiter says in a harsh tone, this group had caused problems before.

"Francis, old man, I'm surprised you're still here!" Kain exclaims with disdain. Last week, they unfairly involved the waiter in one of their scams, causing him to almost be fired.

"Thanks to my boss, I am, if it were up to you I would be out on the street like you good-for-nothings." he huffs irritably, grabbing his notebook

The group just laughs, as if nothing mattered, and orders drinks and hot dogs. Kain doesn't remember you, it's the waiter who stops by your side and asks in a softer voice.

"Would you like to order something now?"

"A juice with the number 2, please." You asked for the quickest thing to get out of there as quickly as possible, preferably something already prepared that they only had to heat up and you could leave.

"Of course, yours will be ready in a minute." The waiter quickly takes your order and leaves before the disgusting horde can get him in trouble again.

"Omg, YN, what a surprise you're here!" one of them exclaims, isn't that the one who hit his own mother?

"She wanted to go out today so I thought I could bring her with us." Kain doesn't let you answer, distorting the truth while laughing disgustingly with his friend next to him, the one who got out of prison last week.

Ouch.

You feel so small and dirty now, like a stunned cockroach on the floor, like a puppy that its owner conveniently takes for a walk. You don't know how, but somehow, some girls approach your table, flirting with the boys and with Kain himself. You ignore the feeling of neglect, disgust, and revolt and smile tightly, a thin line made entirely to disguise the tremendous discomfort you feel.

Sweet you, struggling to stay calm and hide your true feelings, try desperately to control your body and facial expression. Your hands remain static, despite being elegantly in your lap, and your breathing is controlled so as not to appear agitated, occasionally distracting yourself on your cell phone while you wait.

As you observe the scene in front of you, your face remains impassive, without any trace of apparent emotion. Inside, however, the storm of feelings continues to stir uncontrollably.

You want so much to leave there and cry, how could you have been so naive to believe that he would change? That today would be a special day? As if the universe was reaching out to you, the waiter soon delivered your orders, gently placing his hand on your shoulder and speaking softly in your ear.

“If you need anything else, we are at your disposal, miss”, the staff was empathetic to your situation, your discomfort visible from miles away, you were there like a pearl among swine, a little princess in a horde of stinking goblins.

Kain interpreted it as if the waiter was flirting with you, in front of him, in front of his friends and the fight went on and on, he made advances on the waiter, the boys stole some things, security was called… and finally… being the only one with documents when security arrived, you paid the bill for the boys’ losses and were forced to pay the bill for the snack as well, you angrily took your wallet out of your black bag. At that moment, you dropped your politeness and your princess pose and fought with Kain in front of everyone, calling a nearby motorcycle taxi to take you home.

You don't want to see Kain's face now.

You might break up today.

That's it.

That's it.

You're fed up.

You furiously take the bow out of your hair and throw it somewhere in the house as soon as you get home, your expensive high heels being thrown to some corner of the couch while you control your breathing, tears of frustration threatening to roll down your face but for all the self-respect you have left, you won't cry for him today. Your boyfriend, Kain, arrives a few minutes later, banging on the door incessantly as if he wanted to break it down.

And on the one hand, you were already pissed at him, but on the other… if he came all the way here… it means he cares, right? You open the door with expectation, only for them to be destroyed once again.

"Are you stupid or what?" he shouts, entering the house with all his steps stomping loudly in his muddy sneakers as if he were the owner of the house, and takes a big swig from his cheap beer can.

"What…?" You feel confused, is this son of a bitch blaming you?

“I know.”

He throws the beer can on the floor when it's finished and marches towards you with arguments and points, blaming you for hitting on the waiter, for embarrassing him in front of his friends, for calling the security guard and for a million other facts that he created in his head.

It's never Kain's fault. It's the waiter's fault, the friend's fault, the police officer's fault, YOUR fault, but never his.

It seems like a joke.

A cruel joke in a circus that you didn't pay to enter.

But you paid, YN, you entered the circus and kissed the clown, now who's being made fun of?

"Kain, that's not how it happened." You confront him firmly on your position.

"Oh no? And that other time when you—”

And whenever he’s losing an argument, he brings up memories from the past to justify the nonsense of the present, like how he loves you so much that he picked you up from the hospital, how your father cheated on your mother, how his father is working a lot, that he helped you move….. it has nothing to do with today’s event, with today’s argument, but he wants to win this argument no matter what.

The argument doesn’t make sense, but it escalates quickly, it’s like airing dirty laundry, and you decide that if you’re going to throw shit in the fan, you’re going to throw it. Tonight’s already terrible, let’s end it on a high note.

The best cure for a crazy person is someone crazier than him. My mother used to say that…. let’s see for real?

Fuck this thing.

“Kain, do you practice at home to talk so much shit, or is everything that comes out of your mouth improvised?” you gesture sarcastically, the words cutting more than a knife, like an acid that bubbles with the amount of anger inside you.

Snowball, the female cat you adopted a few weeks ago silently approaches the room where you are, crawling elegantly and meowing in retaliation to your boyfriend. The more upset your boyfriend gets, the more annoyed Snowball seems.

The cat, despite being a cute kitten, didn't win Kain's favor. He complains about the white fur getting on his clothes, about all the unnecessary expenses you're spending on a stinky kitten, and mainly, how now that this cat has arrived, you only have attention for her. Which is obviously a lie, he just wants something to fight about and blame you for. The kitten is affectionate with you, always being close and purring in your hands, maybe that's why she's a little… protective of you? Sweet YN, so kind to her. Snowball is at the door now, her tail slowly wagging from side to side in a clear sign of agitation, her meows becoming louder as if she wanted to defend you.

The couple's shouting, with the TV playing loudly in the background, and the incessant meowing of a cat is chaos, an irritation that grows more and more. At some point, Kain gets really angry and approaches YN aggressively, stomping his feet hard and raising his hands. It is exactly at this moment that Snowball uses her incredible feline speed and scratches his feet, the kitten's soft white fur standing up while her pupils turn into two little holes.

There is something under your window, and the thing wipes its bloody mouth and does its best to stay still, observing the situation.

And most importantly… the thing sees you.

"See? Even a cat understands that you're overstepping your bounds! Enough, Kain, there's no way you're that upset!" You huff loudly as you walk away from the man, you don't know what's worse, the yelling or the teasing of the kitten.

Kain turns around, now focusing his attention on Bola de Neve. He scoffs at the kitten and scowls at you.

"Oh, shut that thing up. If you can't keep it quiet, you shouldn't have gotten it. You know cats annoy the hell outta me."

Oh, this is the final straw for you. Not only did he ruin a perfect date, but now he wants to rule your house as if it were his? Oh no. All the women inside you roar in unison, ordering in your heart that you should not stay silent and lower your head.

"Oh? Excuse me? This is MY HOUSE! If you're bothered, go to YOUR HOUSE! Because in mine, MY kitten can even sing if she wants to," you proclaim louder than him, disgusted with the situation while gesturing to the house.

Kain turns to you, his face red and his expression darkening even more.

"I'm your boyfriend, I have every right to be here!" he snaps back, getting even closer to you. Snowball doesn't like this at all, approaching you and climbing onto the nearest couch, meowing and hissing again louder than before.

You swallow your fear and apprehension and head towards the door, crossing the room while maintaining eye contact with the man. "You have the fucking right to be here, the door is open for you to go vomit and talk your nonsense outside. In my house, I'm the boss, big head."

Kain turns to yell at the cat again, annoyed and frustrated, he imitates the meow more loudly and in a childish way. He's clearly losing his temper.

"Will you shut that thing up! It's making my damn head hurt, I'll throw it outside myself if I have to! What an annoying noise! ​​I'm leaving if you keep this up!"

Oh, does the asshole want a formal invitation?

"Oh, do you want me to do the honors?" In a sarcastic tone you answered him, taking Snowball in your arms and protecting her as if she were your own kitten, placing her in her cat tower, a safe haven for now. There's a high chance that Kain will get really angry and go after the cat, but even so you hold the cat tighter against your chest and stomp on the floor.

Big man, head of a childish boy.

Enough of bowing my head to him hoping that everything will be better the next day.

Kain glares at you, furious and frustrated. He's not expecting you to actually kick him out, especially considering his current state, the idiot was already drinking before your date, the smell of cheap alcohol on him is unbearable.

"Are you serious right now?! You'd really kick me out over a cat?!" he yells, standing up and walking towards you, getting in your face.

"You're the one who's bothered by the cat, and you know the saying: those who are bothered should leave!" You cross your arms and continue even more determined "Either you leave and save the rest of your dignity or you spend the night here in silence."

Kain looks like a mad man with rage now, are you choosing the cat and not him? Do you dare to turn against him? Your boyfriend?

He approaches you again with strong and threatening steps, crossing the room again until he's close to you, next to a beautiful decorated bookcase. As a reflex of revolt, you tie your hair in a bun and approach him with the same intensity. A sign that the fight is far from over.

“You’re being too-!”

“Listen here, you-!” you gesture with your hands as you speak

The creature thinks that you look terribly big now, taking up more and more space as if, like any animal, you were showing your dominance in the territory. With increasingly larger and more offensive gestures, your voice increasingly loud and cold, arguments mixing with emotions, the situation is escalating very quickly. And the most interesting thing….

There is not a single drop of fear in you.

