#dr kry oc

[darkbluekies]

Can I request a one shot with a reader that managed to pick the lock and escape the hospital? (Dr.Kry)

Escaping a madman

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you pick the lock and escape doctor Kry. You don't know that he knows exactly where you live and decides to go get you back.

Warnings: yandere, drugs, obsession, mentions of killing, threats, non consensual kiss, kidnapping

Word count 1.9k

"All tucked in nicely?" he smiles, feeling the duvets with his hands.

You nod.

"Okay, good", the doctor continues. "Alright then, sleep well, Y/N, I will be back in an hour or so to check up on you. If there’s anything you need, just press the button on your bed and I'll be here in a heartbeat."

Doctor Kry thinks it's just one of your normal afternoon naps. If only he knew what you have planned. The very second the door closes behind him, you can hear the lock turning. You sprint up from your bed and over to the desk. You open drawer after drawer with your weak hands, already feeling how your head is spinning with all this movement and fear. Dr Kry could come back any minute if he suspects something and then he'll catch you red handed. Maybe that's why he started locking your door?

You can't take more of him. He's like a parasite that feeds off of you and he doesn't seem like he can get enough. You need to get away before he sews himself together with you.

Gosh, how you miss your family. Dr Kry barely tells you what day it is, so you don't know how long you've been separated. All you know is that it's too long.

You rummage through the small drawers until you find a paperclip. If you bend it enough, maybe you can use it as a lockpick?

You don't wait to find out. Quickly, you run to the door and insert the little metal stick into the keyhole. You poke around, trying to find the right trigger. Something has to be pressed to unlock the door.

You sit there for a good ten minutes before the lock gives in and clicks open. With a small, relieved smile, you open the door. You sneak out into the corridor, carefully looking around. You've barely left your room since you've come here. The only times you've been let out has been by Dr Kry’s side (and the few times you managed to run down to the cafeteria). The cafeteria is close to the entrance, right where you have to be. You know the way down to the cafeteria wonderfully.

You decide to take the elevator. Less people will see you that way. You only need once glance in the elevator mirror to grow cold. If you've ever seen a walking zombie, that'd be it. This hospital has turned you into a living dead.

As soon as the box you're in stops moving and the doors open, you brace yourself. Be quick, unnoticeable and brave. Don't stop if anyone asks you something … and if Doctor Kry sees you … run for dear life. He has to be the reason why you're looking and feeling like you do. Thankfully, no one seems tk bat an eye. Everyone is so busy with their own things that no one seems to see the person walking out the entrance in a hospital gown. Your heart is beating in your throat. Bare feet touch the asphalt and you gulp. You're free! You're outside! The fresh breeze caresses your body, welcoming you out, congratulating you for finally escaping.

Tears run down your cheeks as you run over to the payphone in the middle of the parking lot. You have to call your parents and have them pick you up before Dr Kry realizes that you're gone. Only problem? You don't have any coins. Desperately, you look around and find that someone must have dropped there on the ground. You pick up the two shiny coins and push them into the slot. Fingers shaking as you press the number buttons. A few signals pass by before it breaks off.

"Hello?" a familiar voice says.

"Mom!" you breathe out, near tears again.

"Y/N?! H-How are you feeling, you haven't let us see you-"

"No, it wasn't me, I promise. I-Ill tell you everything, just please come pick me up! Hurry!"

"I'll be there soon."

And so she hung up. You sink down on the asphalt and start to bawl. Feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Hearing your mothers voice again, being outside, about to be picked up, being noticed by doctor Kry … it'll end your poor heart.

Fifteen minutes feel like two years. Your mom's car finally slides into the parking lot with a screech and is close to hitting another car. It stops right in front of you. Your mother jumps out without bothering to close the door behind her. She throws herself over you and you cling onto the woman as if this is the last time you'll ever see her. The familiar smell is hypnotizing, it makes you think of a better time, a time that feels so long ago. It's summer now and when you went into the hospital the snow was falling heavily from the gray sky. Either it's been a year and a half or six months. It feels more like the first alternative, but your mom hasn't changed at all, so you believe it's only been a couple of months.

She brings you into the car while asking a million different questions. You answer them all, but your body starts to lose the adrenaline. You slump back into the seat. Normally, you would be sleeping at this time and your body has adapted to your different nap times.

As soon as you come back to your childhood home, an immense feeling of exhaustion washes over you. You're home, you're finally safe.

You want to tell your family everything that has happened, but you think that you're going to faint if you don't get to sleep in your own bed again. They help you up to the second floor and place you gently into the bed. Everything around you is as you remember it. It smells like it usually smells, it looks like it usually looks and it feels like it usually does. You're home.

A weird noise wakes you up. Something sounding like a door creaking open. You open your eyes, but to your surprise, you can't see anything! You must have slept longer than planned. The moon is up outside your window.

You look around, noticing a figure in the darkness. As you're about to gasp, a hand slaps over your mouth. Only by the scent, you're able to identify the person.

"Shh, my little one", Dr Kry whispers and holds his other finger over his lips. "If you make any noise I'll kill them."

You don't have to ask who he means. Terrified, you shake your head as quickly as you can. He sighs, looking down into your pleading eyes.

"Why did you have to run away, hm?" he says sadly. "It was supposed to be the two of us. Don't you understand how scared I got when I walked into your room and saw that you weren't there? I looked at the security footage and you and so sheepishly walked out! I knew that you'd go here. You missed your family so much, didn't you, little one?"

Tears start to run down your cheeks, flooding down on his hand.

"Don't cry", Dr Kry whispers and bends down to lean his forehead on yours. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll remove my hand, okay? Remember that if you make any noise, I'll kill your parents. You don't want that, do you?"

You shake your head just as quickly again.

"Good", he whispers and removes his hand.

Your bottom lip trembles tremendously and you're about to let out a sob, but you bite your lip to prevent it.

"You're so pretty", Dr Kry whispers.

You shake your head. You saw your reflection in the mirror. Whatever he's done to you, it's anything but pretty.

"Yes, you are", he whispers and cups your cheeks softly.

His cold hands make you shiver. You pray that this is a nightmare. A side effect from the lack of drugs he's given you. But his touch, his breath, it's all too real.

Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You gasp and stare at him, too shocked to push him off.

Dr Kry pulls back and picks up something from his pocket. You notice how he's not wearing his doctor clothes. He's wearing a sand colored jean jacket and a pair of jeans. You can't tell what he picks up from his pocket, but it looks like a cloth.

"Take a big breath", he urges and presses it to your face, covering both mouth and nose. "Come on, sweetheart. Can’t you do that for me?"

You start to turn your head back and forth, but you can't escape his claws. The cloth follows your every move. You hold your breath and glare at him. He seems to be as calm as ever. He knows that you’ll have to breathe sooner or later. You can’t win. When you can't hold your breath anymore you're forced to breathe it in whether you like it or not. A dizzy sensation enters your brain, numbing it.

