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[kittrambles]

platonic yandere cult and and and the being that they worship actually exists and is also obsessed with you because you look like his child. alright stay with me please.

its the fact that you eerily resemble the child of their god. it's almost uncanny, and unfortunately one of the cult member spots you. you're extremely confused because a woman runs up to you and hugs you tightly. as if she knew you.

curse your anxiety because the first thing you do is comfort her, awkwardly patting her back while she was drenching your shirt with her tears. she's gripping you tightly and after 5 minutes pass, you finally ask her. "who...are you? are you okay?"

"you're-- you're his child. pure, innocent and kind." she mumbles, her eyes are crazed as she holds your face. "you must return to him. your father misses you."

...what?

a nervous laugh escapes you and you try to be gentle as you pry her off of you. stepping back until you're far away enough from her that you can turn around and finally leave this weird situation. you don't see how her eyes follow you as you disappear from her sight.

it sticks with you, that interaction. the way the woman held you so tightly, the way she looks at you. almost possessed as she talks about your 'father' and, obviously, it's not your actual father she's talking about.

after that day, you can't help but notice you're being followed. not by her, but by multiple people following you around with the same clothing. you recognize the simplistic robe-like clothing.

was a cult stalking you?

your question is answered when the same woman was sitting in your living room, two other men standing beside her. she smiles and before you can react, a cloth covers your nose. you slowly start to black out.

when you finally stir awake again, you're in what you can only assume to be a hut. it's furnished beautifully, the bed you're sleeping on is comfortable and soft.

"you're awake!" a cheerful voice exclaims. "i was about to call upon the help of your father if you didn't wake up soon." the man laughs as he hands you a wooden cup.

you push it away. he frowns. "you need to drink some water sweetheart, you've been passed out for days!"

"yeah? and who's fault is that." you get up, he moves to stop you but you send a glare that makes him sit back down. "your father expects you--"

"I don't know who you're talking about, but i don't care. i'm leaving."

he wants to protest but you leave the hut. you're in a forest, it was beautiful and you would stay to admire it if you weren't clearly trapped with a cult. who kidnapped you here, convinced that you were some fake god's child.

the clearing itself was huge, filled with people all wearing the same robe-like clothing. it was definitely a cult. you try and sneak past, trying not to draw attention to yourself but it was pointless.

people started to notice you and you start to draw up a crowd.

"it really is you! his child has returned home!" one man says, you feel a hand touch your shoulder and you flinch backwards. you don't see some of the members disappearing into a tent that towers over the others, built much more grandiose.

you only seem to notice it when something, something inhuman, walks out of it. the cult's attention turns to it. cheering and praising it as it walked out. but for some reason, its attention was fixed onto you and only you.

whatever creature that came out of the the tent, standing a few feet above the rest of the cult members. he-- it doesn't look human. its limbs are way too long, smile too big and comical, and its teeth are more like fangs.

you must be the only one that isn't brainwashed, because you're the only one that reacts normally at... that. with fear, your entire body freezes up at the sight.

whatever it was, it was evil. fear penetrated your very soul. but somehow you're the only one that feels that way. you turn around to run away.

but members crowd around you, men and women alike are holding you as they drag you to it. smiles plastered on their face as they praised... it.

it looks upon you with love and adoration as it started to reach for you. you shake your head and try to jerk backwards, but your protests are proved pointless when the members just hold you in place.

"finally. you've returned home to me," looming over you. a hand (fingers too long, too much-- not human--) cradling your face. you feel yourself tremble as it tilts its head. "don't be scared, my dear sweet child."

the crowd starts to comfort you, multiple people telling you that you shouldn't be scared. that you should embrace 'him' and hug 'him'. it's all starting to overwhelm you. and he--it (you have to remind yourself that it is not a person) takes notice.

"quiet." its voice is deep, almost immediately quelling the growing excitement. "come, let us talk some place else."

you don't want to be left alone with it, you don't. but he takes you away, bundling your smaller form in his arms as he coos sweetly, trying to calm you down.

[kittrambles]

the platonic yandere curse brainworms made their way into my mind, and they REFUSE to leave (not that I would want them to :p). I just found your blog, and I especially loved the platonic yandere yakuza and poor foreign reader concept! Is it alright if you made a part 2? (PRETTY PLEASE🙏🏾)

REAL thats why i started this blog ngl, the brainworms demand more platonic yan content

and since you said pretty please, here is a part two kinda!!1

asks are open if u wanna drop more ideas mwahaha

here's part one!