Creatures of his kind can feed on people’s fear and anguish too, but he doesn’t smell that in you… he smells that in your scoundrel boyfriend, who tries to disguise his weak points when he raises a threatening hand at you, shouting in a deep voice that imposes dominance.

“Shut your mouth!”

You glare at him defiantly and grab the first thing closest to you: a sharp sculpture, a decorative gift from your mother that you've never found useful, well, until now.

"Shut you up!" You hold the sculpture at the same height as his raised hand, raising your voice so it echoes through the house.

He looks at you, his face red with anger and his breathing fast. Kain never thought you'd threaten him back, defend yourself, but knowing you, he knows that the likelihood of you attacking him is as high as him attacking you now. Given this, and his weak state, Kain curses in a low tone and slowly lowers his hands.

You take a deep breath and pray that your own voice doesn't shake and slowly lower the sharp sculpture, but holding it tightly in your hands in case he changes his mind.

"Respect me. And if you really have feelings for me, you'll get out of my house right now and leave me alone!" You growl in an authoritative tone, leaving no room for suggestion as you slowly walk towards him, circling him like a predator while pointing the sculpture directly at him.

Your eyes are like flames of fire, with hatred and anger escaping from them as you focus exclusively on the man in front of you.

Today was perhaps the moment of greatest mental clarity of your life, and Kain hates every minute of his girlfriend's insubordination, as if he had seen the size of the iceberg for the first time, and not the small cubes or ice shavings that subtly melted with the heat of kisses or weak threats.

This little thing thinks she can threaten me? Shout back?

"YN, you're overreacting!! You're going to regret this!" The cornered man slowly makes his way to the door, frustrated and with a bruised ego. Kain keeps his eyes wide as he watches your domineering figure, but out of pride he still wants to have the last word to tell his friends.

"Enough!" You hold up a hand signaling him to shut up, and he does so immediately. "Don't make me repeat myself. Get out. Now!" You open the door abruptly, knocking over a portrait that was behind it as you breathe heavily through your nostrils, like a bull preparing for combat.

Kain glares at you, his anger fading slightly as he realizes he's not gonna win this one. He knows you're being serious, and doesn't have a choice. He sighs loudly and turns around to grab his stuff.

"Fine then! I'm leaving! But don't come begging for me to come back when you decide to ditch the damn cat…" He grabs his things and still grumbling curses. He gets to the front door and looks back at you one last time. He's still grumpy and annoyed, but defeated.

"I'll call you when I get home."

“Sure.” You say with a forced smile, the words coming out between clenched teeth.

The thing remembers that most species show their teeth as a sign of aggression, and it wonders if one more step in the wrong direction and you would open your jaw and furiously bite your boyfriend’s throat until it bled?

No.

When Kaim approaches, you allow him to kiss you on the mouth, albeit angrily, and say goodbye. He gets on the motorcycle and then exits the house, without looking back while you stand at the door, waiting for him to leave. Acting silently as a sentinel of your own house, your straight posture and raised chin indicate that you remain firm in your position. The sound of a motorcycle starts up and then fades away in the distance. It's finally quiet again.

The creature thinks humans are complicated.

If a miserable dog dared to even attack its owner, the owner would hand it over to a kennel or the streets, returning the hatred a thousand times over.

But if a human attacks another….

A human will be a thousand times more merciful with their own kind, they will apologize and make amends for the aggression, they will blame the drink, the drugs, the stressful day but they will never blame the other, they will never admit their own mistake.

Through a hidden bush the creature sees you enter the house and close the door and before you can walk with strong steps to the other side of the house… Snowball, the kitten, meows sweetly at you. It is as if the big and strong independent woman melts at the sight of a worried kitten, disarming herself of the armor she used in the argument earlier. You pick her up in your arms and take her to the sofa in the living room, where you put on a romantic movie to watch, something that internally you wished to live, something to distract from this moment.

Snowball purrs against your chest, raising her head subtly to lick the tears that roll down YN's face, staining the makeup she had done so excellently in doing. Stubborn, frustrated, angry, tears roll down her face insistently while YN holds herself back from crying, but poor thing, her lip trembles slightly as the kitten does what she can to bring some comfort to her owner.

*crash*

At that moment a loud noise is heard, the dramatic scene is interrupted by the trash can falling and YN remembers that she had actually heard something. YN quickly gets up and goes to check what it could be. Some raccoons were rummaging through the house's trash can looking for food, accidentally causing the can to fall on the creature's tail, scaring and hurting it, quickly pulling its tail off and attacking its attackers.

What YN sees, however, is a large black dog going after the raccoons that were rummaging through her trash can. Maybe out of hunger, maybe for something else, but before YN can grab a broom and chase the raccoons away, the large dog does so, and then their eyes meet.

YN looks at the dog, he is a great mass of black fur with long legs and sharp teeth. He is bigger than any dog ​​she has ever seen, his bark is too loud, his fur makes it easy for him to stay in the shadows but his eyes…..two crimson balls reflecting the light from the window in a bright red. The poor thing immediately shut up when he noticed YIN's presence, and sweet YN, thought he was fighting over food with the raccoons.

YN saw him.

Even after such a stormy night, she gently closes the window as if nothing had happened and goes to the kitchen, calling Snowball to come with her.

For a dog that size, he must eat a lot……

YN grabs some leftovers from her lunch, along with some dog food that she had saved for when she would go for a walk in the park and feed some stray dogs, she grabs some eggs, and a few other things that might please the canine palate and puts them in a bowl, filling a small bowl with water to give to the unknown beast as well.

The girl turns on the light in front of the house, and holds her breath in case the dog gets aggressive, keeping the door closed and Snowball inside the house.

“Hey, I can see you,” she says in a sweet tone to call the big dog from hiding in the bushes. She wasn't supposed to see him.Why can she see him?

“Come here boy, I have something for you.” She makes a sound to call the canine, placing the portions of food and water near the window and the bush.

“Come here boy,” she calls again.

The dogs she feeds at the park usually wag their tails when they see YN approaching, let her run her hand through their fur and come quickly when they are called.

But not this one.

The creature wasn't expecting this tonight, having quickly put on his dog skin before leaving, but it's undeniable: He's hungry. And you're offering him a feast. It would be stupid to refuse. So, slowly, he starts to emerge from the bush, his head and snout coming out first and his body reluctantly following. He's incredibly suspicious of YN, not taking his eyes off the human for a minute, which makes her back away too, in her head, giving the creature space to feel comfortable.

“Very well, now I’m going, okay?” Before she can turn around, the dog changes course and begins to walk slowly towards YN, ears and tail pricked, his gaze fixed on the human.

In the blink of an eye he's in front of her, in an alert position. YN has been in this situation before, so like any other dog, she gently extends her hand so he can sniff and get to know her.

"Oh...hello boy."

The skinwalker sniffs YN's hand, her scent enveloping his senses and immediately making him relax, it was a unique scent, he had never felt this sensation before and hesitantly he licks the back of YN's hand…

Mmm… delicious.

YN takes it as a sign that he is friendly and runs her hand over his head, petting him and showing him where the food is.

"Very good buddy, there's your food, see. See you later."

The creature's fur is dry and hard, like that of a stuffed animal and YN doesn't look into the animal's eyes, not wanting to cause more problems for the stranger. Oh, if she had looked into its eyes she would know that what she had touched was not just any animal, she should never have fed it, she should never have given it a break.

After all,

If you feed a dog, it will come back.

And it wasn't just any dog.

The following days are marked by a strange sensation in YN, a feeling of alertness and unease. Every time she leaves the house for work, she feels a strong sense that something is wrong, and there really is something very wrong around her. A shadow. The shadow lingers, faint and cold, a veil across the surface, untold. Whispers soft, a chilling breeze, Upon the wall, an enigma it weaves.

At dawn, the girl finds peace, a calm knowing that the great Sun would bring her a slight feeling of security and warmth and finally, the feeling of seeing things the way they are. The danger is returning alone at night, YN. What lies beneath, concealed by the veil, A wind that blows but will never fail. A heartbeat, a gentle sigh, A secret that will never die.

She quickens her pace, taking longer and faster steps as she looks anxiously around corners, praying hard that the Sun will be merciful enough to allow her to get home in time to lock all the doors and windows and finally relax, ignoring the persistent shadows she sees in the corner of her eye and the sound of howls in the middle of the night. But unfortunately, today is one of the days when the Sun has been generous with the Moon, allowing it to shine earlier than it did for all of humanity, but the poor human is very anxious, hearing things and seeing things that according to her are just products of her imagination. It's well known, the shadow does reside, but only revealed when looking inside. A ghost that hides and persists. A mystery that the soul can't resist.

After days of feeling followed and watched, YN finally accepts the ride her boss offers her, making her arrive home early and and decided to extend a helping hand to the young woman in the city that YN didn't know. The experienced woman had noticed that YN was in a constant state of anxiety to return home and that something was not right.

Home is everyone's safe place, why wouldn't YN want to go back?

“Hey Snowball, did you miss me?” YN pets the cat as soon as she arrives home, the kitten purring as she leans in with her affections.

“Did you catch any mice today?” The girl does not expect answers from a cat, and quickly checks the house for any body or evidence.

It can't be just ONE mouse.

A few days ago, YN saw some mice in the house. There had never been any mice there before, but the girl assumes that things like this happen in the new house. The mice are fast, too fast for YN to hit them with the broom and too fast for Snowball to catch them. They are like shadows, being recognized only by the rotten smell and the noise they make when they move from one place to another, a heavy noise for something so small. But strangely, they never go after food. YN checks the food, the bathroom, the fridge, the yard every day… but there is no proof that they have been there.