"There we go", he cooes. "What a good little thing you are, darling. Big breaths, good job. Don't be scared, when you wake up, you'll be where you belong again and we can pretend that this never happened."

The last thing you see is Doctor Kry’s blue eyes staring right into yours.

When you wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes. The groggy feeling in your head is making everything harder. You can’t seem to move or think. With half open eyes, you look around, finding that you’re back in the hospital. You lift your hands to rub your eyes, but your right hand stops. You look down. He’s handcuffed it to the side of the bed! In panic, you start to move your hand, hoping to get out of it.

The bathroom door opens and Dr Kry comes out, fixing his white lab coat. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. He smiles slightly.

“Oh, darling, don’t look so scared”, he says and nods at your cuffed wrist. “I had to do that to make sure you don’t go rummaging through my drawers again. If you can pick the door lock with a paperclip, I don’t want to know what more you can do.”

“L-Let me go!” you shout.

“No, I won’t.” He sits down on the side of the bed, right by your knees. “You need me as much as I need you … it’s just a matter of time before you realize that. You’re sick, Y/N, you can’t be out in the large world. Don’t you see that I’m protecting you? You need me to protect you. You can’t survive without me.”

“I hate you. You’re such a piece of shit!”

“You’re just frightened. I know you don’t hate me. You like me when I’m nice and I’ll be just as nice as you want me to be, but then you need to be a good little patient and not run around when you’re not supposed to. Promise me that you’ll never try to run away again. I didn’t touch your parents this time, but if you ever try again, I’ll burn down their house. Remember, Y/N, I’m good at making murders look like accidents.”

“No …”

“Yes. Promise me now. Promise that you’ll stay here for the rest of your little life and that you’ll never try to leave me again. Promise me.”

“I can’t …”

“I know where you live, I know where all of your friends live-”

“I promise! I promise to n-never leave you again. Please, just let everyone be. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let everyone else be!”

Dr Kry smiles cockily and kisses your forehead. You shiver and close your eyes. Can you ever escape this madman?

[kryssinth]

I love this man sm. I want him to just kidnap me and lock me in his mansion please I dont want to go to school and make websites PLEASE SAVE ME😭😭😭😭😭

Poor man has dark circles under his eyes. He's such a little bby🥺

Also I tried some different look (just for my own pleasure uwu)

THIS CHARACTER IS NOT MINE! This is just fanart of a character made by @darkbluekies ! Go and check out their work!

(Literally dr kry is the only thing keeping me sane 😃😃😃😃)

[krystahalume2015]

About Krys

Ok.. just playing around here...Wanted to just post some more facts About Krysta the muse/oc for this blog..

so here we are..

On Family:     It goes with out saying that this is important to her. Of all the cultures in the galaxy the only one that MIGHT top Coreillia in the importance of family is Mandolorian. But its a tough call.      On Corellia families are large, encompassing and loving and very loyal to one another. Those family values leaked into everything from trading culture to the one time rearing of jedi younglings.  Adoptions and fosterings are VERY common. Corellian’s hate the thought of a child being orphaned, and will readily adopt stray/kids  that they find that need love and family. Blood is not so much important as love.      All that being said means that a girl who is a product of that world values her family VERY highly. She would, and in all actuality did die to protect them. Star, Aiden, and ezra are her three brothers and there isn’t anything in the galaxy that could convince her to love them other wise.  Her Dragons are also part of her family and she would fight to protect them too. 

On Finances: 

     This is a strange subject to her. As one of the last two sicons of the halcyon family , which were not poor,   Krys grew up with pretty much all of her needs met. It never occurred to her for the whole time she lived alone with her guardian, that there were people out there that didn’t have what they needed to live. That all changed the day she joined the rebellion, and it was driven home when she met Ezra, Star and Aiden. 

      Boys that grew up with no home. Boys that were deliberately starved and tormented by the teacher/stepfather that should have loved them most. Other children that had nothing. Seeing all of this, and what’s more being an empath and feeling all of it affected her even tho she probably never mentioned it to a soul. 

      most of the money from her family is still on corellia if she ever was to need it. However the money that she gets now she either saves or uses to help fund the rebellion. As a member of the medical corps she does get paid, typically she saves a lil and then puts the rest back into the supply funds for the medical staff. 

Socially and romantically :        She’s 17. At that wonderful age when love makes almost NO SENSE. And socializing makes even less. 

       Thankfully Krys has such a sweet and loving nature she gets alone with just about anyone. This is also due to the fact that she can feel what other people feel emotionally and really doesn’t like upsetting them because it feels rotten all the way around. Tho she knows being happy all the time is an impossibility, she likes to encourage it and when people she loves are up set or un happy she will, check on them, Fuss and worry until she can find a way to help. 

      romantically, well .. she THOUGHT she loved Ezra. But as that turned out it was more of a crush and puppy love than anything real. Their relationship has changed to one of deep friendship/sibling status. She can tell that what he feels for sabine is much more genuine  and encourages him to pursue that relationship if it truly makes her “little brother” happy.

    as for her self, well there are a  lot of great guys in the rebellion. If the force wants her to find one for her self then she will. 

Phyiscally:

    Lately the poor thing has had a few problems. Having an immune system that grew up isolated from the whole damm galaxy means that if there is a cold out there.. She WILL catch it. Healer or not. 

    Its not been as bad lately, she had a bad one a while back but it passed quickly thankfully. 

     Her main problem is that she tends to over work. most of the time she will not even realize she is tired and has to be chased to bed by her boss Dr. Walsh, who is head of the medical corps. She also knows that using her healing abilities to help others does effect her, making her tired and exhausted, but her first instinct is to help people. And while she can, unlike jedi of the old order that had years of training on how to handle this, she’s having to learn as she goes and can wear out very quickly because she’s still learning her limits. Lately her abilities have been increasing which has led to her loosing control of her empathy a bit and having strange dreams, caused either as visions or by stress. 

      a few times the doctor has had to call in reinforcements to make her behave. Meaning she was hauled back to her room by one or more of the boys. But its slowly becoming better. 

    appearance wise shes changed almost as much as ezra. The slight frame and build have changed to something a bit more mature, meaning her figure has begun to develop. Durring a fight her long hair was as she put it “Mercilessly massacred by that SOB with whom i have the misfortune to share genetics with!” Translation, it got singed by a light saber in a fight and she had to cut her braid off. So now she is sporting a jagged pixie cut.  Her shirt got trashed, Well ok not trashed but her dragon rock’ wouldn’t give it back, because of the same fight. So she has foregone it in favor of a white shirt and her guardians reworked CorSec jacket. She still wears her grey fatigue pants and boots. 

The Rebellion: 

   Its cause, is her cause. She has dedicated her life to helping it now. Everyone she loves is doing the same and she could do no less with her life. 

Being a Jedi: 

    It’s what she is. Plain and simple this is what she was born and bred to do. The blood running through her wouldn’t let her do anything else. With three of her own trials passed and two more still ahead of her, the path will be anything but easy. But she believes she will accomplish this goal. 