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you wake up. dazed. expecting to wake up your in your own room and not waking up on a futon with Ryu staring at you as he sat near you.

you jump slightly, a small gasp as he just tilts his head and smiles at you. as if this was normal. your eyes dart around the room, trying to figure out where you were when reassures you.

"you're safe. don't worry. we just brought you to our home." his voice is soft. as if he's trying to be soothing. "I--I don't-- why am I here?" your voice is soft, you're still processing what he said, along with the place you were in.

"all you need to know is that now you're safe. you're staying with us, hm? no one's going to hurt you anymore." he reaches over to your face but you push his hand away.

"this isn't funny. I'm-- I'm gonna go." having just woken up a few seconds ago, you're a little weak from the sleep. he places a hand on your shoulder and gently holds you down when you try and stand up.

"I'm trying to be nice," he still has a smile on his face, but his tone is stern. like he was lecturing you. "stay here. i'll bring you some water, we can check out the rest of the house later."

you stay silent. nodding so he can finally leave. he pats your cheek and you bite back the insult brewing in the back of your throat. when he does leave, you throw the blanket off your legs, and you stand up.

if you could hear your parents now, lecturing you about how you shouldn't have lived in another country on your own. this was literally anybody's worst nightmare. you can't help but think maybe some part of this was your fault. allowing them to follow you around and even joking around with them.

at the end of the day, they were still just gangsters. part of the yakuza. untrustworthy.

you push the sliding door open, you stepped out. you wanted to keep hope, believing that you could just walk out of this and go back home. somehow still making your flight, but it was a large expanse of land.

the house was more like a mansion. and all you could see for miles was forest. you took a breath, calming the rising panic. you can just get a car and get out.

yeah. you're not trapped here. you finally take a step outside of the room, it's fairly empty. you made your way out. only making it a few steps away from your room before you stop.

a man stood in front of you. you didn't recognize him but it felt like he recognized you. almost happily waving at you. you looked around before hesitantly waving back.

he looked older. still intimidating enough for you to step back when he moves closer to you. then he finally says something after a few moments of observing you intently.

"do you recognize me?" he points at himself. "i'm the ojisan you paid the food for, the katsu?"

you furrow your brows. actively translating the words in your head before you realize. he looked more cleaned up now, but he still looked the same. "ojisan?"

his smile grows wider. "right! im so happy you remember me, learning your japanese well?"

he's speaking so fast. so you do the next best thing. nod and smile, acting as if you understood when you barely did.

"not really huh. well its fine," he moves forward and holds your hand in his. his sleeve slightly moves back, revealing tattoos that are very obviously traditional yakuza tattoos. "makes you all the more cuter."

"t--thanks?" you at least recognize the word 'cute.'

his hold is firm when you try to tug your hand away. "i--" why is your Japanese failing you now of all times? "leave. i leave." you cringe when the words leave your mouth.

"leave?" he repeats and you nod. he smiles. "you can't leave, you're one of us now. apart of the family."

he then starts to walk and you assume he's bringing you out of the place. he doesn't let go of you until you reach another room. it's grand, both in size and how it was decorated.

the way the men in the room tense up at the sight of this ojisan, and how they bow when he passes them. he was the boss, you didn't need to ask.

suddenly you feel terrified holding his hand. you feel scared at the fact that you had been hanging out with a bunch of yakuza members unknowingly, one of them being the boss.

it's jarring when Ryu walks in with a big grin on his face. "i'm glad you met the boss." you glared at him, earning a laugh from him. like he expected you to try and leave. like he planned for the two of you to meet.

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did not know where this was going at all times. its a part two though :3

[kittrambles]

Waow… great writing… love the new writing waow… may I ask for a yandere vampire… or werewolf… or vampire werewolf couple… waow… ( can I be -🦠 anon…. waow…)

tysm anon.......waow this is a great ask....... of course you can be 🦠 anon........waow....

platonic yandere vampire but its a lonely old vampire that wants so badly to have a child in his home again because all of his human children have passed on.

and unfortunately for you, it seems like you're the perfect candidate.

you've never really questioned how many times you bumped into the man. you just assumed that the both of you just walked around the same route. and it's not like you hated seeing the man, sometimes he even brought you free lunch! he was just really sweet.

and yes, there was some part of you that questioned his intentions. and how sometimes he would treat you way younger than you were. commenting on how young someone like you were and how you shouldn't be doing such grown up things, like having a job. you've told him that you were an adult but he just laughs it off.

but, you could brush that off. it wasn't that off putting, at least not enough for you to completely avoid him.