But it is better to have rats than Kain, isn't it? It was Kain's habit to disappear for a while and then appear as if nothing had happened, never remorseful, never guilty. He wasn't always this infinite well of idiocy, he was kind and loving in the beginning but as the relationship progressed things went downhill. Like a tick that starts innocently grabbing an animal's fur, and it doesn't hurt at first, but as time goes by the tick digs its claws and teeth into the host's skin, sucking the soul and blood, weakening the host and leaving the host at its mercy.

As much as the tick hurts, it will be even more painful to remove, like a stubborn person who would rather keep the knife embedded in the wound than remove it and risk losing blood. The boy didn't say much these days, just a few lame excuses while YN cut the conversation short and ignored him. It's better this way. She is still writing the script for how she will end the relationship. Even though he is a stupid asshole, what guarantees that he won't come and demand satisfaction later? That he will send one of his idiot friends to take care of you?

Hmm… better memorize the police number here… get the neighbor's number… better be prepared in case something happens…

“…hey.”

A voice calls her from the other side of the house, in the backyard.

But YN is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't recognize the tone of the voice, lost in the loud music from her headphones. But she still goes to the backyard to open the door, not realizing that Snowball's fur is bristling and scared, but when she opens the door she finds only…

“Oh, hey boy. Its you!” You find the black dog from a few days ago sitting elegantly on the grass, attentively awaiting your presence.

“You're early today, huh?” The sun is still setting today, illuminating some children in orange tones while they are still playing outside.

Maybe one of them called out to a friend and you heard, thinking you were being called.

“I’ll get your food and I’ll be right back, okay?”

The big dark ball has been fed every now and then in the last few days, always after the young woman gets home from work. The dog seemed to guess and emerge from the shadows when he noticed YN’s presence in the house. YN and her huge heart already set aside something for him, buying more food and treats for him at the market. She has enough to feed him and bring him water, but not enough to open the door and adopt him. It’s as if Yn had wisely created a wall between the two of them, establishing a limit that she felt was necessary.

In the kitchen, the music is still playing loudly in her ears, a lively rhythm to chase away bad thoughts while the young woman prepares an old bowl for the dog’s dinner and another for his water. She quickly pauses the wireless headphones, poking her finger a few more times when the sound doesn't pause.

At these times, YN likes to be on alert to attend to the dogs, even when feeding other stray dogs, there's something particular about this one that makes her feel… agitated, as if she were playing with the flames of a candle and seeing how far it really gets burned. Or in this case, bitten.

“Hey buddy, here's dinner.” Yn announces the entrance while the dog is sitting exactly in the same place, with a confused look but accustomed to this routine of the last few days the girl puts the bowls under the window in a clean area.

“Come. You can eat now.” and so he does, walking over to the place and eating from the bowl, his big tail wagging slightly as he savors each bite, his tense muscles relaxing as the feast is served.

He must have been domesticated and when he got too big they pushed him out onto the street, because how is he so… obedient?

This is usually where the story ends.

She feeds him and goes back home.

But this time, the creature notices when YN is about to walk away and growls slightly, making her become confused and stop.

What? What did I do?

The black dog approaches and imitates the behavior he has seen other dogs doing, wagging his tail while staring at YN with pleading eyes and lowered ears, relaxing some muscles in his face so that he appears more friendly.

“Oh, you want some affection, is that it?” YN hesitantly brings her hand gently to the dog’s head, preparing to immediately pull it away in case the canine decides to bite at the last minute.

But the bite never comes.

He would never in his right mind hurt you.

He closes his eyes as he welcomes the touch, his hand noticing how much softer and longer his black fur is now, his tail wagging much faster now showing how good he is feeling, sweeping some autumn leaves away as YN pets him more willingly and freely, more comfortable with the idea that he won't bite her hand.

"So you're not aggressive, huh? Do you like it?" she continues to caress the creature tenderly, two hands to stroke his fur all over as he lets out small grunts of joy.

He feels more playful now, his tail wagging as he sinks deeper and deeper into the girl's touch, closing his eyes contentedly. But when he opens his eyes to observe her more closely, to delight in her beautiful and majestic face, to take the chance to study a face so beautiful that it would make the most miserable of men a king, and the richest of men a mere pauper in search of attention, imagine his surprise when he sees that the girl was also studying him. YN takes the chance to see the vulnerable canine and looks for wounds and scars, or indicators of what kind of dog it is, some collar or ship that identifies it, but is surprised by what she finds: beautiful blue eyes.

What beautiful blue eyes, did they turn red because of the light at night? This happens with the reflection sometimes, I saw photos about it.

But Yn avoids looking directly into his eyes for too long, she feels something strange… they look with such precision and intelligence that YN has never seen a dog have, eyes almost human, almost emotional, almost… something. Almost as if she asked him something, he would answer.

But that's not important now, not when he precisely closes his eyes again as he moves closer to her body, wanting more of the warmth and affection that only the girl can give him.

It's a beautiful and tender moment, which makes YN forget the enigmatic problems that are on the other side of the door. But she is remembered when the sun sets completely, leaving her alone in the darkness. Little by little, in affectionate but anxious acts, she moves away from the dog.

"I have to go now, go eat, boy. Good night." In a sweet voice, she reluctantly says goodbye to her canine friend, it was good that he showed this more affectionate side of him.

"Boy" because he is not something dear to her yet.

"Boy" because to YN he was just a street dog.

"Boy" because he is not allowed to enter the house.

Understanding that she wanted to enter the house, he slowly moves away, allowing the girl freedom to walk to the door while he remains standing in the same place. The darkness of the night quickly becomes present and more terrifying because when she left the sun was shining outside, but now in the house and in the yard, there are no lights on. As she is about to reach for the doorknob, she hears something that makes her freeze.

“…thank you.”

It was a voice so impossibly clear and deep that it could not have been from her headphones, since they were turned off. It was a voice that spoke inside her head, making each letter reverberate with intensity in every nerve and muscle. A spectral and disturbing voice. Her heart immediately froze and a deep fear took hold of her, words of gratitude that were supposed to make her feel good, now it was as if something primordial had awakened. From the corner of her eye, she slowly notices that the dog is in the same place, looking at her with his head tilted, almost cute, if it weren't for his eyes shining with a light that shouldn't be there.

YN comes out of her trance dizzily and quickly and enters the house, closing and locking the door safely while turning on the doors of the house, all of them while recovering the strength in her legs and breathing unevenly.

Perhaps, if she had looked back one more time, she would have seen the creature moving away and merging with the shadows of the yard in a surreal way, like a shadow merging with the darkness of the night.

Oh, what a terrifying soul to have around….

Oh, what a tormented and dangerous creature….

No one taught him to be this creature, he has never seen another of his kind either, but perhaps he has not always been this way. He does not remember exactly what he was, what he once was in existence. He does have a conscience, portraits of memories and abstract concepts, but for the most part he is "an almost animal thing".

He was once human, an original form that he has not used for decades and perhaps he has even forgotten what he once was, after so many masks and disguises it is difficult to know what is true, merging with more animalistic perceptions over time.

Repeating a primitive cycle, eating, sleeping and hunting when he is hungry, exchanging the rotting skin for another.

But for the first time, he did not want to be a "thing", he wanted to be "someone".

Because he is "someone" who can be by her side.

He envied humans in a way, for being able to gather around a campfire and have a normal life. Every animal returns to its den at dusk, or leaves it to hunt, but this creature has no place to call a "den" or "home" as humans call it. He hides in caves or any available corner to spend the night, avoiding sunlight so that people do not see the flaws in his disguise.

For the first time in the creature's entire life, he felt that the path from his "den" led to you.

You are his home.

And if he could be a dog at your feet, this would be it. You yourself could choose a collar and chain especially for him.

Chain him up.

Put a collar with his name on it, identify him as something of yours.

Put your name and number on the collar, so that everyone knows he belongs to you.

It's already decided. It's you he wants. No one else.

Now he understands the story of Kain and Abel, he too would kill to receive such a divine blessing.

As he crawls through the darkness he thinks of strategic plans to get into your house. Maybe he has to get rid of that white cat, he wouldn't share your precious attention with him. Maybe he has to create more rats and kill them in front of you, performing a play in which he comes out as the hero and you are so grateful that you let him into the house. Or maybe…

Maybe he has to get rid of your disgusting scoundrel of a boyfriend, steal his skin and throw him into the darkness. Because who else would YN forgive for acting strange? The creature doesn't know how to be a functional human… he can still make some mistakes while living with you, learn from other humans and from movies, who knows?

A creature of his kind needs to kill to steal a skin, eat to take the place of another. A macabre laugh echoes from the dog's mouth, malicious satisfaction as he makes the plan in his head, steps idealized in his evil mind.

In a single night, he will visit the scoundrel Kain and a powerful shaman, the night is young and his plans are ambitious, a lot to plan and plan. Oh, how good it is to have the malicious mind of humans, capable of planning things as simple as a hunt or something as grand as a coup.

Now tell me, sweet YN, did you lock your bedroom door?

Are you sure?

So what is that behind you?