[darkbluekies]

Teddy Bear

Yandere!doctor OC x Y/N (reader) Christmas special

Summary: you can't leave the hospital for Christmas, so your very own yandere doctor decides to make it special in your room. But he seems to have darker thoughts behind the sweet gifts.

Warnings: mentions of drugs(?), loneliness, toxins, obsessive behavior

You're too weak to leave the bed nowadays. The toxins spreading in your room from the air purifier has doubled to refrain you from leaving the hospital for Christmas. Thanks to your state, he can tell your loved ones not to visit you either. Win-win. He refuses to let you spend the holidays with your family.

He's noticed that you've been very quiet since you got to know about the holiday plans changing.

You look out the window at the snowflakes falling from the sky. They look so gracious. You want to be out in it. It's Christmas eve. You should be at home, not here.

The hospital is almost empty except the patients that aren't allowed to leave. You being one of them.

Of course, Dr Kry is here as well.

A gentle knock on the door catches your attention.

"Hi, Y/N", Dr Kry says softly as he enters your room. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas ..."

You tense in his presence. Suspicious eyes follow him to the bed. He pulls out a stool and sits down next to you. In his hands is a pretty large wrapped present. You can't help your curiosity spreading.

"I got you a little something", he smiles and places it on your legs, over your white blanket. "I thought it'd make you a little happier."

You don't touch the gift even if you'd very much like to. Terrified of making the smallest mistake. You know what a madman Dr Kry is.

"What are you waiting for?" Dr Kry smiles. "Go on. Open it!"

That's the signal you've been waiting for. You rip of the paper as quickly as your weak hands let you. Something fuzzy meets your fingers. You open it and pick up a teddy bear with shiny, black eyes and warm smile on his little face. You don't know why, but your eyes fill with tears. It's not alive, but you still feel like it'll be a great companion in this lonely place. You wipe your tears quickly and thank the doctor quietly. If only you knew how much tranquilizer Dr Key stuffed that teddy bear with, maybe you shouldn't have thanked him. It'll keep you calm, keep you ... asleep.

"There's something more", Dr Kry smiles.

You reach into the box again and pick up a book. It's one that you haven't read before.

"I asked the lady in the book store for tips", the doctor smiles. "She said that a lot of people like that one. Have you read it?"

You shake your head and start to feel how heavy your eyelids start to become.

"I can read it for you", Dr Kry offers and takes it out of your hands. "Do you want that?"

You nod and yawn. Dr Kry smiles. He starts to read it aloud for you with a calm, lulling voice. You fall asleep after two pages. The doctor smiles and puts the book on your bedside table before giving your forehead a kiss and walking out. He locks your door behind him. No one but him should see you when you're this cute.

[darkbluekies]

ARHGGG I KNOW ITS LATE. BUT IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT VALENTINES DAY WITH DR KRYYYYY

“Do you like me too?”

Doctor!yandere OC x reader Valentine special

Summary: Your very own doctor decides to try to make Valentine's in the hospital special for you. And for once, you're finally let outside and Dr Kry can pretend that you're a real couple.

Warnings: none really!

Word count: 1k

[I spedwrote this, im going to bed now]

Today’s a day like every other. You wake up in your bed with nothing to do. It doesn’t even register that it’s valentine's day. Why would you care? You don’t have anyone and you can’t go out on a date. 

Dr Kry has been out all morning in search of perfect gifts for you. He’s gotten flowers, chocolate, a new book and a green sweatset for you. 

When you wake up from your first nap, Dr Kry is back with the gifts in a paper bag. 

“Good morning, Y/N”, he smiles and sits down on his rolling stool. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like normal”, you mumble. “I’m never getting better.”

“Don’t be so sad. Look, I got you gifts!”

He fixes the pillow behind your back and places the paper bag on your legs. You åick up the chocolate box first and give him a wide smile. 

“I love chocolate!” you burst out. 

Dr Kry smiles fondly. You’re so cute. 

You pick up the red roses too and take a sniff. Sadly, you have lost a lot of your smell, but you can imagine how sweet their scent is. You look around, trying to find a vase. 

“I need water to put them in”, you say. 

“I’ll get a vase for you”, Dr Kry says and takes the flowers out of your hands. “They’re beautiful, right?”

“I love them.”

You pick up the book he got you. 

“You haven’t read that, right?” he asks. “Would be a shame if you have.”

“I haven’t”, you say. “It looks good. Can you read it for me tonight?”

“Of course I can. I have one more thing for you in the bag. Take a look.”

“You shouldn’t have got me so much. I don’t have anything for you.”

“You don’t have to. I like your quality time more than material goods. If I get to read for you, that’s enough of a gift for me. Look at the last thing now!” 

You pick up a pair of sage green sweatpants and a hoodie in the same color. 

“The hospital gown you’re wearing is very thin”, Dr Kry explains. “I’m sure you’re cold. This will give you some warmth.”

You look at the things you’ve gotten as your eyes tear up. Not even your last partner was as sweet as Doctor Kry.

“Thank you so much”, you smile. “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to, don’t worry about it”, Dr Kry smiles. 

“Can I give you a hug?”

He nods and leans over to wrap you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck and he wishes that you could suffocate him. He hugs you close to his heart, enjoying the feeling of your body in his arms. 

“You should dress in the new clothes”, Dr Kry smiles. “Then you can sit and eat chocolate while I read for you.”

He helps you change into the sweatset. Oh, you’re so cute in the clothes. 

“WHat do you want for dinner?” Dr Kry asks. “I can go out and buy something special for you.”

“I want to come with you”, you say. “I want McDonald’s.”

“It’s not safe for you.”

“We can go through the drive through. I can be in the car. Please? It’s just for half an hour.”

Dr Kry sighs and nods, giving in. 

“Now lean back and grab some chocolate”, he says and picks up the book. “Here’s chapter one.”

You hug your teddy bear and take a piece of the chocolate. Dr Kry starts to read and you listen closely. 

That evening, Dr Kry dresses you in his coat and holds his arm around your shoulders. You’re wearing the sweatset he got you and his large coat. Being in a car again makes you jump up and down in the elevator. 

“I want mozzarella sticks!” you grin. “What are you going to get?”

“I don’t know”, Dr Kry says. “Maybe chicken nuggets.”

He leads you through the lobby, out to the parking lot. The sky is filled with wonderful little stars. 

“Look!” you say and breathe out. “My breath fogs!”

Dr Kry imitates you and points at the fog that exits his own. 

“Mine do too”, he smiles.

“Ah, it’s been such a long time since that happened …”

Dr Kry smiles and takes your hand. He leads you over to a white car in a protective hold, making sure that none of the people in the parking lot comes close to you. The second you see his car, you want to laugh. Of course it’s white. He opens the front seat door and straps you in as if you were a child before walking over to the driver’s seat. 

“Is this your car?” you ask and look around. 

“Yes, it is”, he smiles, turning on the engine. 

“I like it.”