"i miss my children. you remind me of my youngest." he suddenly brings up one day. you tilt your head. "oh? are they extremely funny like me too?" you joke and he laughs.

"yes, very very funny. they were.... everything to me."

you turn to look at him. his expression is solemn and you realize. his children have passed away. moving to place a sympathetic hand on his arm. "i'm so sorry."

his smile is sad. taking your hand in his (considerably colder) hands as he utters a small thank you. you don't know that you've just sealed your fate.

you were a gem in his eyes, a blessing sent for him to finally have a child again after so many years. after having his children fade away in front of his eyes. he wasn't going to let it slip away. he wasn't going to let you slip away.

he was going to make you a vampire. even if it was against your wishes.

[kittrambles]

Imagine if like....Platonic yandere Hunter makes reader's leg- ankle?? Worse, like, making sure they won't be able to walk again, that would be a very possibility if they were to push trying to escape ahshahshsh 😭💀💀💀

ouh yesss he would totally do that

hunter wants you to not escape, he assumed you wouldn't try to leave because he's taken care of you so well. right? fed you good food, looked after your healing ankle. he even gave you his bed to sleep in for fucks sake. and yet you still tried to leave??

can you blame him for being angry? he thought you wanted to stay. he thought you enjoyed his company like he enjoyed yours. so of course he reacts in that way. alternative ending to the part two i guess, where you get your ankle all fucked up again lol.

[kittrambles]

OMGG i love the platonic yakuza concept....u rlly cooked with that 🤝

ahhh tysm anon !! its been in my brain for foreverrrr im glad people like it <33

[kittrambles]

intro post time!!

i am kitt!! i am 18 years old!! my pronouns are they/them!!

this side blog is for me to rant about my platonic yandere ideas and concepts, and you can follow me if you wanna see that twirls my hair and kicks my feet

asks are always open for requests !

[kittrambles]

oh god the platonic yandere curse got to me. i must write about parental crime bosses.

specifically, platonic yandere yakuza and poor reader who absolutely Does Not Understand Japanese and them using it to their advantage.

warnings!! discrimination against reader because they aren't Japanese/doesn't understand Japanese. and brief violence!

they probably spot you during one of their rounds around the small neighborhood that they had claimed as their own, seeing a foreigner is extremely out of place.

the population of said neighborhood was so scarce, you're one of the few young people that has decided in a significantly smaller and quieter town. you're trying your best to exist in a somewhat rural area, being able to survive with your broken Japanese. at least the residents find your attempts at speaking Japanese cute instead of disrespectful.

but there is always that one person.

you've been avoiding a particular neighbor. he had always made fun of you for not being able to speak Japanese. he doesn't even hide it, because the stupid foreigner probably doesn't understand him right? so he makes fun of you to your face.

of course you knew that he was making fun of you, the tone of his voice and his expressions were obvious. so you've always just avoided him, until now.

it's late at night. you're just trying to go home from a particularly late night of work. you're walking home alone when you hear his voice. it sounds like he's drunk because his voice was slurred, but you can still pick up some words.

"stupid foreigner. infiltrating our peaceful neighborhood, with your shitty japanese." he complains, the alcohol practically wafting off him. you roll your eyes, not wanting to give him any attention.

this just pisses him off even more and he shoves you. you almost fall down but you catch yourself. angrily, you turn around. glaring at him as you tell him to leave you alone.

he just laughs. mocking your accent. "you want me to leave you alone? i want you to leave our fucking town, foreigner."

it was like he was out for blood when he pushes you again. this time you fall down and he grabs your collar. it was late at night and it didn't seem like there was anyone around. you were probably going to get beat up. or worse, killed.

you wince and waited for the punch when he raises his fist in the air.

....nothing. you feel his hands leave your collar and sounds of struggle. you peek open an eye and see him thrown onto the ground, begging for mercy. that's what you assumed he was doing with his hands over his head as he curled into himself.

there were two men towering over him, one had a foot on his chest as he snarled in his face. the other-- watching you?

you shrink at his gaze, slightly lowering your head. you knew they were gangsters, traditional tattoos covering their arms and the way they walked around town. they never hid it. not that they had to.