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[nenoname]

stanchurian candidate and stan's inferiority complex+needing external validation more than anything, i'll never hate you

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[maerossi]

i know we love singing the praises of public libraries here, but also you should ask your local librarian if there's a maximum cap on late fees, and whether they send patrons' unpaid late fees to debt collection agencies. If the answers to those questions are weird and bad, you should write an email to or call the library director and tell them that, as a tax-paying local resident and patron, you would like your library's late-fee policy to become more patron-friendly and considerate of the most vulnerable members in your community

[crab-people-overlord]

South Park RPG

ok SO this is super nerdy and super cringy BUT I'm so curious what your opinions are on this.

imagine you have endless resources to help create the most badass SP RPG game (I'm not talking snow day level, which in my own opinion was a major let down compared to TSoT and TFbW. not saying it had its own highlights or that it can't be a thing on its own; I just think it was marketed wrong. it's more on the level of phone destroyer and not nearly the quality of the other rpg's, and I think we can all agree on that at least).

say matt and trey wanted to end this decade with a badass third installment to their RPG SP lineup; the kind that makes SoT and FbW look like beta tests... what would you want to see in it?? the sky's the limit, and specs in technology aren't a limit. what would you want to see?

personally, i would love to see a multiverse type thing (and yes, they would make fun of themselves for doing this by breaking the fourth wall constantly like kyle saying multiverses are stupid like in the panderverse), following along the lines of a game like Baldur's Gate 3 meets Witcher 3 meets just normal SP dark humor where it's pretty D&D based, but with a SP twist.

like, they can start out kinda like the boys in stranger things where they're just playing a game of D&D. and they can have varying specs, but my thinking is (these are all based on level 8 in D&D, and yes, they all multiclass because they're all dramatic as hell): 1. Cartman- he would TELL everyone he's the grand wizard king, but in reality, he spends more effort manipulating others than actually studying actual magic to... do real magic lmao. like, he CAN do real magic, but only rarely. so in D&D I see him multiclassing as a rogue (5) and barbarian (3), which align well with all his skills in all the games including phone destroyer where he primarily plays as a tank, with decent but not great offense, fantastic health, and pretty much no ability to help out teammates with healing. so he's not actually a wizard, though he still claims he is, and also at the most random times displays actual magic (oftentimes when those around him are in utter chaos, which he thrives on).

proficiencies: deception, intimidation, persuasion, insight, sleight of hand, performance.

2. Kyle - given his high elf background, I think he'd actually be a wizard (5) as well as a cleric (3) given all his healing/rallying powers in previous games. this would be hilarious with cartman claiming he's the 'grand wizard' when kyle is literally a wizard - obviously with lots of fire powers (he's got that ginger/new jersey rage). and in my mind, he has a lot of pressure from his family in fulfilling his royal duties while at the same time being utterly sick of the traditions and just wanting to fucking actually make meaningful change in society. and he just is naturally good at fire spells. also, him being an elf while all the others are humans gives cartman all the more reason to rip on him. just like in the other games, he's lower on health but fantastic with healing and rallying the group, and while he doesn't have the best health, he can also deal an incredible amount of damage from afar.

proficencies: arcana, history, persuasion, insight, religion, medicine..

3. Stan canonically is a ranger (5), but his multiclass in my headcanon is bard (3). the ranger comes first out of necessity - he learns hunting from his uncle, etc, and he loves nature and animals but hates killing animals. he learns to play the lyre, which helps to calm down his tendency towards nihilism, hence the bard. also, ranger is lowkey my fave and perhaps underrated class to play in bg3 cuz I can call on my wolf in battle, and stan has sparky (who is totally half wolf, as stan explains in S1). he later learns that music helps dispel the darkness he sees in the world, hence his draw towards bard. like in the other games, he serves as a fairly well-rounded soilder, with decent health and damage up close and also an ability to heal- but you have to know how to use him strategically like with his Sparky companion to get the best out of him.

proficencies: animal handling, survival, athletics, nature, perception, performance.

4. Kenny I think would be Monk (5), Warlock (3). these are particularly for his main character without alter egos as Kenny, though his Mysterion and princess kenny roles would absolutely play a role - Mysterion more in the multiverse and when he's trying to make sense of why he can't die, and princess kenny when he needs to use charisma with those of higher social backgrounds. he obviously is trying to figure out why he can't die, and obvs the cult of Cthulu would have to make a comeback in the story. like other games, he has fantastic damage up close, and if the player knows how to play strategically, the best special powers of all come when he's dead (but the player has to be smart enough to know how to use those to their advantage).

proficiencies: stealth, acrobatics, insight, deception, sleight of hand, survival.

anyways, in my mind, they start out on silly quests with these stats, but eventually the game shifts unexpectedly from d&d/baulders gate style to a more multiverse twist where the other boys' personas are introduced (like superheroes, the other personas in phone destroyer, etc). there would be a cool three-act story surrounding it, and of course New Kid would make a comeback (and probably be the one who can control the multiverse like they can time. maybe the stick of truth has something to do with it). new kid would also partner with prof chaos as heavily foreshadowed in the end of tFbW (I have my own ideas as well for professor chaos lol)

this would just be at the beginning of the game as i have so many ideas i've been poring into a future project, but my mind immediately goes to game ideas first rather than story ideas, so I have to try to get them more into that storytelling fic area instead. i'd love to hear what you would like to see in another RPG.

[villainintern]

BTW my inactivity this week is bc I'm on Arcane hiatus 😅

once the season's fully out my life resumes. u guys get it. you get me

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[magnificentmicrowave]

i do not think that i could stop them .

[t4tstarvingdog]

always have six shots of espresso at 10p.m. you will surely not regret 6 espresso shots at ten pm

[myeagleexpert]

The Perfect Boyfriend ( Pt 4 )

𝕺𝖍, 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖟𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊, 𝕴'𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕴'𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙, 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍, 𝕴'𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴'𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙, '𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

Doppleganger/Skinwalker!Yandere x YN (AFAB)Summary: 3 times when you think there's something strange with your boyfriend, and the 1st fatal time when you're sure. Warnings: (Toxic relationships, obsessed relationships, mental manipulation, the smell of rot, description of death, description of fear and panic, a little sentimental smut, The thing loves you - too much.) Uncertain motives. He tries to keep you trapped. Some character will threaten to die, gore and yes, there's cannibalism in this part. Long fic (12 pages +-) Author's Notes: Final episode, this is what happens after episode 2, thank you to everyone who was part of this journey, I'll still receive some asks about Kain but the official episodes stop here.

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 < < 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 > >

There's something following you.

But this time, you know who it is.

YN's steps slowly slow down, taking longer to pass her right foot over her left foot while a smug smile of someone who knows all the enemy's cards takes over her face.

"Oh my God! I think my shoelace came untied, I'm going to have to bend down to fix it." Yn hums like someone playing with a child, bending down to pretend that the slippers that didn't even have shoelaces were untied, all while trying to contain her laughter.

Meanwhile, the dog's shadow is clearly seen in the alley where YN bent down. Even though he walked skillfully enough to camouflage himself and blend in with the shadows, he still let his ears be caught in the corner of her eye or his long tail that didn't completely hide. Maybe he was doing a bad job of chasing his beloved prey, or maybe he wanted to be noticed without being so obvious.

As the dog slowly approaches, lowering himself to the ground and preparing to jump on top of YN, she turns around, surprising him.

“Ha! I saw you! I got you!” she says excitedly as she also jumps towards the dog who happily runs into YN’s arms. YN pets him with affection and love, stroking his long fur that, now that he is under her constant care, is softer and less tangled, and he smells good, due to the products she uses on him.

“What are you doing here, huh, boy?” she asks, laughing happily as she moves her head so that the dog doesn’t lick her lips directly.

Protecting you, of course.

As expected, the creature doesn’t respond, only wagging its tail as wild as a hurricane as it seeks more of the human warmth that YN provides.

“Well, since I have a private escort, what do you think about going home now? Do you want to go with me, boy?” When he got up, YN stroked him between the ears and looked him straight in the eyes while humming in a baby voice. The creature was delighted and understood the message, only getting up from the position as well, standing side by side with the girl.

Where would I go, if not by your side?

The game of hide and seek continued for a while, and after weeks he found it extremely boring and painful to always be one door away from his prey. So he started following YN every day from home to work, from work to the flower shop. During the times she went out to walk and feed stray dogs, the creature couldn’t stand those flea-bitten creatures near her, so he would simply jump on him, barking loudly and growling menacingly to make them go away.

This has led to some poor dogs running around with their tails between their legs, the bravest of them being dealt with in the middle of the night while the lady is asleep and cannot scold him for acting like a “bad dog”, but if he is not a real dog, he does not care about that. As long as he tears apart the rivals and potential thieves of his affection, he will sleep contentedly at night. He follows her like a dog to its loyal owner, like an invisible leash that binds them as they stroll through the city, the streets full of people and full of different smells but he remains on the trail of her irresistible aroma. As she passes Mr. Thomas’s flower shop she waves excitedly to the old man who is watering some plants.

Yn finds it strange how this strange dog appeared in her life out of nowhere and never left, how he seemed to have intelligence when she gave him commands, how… dead animals started appearing on her doorstep. And she does not want to find out where they come from… but there is a strange sense of satisfaction in the dog's eyes when she asks in a hesitant voice while cleaning up the mess:

"…. was that you?"

The tail wagging happily, the almost human look in his eyes, and the ears raised should be clear enough answers for the girl. But she refuses to believe that the good boy she feeds every now and then is capable of such an atrocity.