Dr Kry smiles. His heart is beating oh, so hard. He feels so dizzy. This is literally a date! He’s on a date with you! You’re so cute, sitting there all innocently in the seat beside him. Your face lights up thanks to the streetlights. 

“I like car rides”, you admit. 

“You like a lot”, Dr Kry smiles. “Do you like me too?”

“You’re a good doctor. I’m happy I have you.”

His heart explodes then and there. 

You reach the McDonald’s restaurant and go in the drive through. Dr Kry gives the radio your order while you sit beside him. You look so cute in his coat. He gets filled with primal, almost animalistic tendencies. The feeling of wanting to kill something cute. You get to hold the bag in your lap as he drives back to the hospital. 

When you come back to your room, you jump onto your bed and pull up your fries. You hold out some fries to your dear doctor and he takes them carefully, blushing slightly. And there you sit for the rest of the evening, with your burger in one hand and some chocolate in the other while your doctor reads to you. Not a very bad Valentine’s after all. 

[darkbluekies]

☁️ hi im back LOL hope im not being too much of a bother or something. can we have random dr kry headcanons... it can literally be anything like what he eats at lunch or maybe what he does when his darling's asleep!

[Haha, of course you're not!! I haven't done a headcanon before, but I've been looking around for inspiration so I hope this is good <3]

Dr Kry headcanon: normal day

yandere!doctor x reader

Warnings: mentions of drugs

Dr Kry doesn't sleep much because he needs to keep an eye on you 24/7.

He most likely definitely has a caffeine addiction to make up for his lack of sleep.

Dr Kry lives in the hospital's dormitory to stay close to you, just in case something would happen for you to need him.

When he gets himself ready for work at 4am in his dimly lit room, his thoughts consist of you.

He gets himself a black coffee and makes his way up to your room.

He reaches your room at 4:25am and unlocks your door quietly.

Dr Kry takes his daily look at your air purifier to make sure it's not generating too much and has bought a little stick that shows him how toxic your air really is — he can't let your air kill you.

You usually wake up at 5am thanks to how badly you are feeling.

Dr Kry is right by your side when you wake up, sitting on the side of your bed with his coffee in his hands.

He leaves you for ten minutes to get you some breakfast from the cafeteria.

Whatever you don't eat, he takes — not because he's hungry (the coffee has ruined his appetite by now) but because your saliva is on the food.

He sits with you until lunch time, passing time by playing games, reading, watching movies and taking some tests on your vitals.

The times he has to look after other patients make him pissed, but he can't say anything about it in case he wants to keep his job.

Around 12pm, he brings you and himself some food — you get tomato soup and bread and he gets himself a chicken salad.

You take a nap after lunch and he takes the chance to go to the hospital's gym.

Dr Kry is a pretty buff guy although he doesn't eat much, he makes up for it with protein bars and shakes.

When the sweat is dripping down into his eyes, he stops and goes to take a shower.

Usually, he takes care of another patient before you wake up.

But when you do wake up, you better be ready for his undivided attention.

At 6pm, he brings you both dinner — you get the same thing: some kind of meat (or subsitute if you're vegetarian/vegan) and potatoes with vegetables.

Whatever you don't eat, he does.

You usually go to bed early since your body is weak and everything in your body hurts — usually between 8pm and 10pm.

When you've fallen asleep, Dr Kry leaves your room again to check up on some work that he misses out on by babysitting you.

When the clock strikes midnight, he walks up to you to check on his wonderful darling one last time before making his way down to the dormitory again.

He can't wait until he gets to see you again in a few hours.

[darkbluekies]

Toxic spring breeze

Yandere!doctor OC x reader (y/n)

Summary: you ask the doctor to go outside for a little while. He grants you the wish, but quickly realizes that it was a bad idea.

Warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, poisoning, slight hint at suggestive stuff(?), jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

The sun shines through the curtains. You're shoving spoonful after spoonful of Mac N cheese into your mouth with your gaze fixed on the treetop outside.

"Good morning, Y/N-", Dr Kry says as he enters.

You cut him off. "Can I go out today?"

The doctor halts in his steps with a surprised yet confused frown on his face.

"Why would you want that?" he asks. "What made you think of that?"

"It's so nice outside!" you say and point at the window. "It looks really nice."

"Y/N …"

"Please, doctor. Just for a few minutes. Maybe the fresh air will make me feel better."

That's what he's scared of. If you ever found out about your poisoned air purifier, you'd never be able to love him.

"Can't we just open the window?" Dr Kry asks.

"It's not the same", you pout. "I want to move my body."

"I can book out the hospital gym-"

"Doctor!"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I want to go out!"

He sighs and runs his hand through his blonde hair. For a few seconds, he thinks about what to do, contemplating the outcomes.

You get out of your bed and walk over to him. Your doe eyes that he finds irresistible meet his.

"Please", you plead. "I'd really appreciate it. I won't ask for anything else for the rest of the week. I'll stay in my room at all times."

Dr Kry sighs and nods. "Alright, fine. I'll let you out in the hospital's yard."

"Thank you so much!"

You're about to hug him, but back away at the last moment. He is not your friend, although he's been nice. He's your … caretaker. There should be some professionalism between the two of you.

"You can't walk outside in that hospital dress", Dr Kry says.

"But I don’t have any other clothes …"

Dr Kry smiles. Perfect.

"Don't worry", he says. "I have some for you. Wait here, okay?"

You nod. He disappears only to return with a black, sophisticated coat.

"Arms out", he orders.

You listen. He places the coat over your body and fixes the buttons for you. With a satisfied smile he nods for you to walk over to the door. He thinks you look oh so adorable in his clothes. So little and helpless.

"Come here, Y/N", he says, showing you to the elevators. "Let's not take the stairs. You're not that strong."

"That's mean …"

He presses the ground floor button. "I don't mean it in a hurtful way, dear. I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I want to start working out so I can get stronger. I want to go home."

Dr Kry gulps. Not those thoughts again. He'll have to make your air worse to make you weaker. Hopefully, it won't affect you too much.

"Yeah … maybe we can … arrange that", he mumbles and clears his throat.

You look at yourself in the elevator mirror.

"Oh …", you say sadly, fingers touching your cheek. "I look horrible …"

"What?" Dr Kry says in shock. How could you ever say that about yourself? "No, you don't!"

"Ever since I got into the hospital my skin has been dull and gotten a weird dead hue."

"I think you look good."

"My eyes … they look so different. Why do they look dead too?"

"Y/N, it's all in your head. You look perfect, I promise."

You give him the most beautiful doe eyes that makes him melt. He wants to take you in his arms and show you how beautiful you are to him … but that isn’t deemed professional. He has to restrain himself.

You step out of the elevator when you reach the ground floor. Dr Kry puts his hand on your back and directs you out through the main entrance without anyone disturbing you. He takes you out to the hospital's garden — a place where patients can relax with a bit of fresh air. You shiver at the fresh air and Dr Kry contemplates bringing you inside again. The very thought of having you outside in the while terrifies him.