"you alright?" he asks. you lift your head slightly. "I...I am fine." your accent is wonky but he understands. cute. his lips quirk into a small smirk and he nods. "good. go on home. go home." he repeats in english.

"did you just-- english?"

"i did just english," your mouth is agape. he was practically fluent. "go home. we will take care of him."

after the whole interaction, you notice them hanging around way more often. and you've notice the man that taunted you to have just....disappeared.

"why worry? he is an asshole. bullying little kids, he should be taught a lesson." one of them told you when you asked. you don't know why you're bold enough to strike up conversations with them, but they've been very nice to you.

maybe a little too nice. paying for your things and even guarding your home. protection, they claim. for the first few days, you were kind of glad they were protecting you from him. but it started to get a little much after a few weeks.

it was every single day. it was unnecessary, but who were you to tell literal yakuza members what to do? so you just let them do whatever they wanted. even if that meant them trailing you around like your personal guard dogs.

so it was a teensy bit awkward when you told them you were going to leave Japan.

"i'm fine now," you tell Ryu, the one that could speak english. "he isn't gonna bother me anymore, plus, i'm finally leaving! i'm moving back to my home country."

his smile drops for a moment. he tilts his head. "what do you mean?"

"i've been here for enough now. especially since that incident," his eye twitches at the mention of the trash they had disposed of. "I'd rather just go home, thanks for looking after me all this time though. I appreciate it."

Ryu stares at you and you think he's going to get mad at you but he smiles. patting your shoulder with his scarred hand. "bummer. but, you have fun back home alright? me and Tanaka's gonna miss you."

you see Tanaka nod, arms crossed in front of his chest. you smile. giving him a tight hug, before walking back to your home.

"we're not gonna let them go just like that right? big bro?" Tanaka asks.

"obviously not. just let 'em think that first. we need to tell the boss the kid's coming home."

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psst. hey. cmere. here's the part two i promised.

[kittrambles]

@ the anon who asked for platonic yandere naga/harpy (i picked naga. duh.) i currently only have the brain cells for a thought dump but i pinkie promise to fully flesh it out :)

okay hold my hand. go on this journey with me. god of the forest, the famed naga deity. supposedly a myth, but turns out to be true and very much real. unfortunately, you have the bad luck of bumping into this lonely deity.

and he is so extremely lonely. he tells you that, moaning about how no human has come and given him offerings for centuries. and how he misses talking to humans because they're just so cute and fun to talk to! and you're no different. in fact you seem a little too young to be traversing in this forest..... do your parents know you're here...... (you're definitely not a child. he's just been alive for too long to understand that.)

and you're... trapped there. he has his tail coiled around your torso, every time you moved even the slightest bit, he tightened it even further. it was a silent warning and you obeyed. hoping to actually be able to get out alive.

after talking your ear off about everything and anything, he finally stops for a moment and sighs. "i'm glad you're here, lil human, no one ever wants to listen to me anymore."

your eye twitches. he's acting like you're here voluntarily. but you just respond with a nervous laugh. "no problem, it has been..... fun. can i go now?"

his eyes lock onto yours, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically serious, unlike a few moments ago. "no. you're mine now."

oh. you're his favorite human now! yay! and of course you're stuck with him forever and ever and ever and ever and

[kittrambles]

I would kill myself if I was stuck in one room lmao. With that I would like to ask how likely would reader be able to do it with Yan hunter?

Love your works!!

i read this so wrong. ahem. anyways.

in terms of being able to commit suicide (which is what i assume this ask is about....) he wouldn't let it happen. i kind of made it a teensy bit hyperbolic at the end, but he would definitely let reader roam around the cabin!! just not. outside of it.

after the whole debacle he is probably never letting reader do. anything on their own!! he is going to watch their every move and reader wont be able to do anything about it. because they fucked up and now they have to pay the consequences right?

also tysm!! im glad u like it :>

[kittrambles]

Kitt, I beg of you, More Platonic Yandere Hunter 💥💥💥💥

If not.....maybe platonic yandere creature of some sort???...naga.... harpy 👀👀👀

(I am legally obsessed with Platonic Yandere content and Also random mythical creatures)

since you asked so nicely

here’s part two?? mayhaps?? and i am also obsessed with mythical creatures trust i’ll write a drabble for platonic yandere naga slash harpy.

here be part one

warnings !! blood, hunter is angy at reader for trying to leave him >:(

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it's been tense.

you've pushed a few buttons with him, you assume, because he hasn't been conversing with you as much. he's much more strict about how often you can take walks outside of his cabin. which you realize that it is extremely deep in the woods, you don't recognize it at all.

he's just become more suffocating now. and you've had it. so even if you're one hundred percent sure that you would get lost if you were to set out on your own without his help, you were going to leave anyways. because putting up with his patronizing behavior was worse than getting lost in the woods.