Yn's house is not far from work, enough to walk there and enjoy the last rays of sunlight, bathing in the golden light of the sunset. When she arrives, goes to enter the door and stomps her feet to shake off the dust, YN doesn't notice how Snowball is not there to greet her like he always does, the kitten is hiding on top of the closet and how her fur is already bristling as she makes eye contact with the strange dog on the other side of the door.

He is not allowed in, not yet.

And in her few months of life, the kitten knows that there is something wrong with that thing.

YN has been having some memory blackouts, like someone who goes to the fridge and forgets what they were going to do there. Like someone who automatically throws the spoon in the trash and the wrapper in the sink… and always with Kain. It has been happening quite frequently, and her oh-so-careful boyfriend points out that it could be the girl's tiredness, from sleepless nights because of the breakup, from daily stresses, but that everything is okay! Because he is here to take all her worries off her mind so she can tell him everything, after all, who knows her better than him?

That's why they are here and now, as a suggestion to relax and rest her mind. YN doesn't remember exactly how she chose her outfit, how she drove here, or how she is already on the third spin of the Ferris wheel, but she is with Kain and… that's what matters, right?

The amusement park was a mix of bright colors and festive smells, and there was Yn with her arm linked to Kain, the perfect boyfriend. After a very painful breakup, it seems that they are back together, and how happy they are! She is dressed in a white shirt and jeans and he coincidentally is dressed the same as her. Kain feeds her small pieces of cotton candy that he bought earlier since the beautiful little princess is holding one of the big bears that her boyfriend won for her in one of the festival games.

"Do you like cotton candy?" he asked in a sweet tone as he took a small piece of cotton candy and brought it to Yn's delicious mouth.

"I do, don't you?" she asked as the cotton candy melted in her mouth bringing a wave of sweetness and nostalgic sensation.

The creature who had never tasted such strange food, strange shape and strange sweetness before looked confused at the large cotton candy in his hand. By a carnal impulse, he had a brilliant idea to experience the sensation of the sweet taste.

In a quick moment Kain captured YN's sweet lips and voraciously invaded her mouth with his tongue, feeling the sweet taste of cotton candy and the euphoric sweetness that was his precious beloved. The man took a hand to hold and caress YN's delicate face, holding her so devotedly as if he had a precious work of art in his arms, which, in his blue eyes, it was.

All the sounds of the park seemed silent when he heard Kain's breathing, the smells could not compare to the perfume of his beloved, all that euphoria and adrenaline of roller coasters and bumper cars being replaced by an adrenaline that was even more addictive and irresistible.

"I like you." he said as he licked his lips, reluctantly pulling away.

"I…ar…" Yn's mouth was speechless with his cunning, but she didn't need words when Kain stole another intense kiss from her lips.

And another…. And another one….. Because it seems like it’s never enough….

After a while, they left the benches with their faces red and with a desire still inside them, pumping blood to each sensitive region, and so distracted by each other’s presence that they don’t notice when a young man accidentally hits Kain, knocking a can of alcohol on the floor.

“Watch where you’re going! You jerk!” - the young man didn’t finish the sentence, his pale face contorting in pain and confusion, and sobriety entering his body quickly and instinctively - “W-wait… you-and”

“Oh, sorry Peter. We didn’t see you there.” YN apologizes for what happened, hugging her boyfriend affectionately and not noticing the looks being exchanged between the men.

Peter was one of Kain's troublemaking friends, stuck together like a disgusting tick and a sick hospitality…..

Peter wasn't present on the night of the accident… but he was responsible for identifying the bodies of his friends for the police, and he even remembers Kain's body being covered by a black blanket at the scene of the accident.

Who…. is this…. man?

The boyfriend's pupils narrow, forming small bands in Kain's blue eyes, his jaw clenched, and the creature holds himself back from opening his mouth and growling loudly, showing his teeth to scare the intruder but…. that's not something humans do. Then Kain puts a protective arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her closer to his large body and maybe…. Yn noticed and found it strange how cold his body is, despite so many layers of clothes and jacket he's wearing. How his body holds her in a strange, sticky way, but when Kain wraps his arms around her tighter, she blames it on the cold wind of a summer night and forgets about it.

“It was an accident, it’s okay.” Almost robotically, Kain apologizes to the man who is on shaky legs, and with an intimidating hand he touches Peter’s shoulder, a gesture that should have been friendly and comforting if it weren’t for the terrifying voice the man heard in his mind:

Go away and be quiet.

It wasn't a question. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a clear order. An unspoken threat. The voice penetrated every nerve in the man's body with such imposition and dominance that the poor man could only nod and leave with his mouth open and eyes wide open, staggering automatically with the little strength he had left in his nearly paralyzed legs. Peter, who was already shaking with fear, felt like he might vomit when he looked into the creature's eyes. He realized that Kain had never had blue eyes, that Kain's body had disappeared and never made it to the morgue, and that no matter how drunk he was, there wouldn't be enough hard drugs to raise a dead person.

YN, who seemed inert to what had just happened, turned her head in an incredibly cute way to Kain.

"I thought you were going to ask him out too, for a drink or something." The young woman moves away slightly to look into Kain's beautiful eyes, already accustomed and distressed with being left aside when Kain's friends were involved, the 'good night, see you later' was already on the tip of her tongue, the bitter taste of probably being replaced again made her feel her feet on the ground.

Why didn't he talk to him properly? Why aren't they going out together?

She found it strange that she had been put first.

The creature's eyes become friendly again, becoming soft with the image of YN in his field of vision. Kain immediately realized that she was going to move away, close herself off emotionally and say goodbye, something inconceivable, and he pulls her back against his body, wrapping her in a full hug now. The man hugs her cozyly, and lowers his head to whisper in her ear:

"There's no better place I'd rather be than by your side." and a slow and calm kiss is placed on YN's cheek, Kain made sure to place it as if it were a concept that would be absorbed by the skin, like a desire embalmed in the brain, like an idea slowly making sense.

"I'm the one asking you: Where does the my princess want to go now?" he smiles thinking about the possibilities of exploring the new human world he was getting to know and all the memories he was creating with the girl.

YN realized that those words were strange and different from the boyfriend she knew, but when she inhaled Kain's masculine scent, she decided that yes, she loved the new version of her boyfriend.

And as if by magic, she was already floating again sighing in love like a teenager, seeing the world, as well as her cotton candy, pink and sweet.

It was a sunny afternoon, with golden rays that painted the grass, the trees and the sky with a beautiful sunset and touched YN's skin so gently and softly, that it almost asked her to stop for just a minute to appreciate the beautiful view of the sky.

What was she doing? She was walking in a lovely ecological park, with plants everywhere and an energizing breeze filling her lungs with each step, and after a busy week of work, all she wanted was to have peace and mental harmony to recharge her batteries today. But she was not alone. No. It has been a long time since she knew what it was like to be alone, to walk alone, to eat alone. Not when Kain entered her life again.

The tall, muscular man walks beside YN in immeasurable peace, the creature's skin was radiant and with a healthy glow, despite being stolen skin - the vertebrae, cartilages and skin adapted to Kain's muscles as something coincidentally and undeniably - beautiful, pretty, pleasing to the eye and mainly, perfect in YN's eyes. At some point, the girl stopped and sat on a nearby wooden bench. Taking a deep breath, she inhales… breathes… inhale… breathes. Kain follows her immediately, like an invisible collar preventing him from staying away from his beloved.

"I know someone who would love this place" - she says after a pleasant pause, observing the landscape and the lack of animals, she can't think of anyone better to enjoy this place

"Who?" he asks, his attention completely focused on her.

“There was a dog I always fed… a little black ball of fur with red eyes” the girl smiles at the memory while Kain takes a dry sip “But he disappeared after a while, you know? It’s been like… 3 weeks?” she thinks about the time she never saw the big dog again.

3 weeks.

Exactly the same amount of time the creature took on her boyfriend’s human form.

3 weeks of love and passion.

But he can’t help but wonder…..

“And you… do you miss him?” even though he has trained his vocal cords in this new body to not sound scary and inhuman, Kain can’t hide the slight hesitant tremor in his voice, fearing that the girl had connected the facts… or that the lack of the dog is something sad for YN. Maybe that’s why he tried harder to contain the smug smile that threatened to appear.

“Did he have a name?” Did you recognize him as yours? Was my other form already yours? excited, he already thought

“Oh no…. I only remembered him now.”

“Oh… and why didn’t you adopt him?” Why didn’t you let me be yours? That’s what he wanted to ask

“Snowball was afraid of him, I don’t know why” she took a deep breath and stared at the horizon with a distant and thoughtful look “But curiously, she disappeared after a while too, can you believe it?”

Oh yes he does.

Kain instantly swallows an imaginary ball of white fur. He remembers the night he tried to visit YN and when he tried to change shape to enter the house, the cat saw him transforming. This affected her so much that every time YN went to feed the dog at sunset, the nosy cat would try to get in front of her owner, meowing in a sly and affectionate way and other times in an aggressive way, throwing herself in front of her owner or knocking over the food, all to get YN's attention, all to prevent her owner from even opening the door and approaching the dog, all to keep the two away.

And the creature could not let that happen, no, not at all. So one night when Yn went out with her friends, the creature entered the house without permission, using the shadows to squeeze in and search with focused eyes where the cat was. Amid shrill meows, threatening growls and the sound of skin tearing, Kain ended the night with a full belly and the path clear for his beloved.