“You’ve gotten some fresh air now, let's go inside again”, Dr Kry says.

“No!” you whine and point at a green wooden bench. “I want to sit on that bench for a while.”

“Fine.”

He brings you over to the bench and you sink down on the cold surface. You breathe in and out with a small smile on your face while the doctor besides you looks around. He notices how people's gazes are sticking onto you. Clueless patients who might find you interesting and nurses who wonder why they’re not allowed to see you anymore. Everyone’s eyes are enemies, threats.

“I feel better”, you say. “Maybe I should go out more often?”

Dr Kry curses under his breath. This was a stupid decision, he shouldn’t have brought you out here. Your coughing brings his attention back to you. The change in air must have made your throat drier than a dessert.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Dr Kry asks worriedly. “Should we go inside?”

You shake your head. “I need … I need water.”

“Let’s go inside and get you a glass.”

You shake your head. He never lets you go out. You’re scared that if you go inside with him again, you won’t go out for another six months. Dr Kry sighs and decides to run inside and get you a water bottle from the cafeteria.

“Stay here, okay?” Dr Kry says. “You have to stay here, do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes, I get it”, you answer and curl up in his coat. “I’ll stay here.”

“Good …”

He sets off, heart burning in his chest. You cough again, your head starts feeling light and you lie down on the bench to rest. Everything's spinning.

"Oh miss, are you alright?" a nurse asks and walks over to you. She lifts up your head gently to get a good view of you. "What happened?"

"My head …", you mumble.

"You had a doctor with you, where'd he go?"

"He went to get some water for me … he'll be back soon."

"I'll supervise you until he comes back."

She lets you rest your head in her lap for some support. You're waiting for whatever’s going on to end. Minute by minute, the ability to breathe starts slipping out of your hands. Why can't you breathe?

"What the fuck is going on?" you hear a strained voice ask through gritted teeth.

You freeze and lift up your heavy head to see Dr Kry stand over you and the nurse. Without thinking, you reach for the water bottle. Instead, Dr Kry pulls you up by the limb with such force that you're up and flying. He catches you with one arm and holds you secure to his chest. You lean your heavy heart on him and hear how his hammering heart beats across his ribs.

"Don't touch my patient without my consent", Dr Kry hisses. "Mind your own fucking patients."

Before the woman can answer, Dr Kry has set off. You're pulled along like a rag doll in his possession. This reminds you of that boy that escaped his therapist …

"Doctor", you cough. "Water."

He stops abruptly and looks at you with blank eyes. The clear air is drying up the poison that has created a layer over your throat. He contemplates giving the bottle to you. As angry as he is, he can't be mad at you. You haven't done anything wrong. You can never do anything wrong. He sighs and places you down on a bench near the hospital's entrance.

"How are you feeling, pretty?" Dr Kry asks softly. "You don't look too well. We should go back to your room where you're safe."

Your shaky hands reach for the water bottle. His heart bubbles at the sight of you in his big coat, weakly reaching for him. He smiles darkly and opens the water bottle.

"Open your mouth, pretty", he says smugly.

You obey. He holds one hand softly on your jaw to make sure you won't turn your head and spill water all over yourself. Carefully and with precision, he pours a stream of water into your mouth. The plastic touches your lips.

"Better?" he asks.

You nod. "A little. What happened?"

Dr Kry sits down next to you, his eyes wandering over the parking lot.

"I think you're allergic to fresh air", he says.

"How can someone be like that?" you ask in disbelief.

He fights the urge to grimace and roll his eyes. "Okay, not fresh air particularly because that'd be insane … but something in the air. Your air in your room is made perfectly for you, you've gotten used to it. Now that you breathe air that contains all kinds of pollution and pollen and what not, your lungs can't take it."

You curl up inside his coat in fear. If you can't breathe fresh air, how will you ever leave the hospital? And this moment with the nurse reminds you so much of that situation with that boy. You remember what Dr Kry told you happened to him afterwards. Desperate for something to hold, to feel something, you take his big hand. He flinches and looks down at your smaller hand trying to take a grip on his bigger one.

"I'm scared", you admit.

Dr Kry strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

"You don't need to be afraid, darling", he murmurs. "You don't need to do anything, don't even need to fill your pretty little head with thoughts. I'll think for you. All you need to think about is to rest, okay?"

You nod. He holds the water bottle to your lips again and you gulp it down. The doctor moves his eyes to your throat, watching it move with every gulp. Mesmerized, he doesn't realize that you're done. You push his hand away and he flinches, coming back to reality. His coat,your chin and a bit of your hair is drenched in water.

"Are you trying to drown me?" you cough.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" Dr Kry apologizes and closes the bottle. "Let me help you back in."

He pulls you up and places his arm around your shoulder as he leads you into the hospital again. The twenty minutes outside has drained your body of the little energy you have nowadays.

"Doctor", you say quietly as you enter the elevator.

"Yes?" he answers.

"I'm tired."

"I know, sweetheart. You'll get to sleep soon."

Dr Kry helps you back into your room and tucks you in. He closes the curtains and makes sure the poisoned air purifier is turned on.

"I'll see you in an hour", he smiles. "By then I'll have some snacks for you."

"Chocolate?"

"Your favorites."

You smile weakly. Dr Kry smiles and leaves the room. As you fall asleep, he makes his way through the corridors. The very same bottle you drank from now grace his lips as he tries to get any taste from you. He thinks back of that nurse. He knows exactly where she works and who her patients are. Dr Kry smiles for himself. She won't have any patients for long. And when the boss notices … she will no longer have a job. That's what she gets for touching his darling.

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry with a male darling who ended up in the hospital because of an attempt (feel free to ignore if it’s triggering, just want some fluff <3)

Hold my heart

Doctor!yandere OC x male!reader

Summary: Dr Kry is meeting a new patient and learns about the night he's had. Dr Kry decides to take him under his wing and protect him forever.

Warnings: mentions of: blood, cutting, self-harm, depression, self blame, interpretation of suicideI've tried to not be too heavy on the dark themes and tried to make it a bit comforting, I don't know how that worked out though

[I want to say that if anyone who's reading this somehow relates to it, everything will be better eventually. Please reach out to someone trustworthy. You're deserving of so much.]

It's late at night. Usually, Dr Kry would be home sleeping by now, but he's been called in for an emergency. A young man who's tried to harm himself is currently sitting in his office.

Dr Kry hurries through the halls to reach his office. He's holding papers containing the young man's information in his hands. 

You look up as the doctor enters. You take a quick scan over him. He looks like everything you want to be. Healthy, strong … satisfied with life. Maybe if you were like him you wouldn't have tried …

"Y/N, hello", the man smiles softly and holds out his hand. "I'm Dr Kry."

"Hi", you almost whisper, taking his large hand in yours.

The shake is firm, making you feel even smaller.

"How are you feeling?" Dr Kry wonders.

"I don't know", you answer quietly. 

"Your family is worried about you, you know."

"Yeah …"

Dr Kry looks at you from head to toe. You don’t look any different from the young men he usually meet. Everyone who comes in here usually have the same look in their eyes.