...maybe. getting lost again would probably suck worse.

you decided to leave when he set out hunting. sometimes he'd leave for the whole day and return with way too much blood staining his clothes and what you assumed to be some kind of animal slung over his shoulder.

at least you hoped it was an animal. being trapped with a potential murderer wouldn't be fun to find out. especially after practically living with him for almost a month.

right. chills run down your spine as you realized how long you really have been in this neck of the woods.

the forest is eerily quiet as you trekked, being mindful of any hidden traps. that you've come to learn was his doing.

("not my fault you're not payin' attention to your surroundings." he says, clearly amused at your anger. you slapped his arm in response to which he just chuckled.)

your head was on a swivel. you've also come to learn that the hunter was way too quiet when he wants to be. he sneaks up on you and laughs at you when you shriek in fear. so you didn't want to be caught and dragged back to the cabin.

because it's happened before. he has literally picked you up and walked back to the cabin. and then you were welcomed back with a lecture about how dangerous the woods are and how dare you walk out without his permission.

it felt like you were talking with your father and not some random stranger that had taken you in.

...holy shit. you underestimated how confusing the forest gets as the sun sets. deja vu slaps you as you remembered how you got stuck here in the first place. injured and dying against a tree.

oh yeah, and very lost.

you were extremely lost when you had stepped in that godforsaken bear trap. and here you were, still lost. you try to remember which tree you had seen before so that you can tell yourself you're making some kind of progress but you knew that you hadn't. every goddamned tree in this forest looked the same.

you wince when your lame foot (still healing. very slowly.) trips against a large rock, almost making you fall on your face. you catch yourself and sigh. you were getting nowhere. this was probably a sign to go back.

a voice bellows, yelling out your name. your name. you flinch and your heart catches in your throat.

ah fuck. he found out you left.

it echoes throughout the forest, feels like it shakes the trees with how loud and angry it was. you curse under your breath as you started to move again, running away. no way in hell were you going back because you fucked up.

he yells for you again, this time somehow his voice sounding louder. you feel less like a human and more like a rabbit running away from a wolf. scampering away, trying its best to outsmart death.

inevitable and haunting.

this time you trip (as if the universe was playing a joke on you.) and fall. landing with a thump against the damp forest floor. the earthy ground not really creating a soft landing for you and you groan in pain from the impact.

you knew your fate. and you don't want to accept it.

you knew that he had found you again.

you hear his footsteps descending upon you. you turn around and see him. panting, seeing as he was hunting you down for a change. he was furious.

"I-- I told you to stay at home. one thing. just be an obedient kid and you couldn't even do that?" his voice is shaking, probably from how angry he was at the discovery of you trying to leave him. taking advantage of his kindness.

"I'm sorry--" you breathe out but he leans in closer and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. his grip is bruising. "I don't care. I thought you were gone. dead."

uncontrollable tears fall down your face as he continues to glare at you. anger clouding his head. "I'm sorry. I really am. p-please sir--" you're sobbing at this point. hands clawing at his to try and let up his grip.

a beat. and he lets up. you slump, the lingering pain from his grip still on your chin. you still cry, waiting for him to kill you, maybe he was finally fed up with you.

but no. he quietly lifts you into his arms, gingerly cradles you to his chest as he walks back to the log cabin you despised.

your room was now padlocked. you were never seeing the light of day again.

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dark. as it should be!!!!

[kittrambles]

Waow… I love the post… Yay… Yippee… It’s so good… Waow… Waow… I love it… Waowie Waow Waow… Yippee… (Genuine this is the only way I can express my emotions on it)

AHAHAHA tysm anon <33 im printing this ask out and putting it on the fridge

[kittrambles]

brainworms about a platonic!yandere hunter that finds you in the woods. injured.

you were regretting every single decision that has led up to this point. your ankle was caught in a bear trap, from what you could tell. it felt like if you moved your foot anymore, the bear trap would slice it clean off.

so yeah. you were stuck in the middle of the woods with no way of getting out. and unfortunately, it was about to nighttime. it just all felt so cliche. like a cheesy horror flick.

it feels like all hope is lost--

footsteps. heavy, like you could feel the vibrations through the forest floor. your heart froze. there wasn't any roads for miles and you were pretty sure you were the only person out in this neck of the woods for miles.

at least. you were sure.

you hear the click of a gun right next to your head and you squeezed your eyes shut. waiting for your death.