“It’s a shame, my dear. She was a beautiful cat, wasn’t she? I remember the pictures you showed me.” The cat with extremely silky fur was sticky in Kain’s throat, annoying and messy if you asked his humble opinion.

“I loved her, but I ended up losing both of them in the end.” YN crossed her arms and gave her boyfriend a small, sad smile

“Maybe, but…” he approached her side on the bench, putting his arm around her shoulder and wrapping her in a side hug while the other hand held her hand “But you got something better, didn’t you?”

“Oh, did I get it?” she teases him playfully

There’s no room for doubt in a relationship with Kain.

“Yes, you did…” he immediately squeezes her hand possessively, reinforcing that yes, she did win something better, and, intertwining their fingers and sharing the warmth, “Something better…” he whispers, slowly bringing his head closer.

As she is enveloped by Kain’s strange, pleasant scent and his loving gaze, YN allows herself to be vulnerable and let Kain take care of her, holding her cheek as delicately as fine china. She allows herself to accept starting over as she closes her eyes and finds the man’s delicious lips.

“You won something much better.” He momentarily separates from her lips to answer her “After all” he kisses her again “The dog or the cat could not take care of you as well as I do and…” kisses and more kisses are placed on her neck and jaw

“I would not share your attention, I will not share what is mine…” and then he kisses her lips again, this time, his confession brings to the kiss the taste of selfishness and possessiveness. If YN knew the story and the double meaning of his words, she would not find it cute or would be sighing with love.

But ooh… with Kain it is different.

Kain's kisses steal her breath and leave her with butterflies in her stomach, like seeds being planted in fertile soil, as her boyfriend tries to express his desires, wishes and feelings with each passionate and sensual touch, in a subliminal and almost naive way, trying to make YN absorb what he feels. Kain's kiss is the kind that leaves Yn's mind blank, with no thoughts about work, missing cats or dogs, and leaves her with only one single thought:

"Kain"

And for him, that is enough.

YN wakes up in bed… in the room she and Kain share.

She looks around, noticing that she is alone in the room and in her pajamas from the night before. She vividly remembers what happened before she passed out and the memory is frightening enough that she remains paralyzed in bed, not daring to remove the covers. Shivering. Sweating cold. And with irregular breathing.

Panic fills every vein and every thought, her mind seems like a whirlwind of unrelated thoughts. She feels like a prisoner of the bed, the sheets that were once so soft now seem suffocating. How will she get out? How will she get help?

Ok… let's go. Calm down and let's get out of this situation.

The first thing she notices around her is that she is alone in the room… so where is Kain?……. outside the room at least, and that is what she will work with.

She hesitantly tries to move her body to make sure that all her limbs are there and haven't been eaten. She moves her fingertips, then her hands and arms. Afraid of being found out, she moves her big toe, and when she manages to control it due to fear and trembling, she moves her foot and lifts her legs slightly, then twists them. Holding her breath, she touches her face with trembling, cold hands, afraid of what might have happened… but everything is here. Not a single eyeball eaten. Not a single nose out of place. Not a single ear torn off.

I'm in one piece… Okay. I'm not hurt…

Okay... Kain is out of sight…

....Okay. What to do now?

However, the room seemed strangely empty, with no apparent way to escape. This only increased the feeling of panic and despair that was taking over her. Noticing the deafening silence around her and in the house, she decides to remove the covers and get out of bed. Quietly, she puts her right foot on the ground as she looks everywhere. Then, even more quietly, she puts her left foot on the floor, staring at the doors and windows with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath, she manages to get out of bed… but… she feels strangely weak, she blames it on fear and takes another step… and another… and another… to the door.

The sound of the girl's heartbeat seemed to pulse with the same intensity as the door that was slowly opening. She felt a knot in her stomach, as the shadows stretched across the floor towards her.

She tried to remain calm and control her fear, but every inch that the door opened seemed to reveal a little more of the terror that awaited her in the hallway. She mentally prepared herself to face the unknown, but her mind was filled with nightmares.

The girl was completely taken by surprise when she opened the door and realized that the hallways were lit with a cozy light. She could hear the low sound of the TV on and a faint smell of cake coming from the kitchen, she heard someone stirring the pan too….

Someone is here….could it be him?

She stopped for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Everything seemed normal, but at the same time. She wondered if everything was really okay or if there could be something more sinister behind it.

No… I… know what I saw. Kain is not what he seems… he is… a monster!

The sound of the door being opened was too loud and a female voice, turning down the sound of the TV, asked:

“YN, are you awake yet?”

It was the Boss.

YN stopped for a moment with her mouth open….and decided to remain silent, paralyzed. Without the slightest movement.

However, the Boss's voice came closer to the stairs.

“YN, come down here. Everything is fine.”

As if on adrenaline, the girl closed the door and walked back to the bed with quick, shaky steps and covered herself.

No… it's not her! It can't be her! This is his doing!

She held the covers up to her head and held herself back from crying. The fear was very real and overwhelming.

The minutes passed, it could have been seconds or much longer, but in YN's disturbed mind, it seemed like a painful eternity, she could hear nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ear, and she refused to look at the door, not even out of the corner of her eye. Little by little, she fell asleep without wanting to…

She woke up not long after with a weight on her bed and a feminine hand caressing her, when she felt that she was no longer alone in the bed she woke up immediately and moved away from the presence.

"Calm down girl, it's me!" says the woman holding her by the shoulders in a solid comforting gesture.

The first thing YN notices is that the person's hands are still. That's a good sign.

"I found you passed out on the floor when I got here and brought you up here to rest." She strokes YN's hair and tucks it behind her ear in a graceful and delicate gesture.

The second thing YN notices is that the boss's clothes are very well pressed and dressed, her hair in an elegant low ponytail and her eyes…do they look normal?

“I’ll let you rest here and when you feel better, we’ll have a meeting downstairs, okay?” She smiles with her lips outlined in red lipstick, a warm and human smile, and YN, despite being incredulous about the situation, nods slightly and feels her once agitated heart calm down for now. For a moment, she questioned her own sanity, wondered if what she was seeing was an illusion of her own tired head, if it was somewhere between reality and dreams.

The girl watches the Boss leave the room barefoot and with… human steps.

Not robotic and ragged like the last time, when Kain took over the Boss’s body. But strangely human steps, light, delicate.

YN decides to rest for a while, closing her eyes and massaging her head while still lying under the soft sheets of the bed. Sometimes, anxiety is greater than fear. Like an annoying insect that appears from time to time to make an infernal noise, a little fly that with a well-aimed blow is dead. But in the dead of night it returns, maybe it was never dead and you missed the shot, or maybe it's its spirit returning as a ghost to curse you. You don't have an answer for that, but you know that at some point it will appear again and you will have to be prepared.

Some time later, with a clearer mind and a rested body, the girl gathers all her strength to go down the stairs and this time, she stops each of the air fresheners that Kain placed in the bathroom, the bedroom and the hallway. She didn't think much, and even though she wasn't sure, those air fresheners were part of a whole complex of illusions and control of the creature, she only knew that the smell, after everything was discovered, made her dizzy and strangely smiley, even giddy. She grabbed some toilet paper that was in the bathroom before leaving the room and used it just to cover the hole in the liquid air fresheners and put out the scented candles.

It wasn't an act from the best hunter in the world, but it was enough to make her feel more sensible and firm. Like a person stepping off a Ferris wheel touches the ground.

Each step was light and inaudible, each slow breath, each glance over her shoulder or at each step of the stairs was rethought at least three times before continuing and when she realized she was already halfway up the stairs, a slight victory allowed her to release the heavy breath she was holding in her chest when she could see that yes, the TV was still on the channel and there was no one on the couch.

However, when she reached the last step…

"Good night, dear, I see you're better."

The male voice that YN didn't want to encounter made the girl's body freeze immediately.

He says right at the kitchen door, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he smiles at her, his blue eyes roaming from head to toe, “I made some coffee and a cake for your meeting with the Boss, okay? Come quickly or it’ll get cold~”

The two are 2.5m apart, and all YN can think about is running down the stairs. The man reenters the kitchen, placing the plates and cups on the table, expecting the girl to follow him normally, which, as things stand, is what happens.

YN immediately regrets it because the scene in front of her is… terrible.

Her boss’s skin is stretched out on one of the chairs like a suit or a recently ironed garment is stretched out, her brown eyes are covered in dried blood in a cup, next to it is a huge furry skin, with black fur as dark as night and raised, paralyzed ears, this skin is like a huge carpet that covers the entire chair and next to it is… Mr. Thomas. The poor old man is gagged, blindfolded and hands tied. There is blood on his neck and YN is too scared to ask if he is dead or not.

“What… is this?” what the hell is this? was what her mind screamed, but her voice came out as an almost pathetic whisper, with wide eyes and her hand in front of her mouth, the girl holds back the flow of vomit that threatens to come out of her mouth and she thinks that yes, maybe it would have been better to have stayed in bed.

The man with a calm and impassive expression, had his back turned until now, turning to face the table, while serving a suspicious red cake in the center of the table.

“Red Velvet?” he raises his eyebrow and stares at the cake wondering if there was enough red or not for YN not to recognize that it would be a cake of the type “I followed the recipe on the internet, it should look like this.”