"Will you let me see your arms?" he asks carefully.

You don't answer. Dr Kry notices how you start to pull your limbs closer to your body and avoid eye contact and decides to back off. 

"You're safe in here, Y/N", the doctor says gently. "The ER nurses were stressful, I understand. I'm not. I'm patient and I will wait until you're ready."

You feel a bit at ease. The nurses were ripping your bloody arms left to right to examine and care for. They put them on display for everyone to see. You've never felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. All of your insecurities and pain were put on a show and tell for whoever wanted to see. You could have been naked and you wouldn’t have felt as exposed as you did. 

Your arms are now covered in stale bandage that you are hiding underneath the purple hoodie. You can still see a trace of the nights deeds on your hands, but you ignore it. 

You two sit there in silence for what feels like hours. Most likely it's only been thirty minutes. Dr Kry sits by his desk, doing some paperwork while you play with your fingers and the hem of your hoodie. 

"What do you like to do, Y/N?" he asks without looking away from the papers.

"Not much", you answer quietly.

"What did you used to like?"

"Drawing, maybe."

"Drawing? What did you draw?"

You shrug, still avoiding eye contact.

"I'd love to see your drawings someday", Dr Kry smiles and meets your eyes.

Normally, blue eyes can be intense, but these are somehow warm despite their cold color.

You yawn.

"Are you tired?" the doctor asks and glances at the smartwatch on his wrist. "Well, the clock’s already two am. Why don't you come with me to a hospital room? You can stay there for the night and we can talk a bit more tomorrow."

You find yourself nodding. Dr Kry stands up and holds out his hand to you. You blink in surprise. 

“I can lead you”, Dr Kry says. “You don’t have to take my hand if you don’t want to.”

Weirdly enough, you take his hand. His last grip on it had made you feel a bit at ease, as if the storming world around you could be controlled by his hands. Dr Kry gives you a soft and gentle smile as he takes you through the corridor. He can feel his heart swell and his body shiver at the touch of you. 

“I like your hoodie”, Dr Kry says, trying to spark up a conversation to learn more about you. “Is that a band you like on the front?”

“Yeah …”, you mumble. “It’s their logo.”

You feel worse about your hoodie getting soaked in blood than your arms taking the initial hit. 

“Do you like music?” the doctor continues and opens the elevator door. 

You nod. Dr Kry sighs and takes another look at you. He has dealt with these kinds of situations before, but he’s never felt this … bad.

He takes you to a hospital room a few floors up. While you stand against the wall, he fixes the bed for you. 

“I’ll be with you all night”, Dr Kry promises. “To make sure that you don’t do anything else to yourself.”

You meet his eyes again. He looks so genuine that it aches in your heart. He’ll stay up to watch you? He’ll protect you from the bad thoughts in your head? He’ll sacifice sleep just for you? Your eyes fill with tears as your legs lose their strenght. Falling down into a sitting position with your back against the wall and hiding your eyes into the pals of your hands. Dr Kry hurries over and squats down in front of you, holding his large hands on your shoulders. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. “What happened?”

“N-Nothing”, you sob. “Just- … thank you, doctor.”

Dr Kry relaxes and smiles slightly. He lets his hand run through your hair in an attempt to comfort your fragile being. 

“Of course, Y/N”, he says quietly, comfortingly. “I’ll be here for you.”

“Do you blame me?” you sob and look up to meet his blue eyes.

He doesn’t need to ask about what he should blame you for, he knows. 

“Of course I don’t”, Dr Kry says with a soft smile. “I can tell that you’re a good boy. I don’t think you’re a bad person. How can I blame a good heart?”

“B-But … my arms-”

“Your arms are going to heal. And so will both your heart and your mind. It just takes time, okay?”

You nod and sob again. Dr Kry leans forward and embraces you in a protective hug. Your entire body is shaking in his hold and wettening his white lab coat, but he doesn’t care. You feel so right in his arms. He thinks it’s such a shame that you have to be tortured by the demons who have settled in your mind. 

“I shouldn’t feel like this”, you sob against his shoulder. “I-I don’t have anything to be upset about! T-There are others who have it worse … who have a reason to … to be sad.”

“That doesn’t make your pain any less invalid”, Dr Kry promises you. “You ended up here. That’s enough evidence for me to know that you need help.”

“I just did it to … to get someone’s attention. I-I’m not sick … I’m just … a bad person. I’m just bothering everyone, aren’t I? Such an attention seeker …”

“You’re not. If you would have done all of this for attention, then you’re not well.” Dr Kry pulls back to look at your tearstained face. “You are allowed to feel sad, Y/N. You’re allowed to be mad, to be upset, to be depressed. It doesn’t matter how great your life is otherwise, you’re still allowed to feel this.”

You nod and hug him tighter. Finally someone understands. Finally someone is on your side. 

Dr Kry pulls you up on your now unsteady legs and leads you over to the bed. He tucks you in and sits down on his rolling stool. He pulls out a napkin and starts to wipe your tears gently. 

“You should try to get some sleep”, Dr Kry says. “When morning comes, you and I will eat breakfast together and then talk a bit, okay?”

“Okay”, you whisper and sniffle. 

“Good boy. Just sleep now. I will sit here and watch over you to make sure that nothing is happening. If you need anything, just tell me.”

“Can you … can you hold my hand?”

Dr Kry moves over to the bed and holds your hand in his. You close your eyes with one last tear running down your cheek. Dr Kry reaches out and wipes it with a full heart. He looks back at the door, thinking about locking it. You’re a soul he needs to save … but to do that, he needs to keep you here with him. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N”, he whispers when he’s sure that you can’t hear him. “You’ll never hurt again.”

He’ll protect you. 

[darkbluekies]

ERMMM how does dr kry give affection to his darling...

Hm, good question! I don't see Dr. Kry as someone physically affectionate, he's more of a quality time type of man. For example, reading to you or feeding you or just tucking you in. He likes being in your presence where he can make sure that you're not doing anything you shouldn't and where he can put his thoughts into your pretty little head :)

He'd sit on the side of the bed and chat with you as you feel yourself growing more and more tired to the toxins in the air.

"Feeling tired, sweetheart?" he'd ask in the same tone he'd use to a little child. "Maybe you should take a little nap? You're sick, after all. You're weak. A little sleep will do you good. I'll be here when you wake up."

And when you've shut your eyes, he'll sit there and stare at you for hours.

If you asked him to hold your hand or give you a hug, however, he'd more than likely do it. You're his darling, after all! How could he ever neglect you of that? At first, he'll be a bit uncomfortable since he's not used to it, but as soon as he's gotten comfortable, you'll have a hard time letting go. He'll cling onto you like a leech and come up with ridiculous excuses on why he should still hold you. And he'd make sure you believed all of his "reasons".

[darkbluekies]

!? THANKU FOR ANSWERING MY DR KRY ASK SO QUICK. EURGH i love him even more now... uh WHAT IF his darling is affectionate to him :') like how would he react...