"you're fuckin' kiddin' me."

a deep and gruff voice practically growled out. you opened one eye and saw a man. big. a little terrifying when all you can see is nothing. only the silhouette of him.

he bent down near you with a grunt, a warm hand (you never realized how fucking cold it could get at night in the woods.) holds your shoulder.

you want to scream from fear, a strange man was touching you, but all you could think about was the literal bear trap that was still digging in your ankle. "help. please-- my leg." you were practically whimpering from the pain.

you could hear the man sigh, finally noticing the state of your leg. "goddamnit kid." he mutters, reaching down towards your leg. "s'gonna hurt. better brace yourself."

before you could question him, his hands move to grip the bear trap. surely he wasn't going to pry it open with his bare hands.

right?

with a soft grunt, he literally pries it open. the springs squeak and you almost cry from relief when the pressure lets up. you bit down another whimper rising in your throat as you moved your leg from the trap. tears well in your eyes as you let out a shaky sigh.

you can barely hear his questions. oh. you were going to black out. you fall limp in his arms and he maneuvers you so that he's carrying you in his arms.

when you finally come around again, you find yourself in quite a cozy looking log cabin. fleece blankets covering your shoulders were extremely comfortable, so much so that you almost forget about your injury on your ankle.

so when you try to swing your foot from the couch, you scream in pain. your foot was mangled. right. harsh reality and all that. you clutched your leg in pain.

this alerts the man and he almost runs into the room. "what the hell are you doin'?" voice filled with worry.

you blinked away the tears from your eyes as you sniffled. "i wanted to get down and i forgot."

"you forgot your foot is mangled to all hell?" he says incredulously, and you shrug. a sheepish smile apparent on your face. "sorry...?"

"don't tell me that," he moves over to you, kneeling near your foot as he took it in his hand gently. you gulp at how his hand was so large it practically envelops your entire foot. "tell that to your foot."

he inspected it, turning it around slightly. "...bandages are fine. stop movin' around."

"don't have to tell me twice." you mutter, scratching the back of your neck. you watched as he walked off, muttering under his breath as he did.

...how the fuck did you not see this cabin? you had hiked around the forest before, but you had never bumped into him nor this really spacious looking cabin ever. maybe you had walked a little too deep into the forest this time around.

best not to think too much about it.

the night passes on. he comes by with a bowl filled with a (really good) hearty stew that fills your stomach, making you feel tired again. you mutter a tired 'thank you' as you drifted off to sleep. the fire crackling in the fireplace providing heat and comfort for you.

you don't realize that he hasn't.... left. maybe too tired to notice his presence watching over you. he stands uncomfortably close to you. he doesn't know why he brought you in. he doesn't know why he's helped you. bandaged you up. fed you. it was unlike him.

you were supposed to be another body in his basement but. for some reason, he wants to keep you around. alive and breathing, your presence brought something new to his life.

he wants to take care of you. an unfamiliar feeling. but he doesn't hate it. as time passed by and your foot started to heal, the question starts to come up.

"when can i leave?" you have asked him many times, but he's dodged it every single time.

weeks pass and you're fed up. you can kind of walk on your foot, you still have to limp but you could now walk yourself around the cabin. without his help at all.

"see! I can walk! now please lemme go. I promise, I know how to go back home now." you plead but he just shakes his head.

"not good enough. what if animals come an attack you? hm? you can barely run with that foot." he says. dodging. again. you roll your eyes at his 'concern.'

"then help me go home! i'll-- i'll tell you the directions and everything." you suggest. he just stares at you. like you suggested something completely inane.

"no. look, kid. I have other things to worry about. just stay here, isn't it nice livin' here?"

"yes but-"

"then stay here. with me. at least until your foot's completely healed up." he leans down and gives you a peck on your forehead. the first time he has ever done that. you sigh.

something told you he wouldn't let you go even after your foot was completely healed.

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here is a part two if you're interested :>