“You know that’s not what I’m fucking talking about.” She raises her irritated voice, perhaps the adrenaline gave her courage “What….” observing each of the bodies on the table she takes a deep breath and asks again “What does this mean Kain?”

“Oh…. them.” He cuts a piece of cake and places it on a delicate porcelain plate, which is immediately soaked in the disgusting red liquid from the cake, and hands it to Mr. Thomas, placing it right in front of him. “We talked about not keeping secrets from each other, and how we can’t keep our skeletons in the closet. And you’re right, as always. We can’t.”

There’s a heavy atmosphere in the kitchen, the lights are dim and almost off and they flicker from time to time, the bodies on the table stink and sometimes YN could swear she saw the Chief’s fingernail moving or the carpet’s ear shaking as if listening to them, Mr. Thomas’ chest rising and falling slowly. There’s a consequential and bubbling panic inside the girl, not knowing what’s real or a machiavellian work of Kain. She is still at the door in the kitchen, holding the doorknob on one side and the wall on the other, otherwise she would have fainted herself due to her legs turning to jelly, there are tears that blur her vision as the situation is addressed, it was not an insane nightmare, it was a terrible and overwhelming reality. One, that she does not know how to escape.

"I deduced that a warmer and more human approach would make you take the stairs." She spends 15 seconds staring at the Boss's skin and then he breaks the silence "And I was right, after all, I know everything about you." In another context, this sentence would draw a sigh of passionate love from YN, but now, it only draws a fearful sigh.

“Please sit down, my princess.” Noticing the silence and her staring at a specific body, Kain slowly approaches and asks her to sit on a chair, taking one from the table and offering it like a gentleman.

YN remains silent.

“Do you want your cake with coffee or with wine? I have some Cabernet Sauvignon here, you’ll love it, it’s a great combination.” He says, pulling a crystal glass and a wine from the cupboard, thinking that the girl would sit on the chair, but she didn’t even move from her spot, paralyzed in the kitchen doorway.

“You didn’t like the cake? Do you want me to make something else?” It was almost infuriating to hear his calm and sweet voice, because he ignored the bodies already exposed on the table, he ignored everything that wasn't his beloved.

"YN, what do you want?" he asks sweetly, smiling, hoping she would tell him what her sweet mouth desires today, and so he would. But the answer he heard was sharp and very unwelcome…

"No." She takes small steps towards him with a voice, although trembling, but determined "I… I want to get out of here, now."

"And where do you want to go, sweetie? Aren't you going to eat the cake?"

"That's enough, Kain!" she gets irritated and the agonizing cold that ran through her body is replaced by a fervor "Stop trying to pretend that everything is normal! There's nothing normal here!"

Kain's smile immediately drops, replaced by an indifferent expression. He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, waiting for the questions he already knows YN will ask. After all, he knows her very well.

"W-what… what did you do to the Boss?" YN asks with tears in her eyes, remembering all the moments she spent with the Boss, the one who always welcomed her into the company and the city with open arms.

"She was a terrible and abusive boss. She didn't give you fair pay for overtime and charged you too much." He answers arrogantly, as if he had done her a favor by getting rid of her. His voice has become serious now that the mask has fallen. He sounds like anything but Kain.

"Liar! It's a lie and you know it." She stops looking at her boss's beautiful eyes, eyes that often understood her better than anyone else, eyes that aimed at YN's professional growth, eyes that brought back painful memories. "She was a fair boss, I never complained about her to you!"

"Fair? She was-”

“And…. What is that?” She forced her mouth to ask about the black rug on the chair. It wasn’t safe to ask or confide anything to Kain, who was still on the other side of the table, but this was her chance to understand what was happening.

“I thought I would recognize your little friend.” He snorted snobbishly, going behind the chair and picking up what YN thought was a strange sleeve, but the man reached inside and muscles came to life as well as the paw, which he adorably waved goodbye to her.

A chill ran down her spine as she connected the facts.

“You were…. The dog?”

It wasn’t the just the fact that the strange dog had transformed into this creature that scared her, which in itself was already scary to think about, it was the fact that he had been behind her and had been stalking her for a long, long time, watching her very closely, and she had played with and fed the dangerous being right in front of her…

“There comes a time when dogs want to be… more than just food-" They are interrupted by a cough from Mr. Thomas.

Is he alive? They both thought at the same time.

She would ask about what he is, about what he means, about the furs, but in the moment she hears a sign of life, hope springs to her heart.

"And him!? What did you do to him?!" She approaches Mr. Thomas with urgent steps, hesitantly running her hand over his face and neck, checking the slow but steady beating of the old man's heart.

"Better: what am I going to do to him."

The creature approaches YN. Now, with him under the light, she can see that his body is different, proof of what happened yesterday: His body, which was already tall, is enormous, almost beating the kitchen lamp, his arms and legs are also larger and slender, his hair, which was once so well styled in a vintage hairstyle, is now longer, loose and disheveled with a dirty appearance, almost resembling the hard and dull fur of a wild animal. There is a paler and bluer tone to his skin, the youthful appearance has now been replaced by something morbid and sickly, something neither so alive nor so dead.

"Let's make a deal."

The worst part is his eyes, YN thinks, they watch her like a wolf salivating with desire for its prey, from head to toe with an intensity that makes her feel naked and defenseless. Kain's beautiful blue irises were like a precious jewel, warm, human and inviting. But now that YN looks directly into his eyes, she realizes that the blue that had always enchanted her was now an ugly and cold blue, with a supernatural glow in them, something disturbing to look at for too long, and so she does, changing her gaze to anything other than his eyes, depriving him of the attention he so desired.

Something that certainly irritates Kain.

"YN, let's make a deal." The voice is imperative and supernatural, he brings a hand to the girl's chin abruptly, bringing the girl's attention back to him.

The fingers are cold and blue like a corpse, the long and sharp nails poking YN's skin and lips and… Up close like this, with their bodies so close to each other, she smells the disgusting smell of rotting flesh.

"I know we're not in the best of times in our relationship, so I'm going to give you a choice-"

"I...i-i want to leave."

"Calm down, sweetie, let me start, okay?" He presses a disgusting kiss to the girl's lips to make her stay quiet, his tone passive aggressive before returning to a threatening voice "I know my secrets weren't the best idea to come out right now, so let's play a game, okay?"

Sadistic son of a bitch

"If you can run to the flower shop before I catch you, I'll let you and Mr. Thomas live. And if you don't…" Kain whispers sensually in her ear while pressing his body against YN's "I'll eat the old man and you'll be back with me and under my control to do whatever I want." He smiles.

Sadistic. son. of. a. bitch.

Each word was spoken with intent and malice, purposefully to make YN's body go cold and an agonizing shiver run through his body, it hurt, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and puncturing her skin like sharp needles. It was dangerous. A trap. And unlikely that she would succeed. But it was the only choice so far.

And just as Kain predicted, she accepted With an almost imperceptible nod of her head.

"Great, you have a 5 minute advantage." He said towering over her small form and kissing her on the lips

"Starting…. Now." He moves away from her and puts the marker on the kitchen clock.

Tik Tok….. And the girl stands still, her body refusing to move.

But that wasn't hers.

"Honey, shall we play? It's already counting down the time." He smiles with his teeth, many sharp teeth.

Tik Tok….

You took slow steps, your feet as heavy as a stone, your throat constipated with cotton and your vocal cords a knot. You inhaled and exhaled fear, each breath was a pain in some part of your body, as if it were tearing with each step away from…. Kain. Suspiciously away from Kain.

I need to get… to the door….. Get away from him…..

When you reach the door and leave the house it's as if you can breathe freely again and with a big breath and a last look back, you ran away.

The night was strangely weird, empty, it seemed to be just you and a big full moon in the sky. It must have been dawn, when humans sleep and even nocturnal animals stayed in their dens. There wasn't a single figure or lost soul to haunt you and tell you that at least you weren't alone. The only sound in the disturbing silence was YN's quick steps and accelerated breathing as paranoia chased her, it seemed like Kain's eyes were on every corner and window, in every shadow loomed danger the closer she got to the flower shop.

I'm almost there… Just a little more! Hold on!

You realized when you felt the grass in the garden that you were barefoot and still in your pajamas, and as you turned a corner while looking back you stepped on a broken glass in the trash can, falling to the ground.

"Aaaah!" You screamed in despair and pain, the shard had pierced you deeply in the foot, and the shrapnel injured you in the other parts of your foot.

You analyzed the situation between your blurred vision and irregular breathing. Your foot was bleeding a lot, the shards were everywhere and right in the middle was the biggest and deepest shard, it hurt a lot, like hell, and you couldn't get up.

"Woooo!"

Not that there weren't enough reasons to lift your head and move on. With wide eyes you identified that at the end of the block was the big black dog, Kain.

He found you.

Your five minutes of advantage were over.

In desperation you quickly got up and started holding on to the walls trying not to put your injured foot on the ground. Looking back with each step to make sure the thing was still far away, but he was fast. In a last look you noticed that he was only less than 100 meters away, for a wolf dog to cross that in seconds is fast, for a maniac and supernatural wolf dog to catch you is….

You refuse to finish the sentence.

But this gives you more desperation and motivation to get so close to the flower shop, already smelling the plants and the damp soil. You arrived and the pressure dropped when the door of the flower shop and when you went to open the door you saw that it was locked with padlocks.

No no no no!!!! How would you complete the game if you couldn't get in?