[A/N: no problem!! I really liked it <33]

Our beloved doctor would be stunned to say the least. If a human could get a malfunction, he'd get it. At first, he'd be shy and uncomfortable, but would slowly get used to it and expect it from you.

Now that he expects you to be affectionate, he won't let you stop. If you don't give him his normal daily dose of adoration, he'll demand it off of you. He'll be like an addict and force you to hold his hand or hug him. You've corrupted him in a way he never thought anyone could ever do. He went from a man that hates affection to one that will die without your touch.

"Y/N, get over here and give me a hug", he'd say if you haven't given him anything. "You haven't given me today's hug. Why? Did anything happen? Did someone make you not want to hug me? Tell me who and I'll take care of them."

Because that's his brain. He can never get that you've done something wrong. It's always someone else's fault if you don't do what he wants. He believes that the poisoned air purifier has made you dumb. That you don't understand what right or wrong is, and that isn't your fault. Dr Kry just wants to protect you. He'll do anything for you.

If you wanted to hold his hand, he'd do it. You're precious. If you wanted a hug, he'd give it to you. You're fragile. However, if you asked him to kiss you ... it's game over. Once he gets a taste of you, you'll never manage to escape him.

[darkbluekies]

The tension between Dr Kry and Silas be making me feel some type of way. ARGHH IT WAS SO HOTTTT. I LOVE UR WRITINGGGG 👑❤️💅😩💅👑❤️😩😩👑👑👑❤️👑❤️❤️

THANK YOU🥹❤️

YES THEYRE VERY HOT, SMOKING EVEN🔥🔥

If they worked together they would be unstoppable. Imagine, Dr Kry’s medical knowledge along with Silas connections and money ... they could keep you weak for ages. They'd be so fucking dangerous😵‍💫

The fact that the both of them can be the biggest sweethearts too. They'd get into your head so fucking easily its scary

[darkbluekies]

☁️ NEW DR KRY CONTENT 🚨🚨🚨 AND ITS HORROR. I LOVE HORROR! THIS WAS REALLY GOOD. when dr kry entered our house and we couldnt see anything 🙂 when he calmly threatened us to stay quiet 🙂 when he pressed the cloth on our face and told us to take a deep breath 🙂 I LOVE THIS ONESHOT OML

AAA THANK YOU<33

I LOVE TO WRITE DR KRY WHEN HES ANGRY, HES REALLY SCARY!!

if wanted, there might come more evil Dr kry content...

[darkbluekies]

you dont know how many times ive been rereading the works i requested for you to write...! thank you so much for writing them :') im glad that theres more dr kry content, hehe~ i already read the most recent one!

about the photos, i don't think it looks weird at all! in fact, i encourage you to include images in your posts as it is a good attention grabber (sometimes, i accidentally skip posts that has no images in it).

well, thats all! hope you have a good day~ can i be ☁️ anon, perhaps?

Noo that makes me so happy!! Dr Kry is a very interesting character so I don't blame you for liking him ;)

I'm currently trying out some different things with photo themes, hopefully it'll be more aesthetically (?) pleasing and draw more people in!!

You can absolutely be ☁️ anon!! Have a good day too♡

[darkbluekies]

Make things right? Or make them worse?

Yandere!doctor (platonic to his children) x twin daughters ocs x female!reader

Summary: Dr Kry’s children finds out their fathers dark secret, and he's determined to silence them.

Warnings: toxic household, yandere, favoritism, guilt, poison, mentions of murder (things along this way)

A/N: I have created my own poison for this story, so I choose the effects. Lol.

Word count: 6.2k

“Bye, dad”, Lydia says and closes the car door.

Her twin follows out of the car, almost hides behind her like a shadow. Lydia frowns confusedly. She’s been more silent than usual this morning. They turn to walk into school.

“Girls”, Dr Kry says through the open car window, catching their attention. “I want you here at three sharp, okay? I’m not in the mood for waiting.”

“Yes, sir”, Lydia answers. 

“Good. Have a good day, girls, I’ll see you later.”

With that said, he drives off. Lydia turns to Nadia who finally raises her gaze from her feet. 

“What’s wrong?” Lydia asks and fixes her backpack. “You’ve been acting off all morning.”

“I have to talk to you about something”, Nadia says hesitantly and looks at her with uneasy eyes. 

Lydia blinked and frowned. “What?”

“I was meaning to talk to you earlier, but I didn’t want to do it when dad was around.” Nadia glanced at the other students swarming around the school grounds. “It’s about mom … and her sickness.”

For as long as they can remember, their mother has been bound to her bed by a rare disease. Thankfully, their father is a remarkable doctor and has been caring for her ever since the twins' birth. He works at a hospital in the city and travels forty minutes back and forth every day, dropping the twins off at school on the way there, and picking them up on the wayback. When they were young, they were put in a private school carefully chosen by their father — who has been very active in the administration.

Their father is a complex person. Although they’ve been by him their entire life, they still feel like they don’t know him. He rarely talks about himself, and seem to have a human side for their mother only. Very rarely, there’s a soft side for the girls … often they’re met by a doctor, rather than a parent. Despite that, Lydia has always been a daddy’s girl, while Nadia has clung to their mom for love and comfort. 

“What about it?” Lydia asks carefully. 

“I heard something …”, Nadia starts and licks her lips nervously. “I heard these noises, from mom and dad’s room-”

“Don’t tell me you heard them have sex”, Lydia grimaces. 

“No …” Nadia shakes her head, eyes shaking. “They were talking. Mom was crying and daad was standing by the bed, holding her cheeks in his hands like this …” She cups her sisters cheeks in demonstration, “...while saying: ‘you’re never going back there, I’ll never share you like that again’.” She shivers. “I-I don’t know what that was, but it made me feel really weird.”

Lydia frowns, trying to picture the scene in front of her. 

“Are you sure that it wasn’t just dad’s weird love language?” she asks carefully. 

“I don’t know”, Nadia sighs defeatedly. “Mom seemed … scared. She looked up at him with eyes full of terror. She could have had a nightmare or something, but dad’s voice- … it was awful. I don’t know how to describe it, but it sounded extremely dark.”

“We could try to ask her.”

“What if dad hears?”

“I could distract him while you ask, if that helps you ease your worry.”

Nadia smiles gratefully. “Thank you, Lyd.”

Lydia gives her an unsure smile and grabs her hand and they walk into school. 

Like Dr Kry had asked them to, they stand by the gates at three sharp. His white car rolls over and the two of them jumps in, Lydia in the front seat and Nadia in the backseat.

“How has your day been?” he asks and drives off. 

He always asks about their classes, teachers and friends. If there’s a small detail he doesn’t like, he makes sure to contact the school and let them know his thoughts. More than one friendship has ended thanks to his overprotectiveness and the twins has learned to dilute the truth enough for him to be able to swallow it. So once again, they answer in the way he wants to hear it. 