The creature could smell your blood, it was very close and barked as it got closer, it had modified the dog's skin before leaving, making it lighter and faster. Tricks and lies to get what it wanted. When you saw it approaching, you felt an adrenaline rush unlike any other and picked up a clay pot and threw it at the window, which broke the glass and the shards went everywhere and then you, YN, threw yourself through the window and inside.

"Aaaah!"

When you fell face down on the pieces of glass and some plants, many of them showed on the skin of your arm and belly, bleeding, hurting and burning, the broken and heavy porcelain and clay pots, the poisonous plants gave you hives. There were a lot of things. But one thing had become clear: you were inside the flower shop.

You won the game

Everything hurt when YN slowly turned around, her breathing steadying and a humorless laugh escaping her.

"Heh, I'm here….."

For a pathetic second, there was a relieving silence in the room, a second that allowed her to blink her eyes safely for the first time since she woke up.

"Woooooooo"

But only for a second.

The ferocious growl from the other side of the flower shop made her get up immediately, regretting it immediately afterward because of the pain. He was there, right in front of the broken window.

"I…" You took a deep breath and spoke quickly in a determined and victorious tone "I won! I've made it to the flower shop! You can't catch me here."

The creature quiete down. But a horrible sound of skin and bones rearranging permeated the place, YN saw nothing, besides the huge, furry skin of the dog being thrown to the floor like someone would throw dirty clothes.

"That's right, you've made it to the flower shop." The male voice said in an indifferent tone.

Another eternally long and silent second.

Until a figure appeared, illuminated by the streetlight, it was difficult to see anything beyond the sinister silhouette. The creature crouched down and entered through the window, ignoring the shards of glass and clay, stepping on them as if it were an insect, another reminder that whatever YN was dealing with was much stronger than her.

Get some light and see.

Listening to the voice of intuition, she grabbed an LED light used to treat some plant, something she had never found useful until now, and raised it as high as she could and put the power to the maximum she could to see what Kain was now.

The sight was macabre.

If the day he transformed was something bad, now it was worse.

(?)

"I arrived at the flower shop." She stated as she reminded him of what was said before, moving away from him as she leaned against the shelf.

"You have arrived."

He remained still.

"But I never promised anything." He smiled coldly as he approached the trembling girl the supernatural voice echoing through the flower shop was not even human "You never made me promise anything."

He never promised that I would stay alive. He never promised that the arrival was at the flower shop. He never promised that Mr. Thomas would stay alive. We didn't shake hands and he signed the contract. Never. He just let the words fly in the air and I, the foolish YN, organized them in the blanks.

I was the one who assumed that we were in an agreement. He never promised anything, but he got what he wanted: a cruel game of cat and mouse. The creature wanted to have the chance to hunt YN for the first time, to smell the fear in every pore of her skin, to smell the fresh blood circulating in her body, and to let hope keep her alive… So that in the end he could rip her life out with his own claws.

Oh no. Oh shot.

Reality was turned upside down once again and YN escaped words without even realizing it, her thoughts too fast for her brain to process.

"N-no! No please….. I've made it to the flower shop. I've made it. I'll survive…." She cried as she moved away from the hungry creature, stammering as the tears prevented her from seeing clearly. All she saw was the creature approaching, while she slowly walked to the back door, without even realizing it.

"YN."

A single word made her stop all her movements.

That voice again…. I won't let it!….

"Kain."

Unknown to YN, at this very moment a nun was praying for her in an old church in the city, holding tightly the wooden crucifix in her hand. The sweet and fearful Sister Martha cries as she asks God and her saints to have mercy on her dear friend, to reach out to a poor human soul, to give her light at the end of the tunnel. And perhaps it was divine intervention when she hit her back against an unlocked door.

Mr. Thomas was the last thought in her desperate head, but YN mentally thanked him for having decided to remodel the back of the store, leaving the door open and an opening to a vacant lot.

"YN." A single word made her stop all movements, restraining her, almost like an 'I wouldn't do that if I were you'

"K-Kain."

Then, the little voice in her head, the call of survival, shouted loudly inside her:

Turn on the lever.

With her eyes glazed over at the creature that was getting closer and closer, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a lever that Mr. Thomas turned on every night before leaving the establishment, two feet away from the light lever. What was it for? To kill pests? To fertilize the soil? It didn't matter. At that moment it would have only one use: to be a distraction.

This is my chance.

You held your breath as a cold sweat ran down your forehead, your muscles tense and ready to run. In one quick movement you turned on the lever, activating several showers and irrigation channels so that a mist of pesticides and agrochemicals quickly permeated the place as you walked out the door and pulled hard as you ran to the vacant lot.

You were bleeding. And your face contorted in tears and pain with each step.

The glass shards in your foot and arm were a constant reminder of human weakness and frailty, but at this moment adrenaline spoke louder, the need to survive kept the tears stuck in your throat and fear prevented you from stopping. You ran as fast as you could, which unfortunately wasn't far.

The creature, known in this form as Kain, was already weakened and unstable due to the use of mirtyr tea a few hours earlier. With the distraction of the pesticides, it caused burning in his open wounds and semi-transformed skin, making him cover his eyes while grunting in pain, his claws scratching the skin wherever he went. But one thing made him go crazy: YN had managed to escape.

Kain roared in rage and like a maddened beast, he got on all fours and ran towards the door, breaking it in one blow as he passed through it, making an explosive noise in the quiet night. This made you even more scared, a scream stuck in your throat as the possibilities ran out. The beast scanned the vacant lot and when he found your blood trail he ran towards you.

In 10 seconds he was already halfway there.

It was scary when he ran on all fours after you, his face turning into something monstrous, he didn't call out your name, he growled and drooled with hatred.

Could this be the end for you, YN?

In 5 seconds he was smelling your scent and almost grabbing your pajamas.

No no!

In a quick moment Kain brutally grabs you and both bodies fall to the ground. There is a cloud of dust and screams in the air, you are desperate how much you fight with all your strength to get away from him.

Kain has an epiphany at that moment.

He never wants to be separated from YN again. He tried to reconcile and it didn't work, the possibility of losing her again is a risk that should never be taken. He wouldn't survive a day without YN's arms or scent. Kain can't live without you anymore.

And what better way to always be with a person than by ingesting them?

Oh, how romantic. What a great form of devotion and intimacy! Wanting to consume someone completely and become one. Isn't that what marriage is all about? One body and flesh?

As YN screamed for help and mercy, Kain held her wrists above her head and thought contentedly about how he would express his intense love by placing his hands beneath her skin, by dressing her skin with care and delicacy and by rearranging each of her organs inside her warm body in a different way.

Oh, the honor of having his beloved living in the deepest parts of your body, guarding and protecting you with his own ribs. Would you let him rip out your still beating heart and stick it inside his rotten one? Or rather, would you let him eat your heart? After all, you love him, don't you? Kain licks his lips thinking he can finally taste her thoughts if he rips out her brain. Using her teeth as appetizers and the veins slowly unraveling the red and blue ones, sucking with his mouth as if it were noodles while intertwining the cold hand of YN's corpse with his.

Your intestines must taste different from everything he's ever eaten. He would eat in the temple of her body, with her belly still open and the strong metallic smell, he would drink her blood until there was nothing left, sucking and tearing the skin from the bones until there was nothing left. After all, being loved is being consumed entirely.

"Kain! Let me go!" Her desperate voice finally reaches his disturbed ears. "S-stop it! PLEASE! " He feels so happy he wants to cry and smiles.

He simply smiles and holds her face with one hand while holding the other, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. It's a determined and sick look.

A terrible, terrible panic, paralyzes you when you hear his next words:

“I love you,” he declares.

Kain approaches and kisses you with passion and hunger, biting your lips harder and harder until they start to bleed while you moan in pain. Two lovers indeterminately devouring each other.

After all, the kiss is the gentle beginning of cannibalism.

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[lostlegendaerie]

the thing about being a sund*y hater is that it's an incredibly common noun used at minimum by the average person once a week, so trying to properly blacklist a character whose primary appeal (religious symbolism) is the exact thing that triggers me means that I'm having to hide fucking art of caterpillars just because they were posted on a weekend and tagged as such

[random-thinks-i-hav]

trans ben au where part of the reason ben luvs feedback so much is because feedback’s dna sample came from a woman and the omnitrix doesn’t change feedback’s gender to be ben’s bio/assigned one. of course feedback is ben’s favorite, they’re cool, they’re powerful, and ben just feels… right when she he transforms into them.

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[erazonpo3]

I think I might try to write something of a character study on how I perceive Cynthia having executive dysfunction because like, she's canonically a bit of a mess, but I think sometimes the pendulum swings a bit far in the other direction and loses the confident and collected person that she is, despite those dysfunctions

The way I see it she has no issue in doing things, but it's the aftermath she's not good at cleaning up; she can write a 10k word essay easily enough but she doesn't put away any of her study material afterwards, or she does her laundry but doesn't fold it up and put it away because whatever she'll just iron it, she can cook basic meals but will leave a mess on the stove and the sink so it's easier to just get take-out.

I do think it's something she's not very proud of, even though it's a pretty human flaw to have and she makes light of it occasionally I can see her being hard on herself for not living up to her own her grandmother's standards. What's particularly interesting though is I think it can reflect how she approaches things in general, where she's fighting for the here and the now but doesn't always put a lot of thought into the fallout that comes afterwards