The car drives from the city, gets off the highway and enters a countryside road. The dirt road is divided in the middle with grass, creating enough space for the wheels of his white car to roll forward. Here, nothing can be heard except the sounds of distant birds. Their white, edwardian villa is surrounded by a deep, dark forest, close to a gigantic sparkly lake with the closest neighbor being a kilometer away. Despite the isolating upbringing the twins have had, getting away from the noisy, stressful city to the empty forest always cleanse their brains. 

The white, Scandinavian, edwardian aged, wooden villa appears behind the trees like a castle. The house has two floors with a green atticroof, and a bushy, blooming garden in the same color, two glass verandahs on either side of the house and a white fence around the garden.

The twins get out of the car. Nadia gives her a look and Lydia nods. 

“Dad”, she says. “I’ve been feeling a bit weird these last days … I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Really?” Dr Kry asks and frowns. He closes the trunk of the car. “Who have you been around? Are any of the other students sick?”

“A few.”

“Nadia, are you feeling bad too?”

“No”, Nadia replies.

“Could you please give me a check up?” Lydia asks. 

“Alright, come with me”, Dr Kry says and nods at her to follow him. 

While they walk inside, their father and Lydia walks to the living room and Nadia sneaks off upstairs. She moves carefully to their parents’ room and knock gently on the door before entering. Their mother, you, is lying in bed with a book in her hand. You look as weak as ever. Nadia shivers. 

“Hi, sweetheart”, you smile and puts down your book on your chest. “Did you have a good day in school?”

“Yes …”, Nadia mumbles and sits down on the side of the bed, unsure on how to start this absurd conversation. 

“What’s wrong, Nadia?”

“What happened yesterday? WIth you and dad?”

You flinch. Your smile disappears for a moment for it to appear quickly again, but this time in a fake manner. 

“Why did he say that?” Nadia asks carefully. “Why did he say that he wasn’t going to share you again?”

“O-Oh, that …”, you mumble with an embarrassed smile. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it. It was just some adult stuff that me and your dad were talking about.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honey. Why? Did it make you worry?”

Nadia nods slightly. Y/N gives her a smile and takes her hand. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of”, you reassure Nadia. “Whatever happens between me and your dad is nothing you have to be afraid of. We will always put you and your sister first, okay? There’s nothing you have to be worried about. I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, mom …”

You hug her, and Nadia hugs back, but she can’t help but feel that her heart sinks. Something isn’t right. 

The very next day when they’re left off at school, Nadia grabs Lydia’s arm. 

“Let’s go to the hospital”, she says the second their father’s car disappears behind the corner. She holds up a metallic key. “I have the key to mom’s old room.”

“What?” Lydia asks in confusion. “Why?”

“I have a feeling that mom isn’t really sick and I have to take a look around in her old hospital room. Something isn’t right!” She clears her throat and lowers her voice. “Mom and dad met at the hospital and that he was her doctor, that much we know, right?”

Lydia nods, trying to follow along. 

“Isn’t it weird that a doctor as professional as our dad decided to start a relationship with a patient like that?” Nadia asks, sounding unsure. “And wouldn’t he have done everything he could to make mom feel better? Shouldn’t she be better now? I just … I want to know if he has done something.”

“Do you really think he has?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. But something isn’t right, and I feel that. Mom seemed to be put on the spot when I asked her about the interaction I had overheard. She seemed scared.” Nadia grabbed her hand in hers. “Please, Lyd, can we go there and just take a look?”

Lydia hesitates and glances at the private school behind them, contemplating the consequences. 

“Please”, Nadia repeats. “If mom is getting hurt, I want to help her.”

“Okay”, Lydia nods. 

With that said, they hurry past the school gates before a teacher has the time to catch them. They take the first bus to the state hospital their father works at and hope that he’s with a patient while they sneak around. 

They hurry inside the hospital and keep their heads down to make sure that none of the working receptionists would recognise them and report to their father right away. They stay silent until they get into the elevator. 

Once out, they sneak over to the door. Lydia stands guard as Nadia presses the key into its lock. The click from the key opening echoes in the empty corridor. Nadia’s hand hovers above the door handle. Her heart twirls around uncomfortably. In a moment, she will be in the room where their parents met, where something happened that made their dad take the decision of stepping over the professional line. If that was good or bad is yet to be known, but she can’t help but feel worried. 

The room is empty, in more than one way. The spirits of old memories haunt the room and they leave a sour taste in the twins’ mouths. Lydia looks towards the bed. Their mother has been lying here for months with a sickness that has kept her bed bound for years. But what happened while she was here?

“What are we looking for?” Lydia wonders. 

“Anything”, Nadia shrugs and looks around. “Whatever that can help us is fine. Journals, reports, notes — anything.”

They start to rummage through drawers, in binders and notepads. Lydia finds herself holding a yellow paper binder with their mother’s name written on it, in their father’s handwriting. 

“Nad, look at this”, Lydia says and holds up the binder. 

They put the binder on the desk and start to pull out papers. Every paper is written from the top to the bottom in ink.

“He has documented her every day …”, Lydia says, perplexed. She shakes her head in denial. “Every single day, every single hour. Obsessively. Look, every little detail is written down. ‘12:35, eaten an apple’, ‘16:52, took a shower’, ‘22:30, called for me on the telephone’. What is this?”

Nadia picks up another paper, a smaller, clearly supposed to be hidden between the other sides. She puts her hand over her mouth as her eyes widens. 

“Oh no”, she gasps and drops the paper. “No, no, no, no …”

Lydia frowns, bends down and picks up the paper. Her heart sinks as she reads the note. It’s a single word, but they’re familiar with it. They’ve found bottles of it in the cellar and the attic multiple times, and when they asked Dr Kry about it, he answered that it was a substance to kill vermin.

“He’s poisoning mom”, Nadia whispers in horror and looks at her twin with wide, terrified eyes. 

Lydia feels the air disappear from her lungs. Suddenly, she feels nauseous. She sits down on the rolling stool and tries to control her breathing. Nadia sinks down on the bed with her head in her hands. 

“What the fuck do we do?” Lydia breathes out with her eyes staring dimly in front of her. She has never felt this empty before, this helpless. “What the fuck do we do now, Nadia?”

“W-We have to call the cops”, Nadia gulps. 

“The cops? Nad, he’s our dad!”

“But if he hurts mom …” Her voice dies out. “We can’t let him take more years from her.”

Lydia nods and wipes the few tears that have begun to run down her cheeks. With shaking hands, she unzips her backpack and shoves the binder down. They will need evidence if they have to prove to the cops. 

The door behind them opens. Both girls fly up from their positions and scurry over to each other. Dr Kry walks in and stops abruptly in the door. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks quickly. 

He’s trying to force a smile, but the red eyes of his daughters and the trembling bodies of theirs are all he needs to see, to know that they know. 

“How fucking could you?!” Nadia screams. 

Dr Kry hurries to close the door as she continues to shout through sobs. 

“What’s your deal with mom?!” she screams. “How can you keep her like this?! Where’s your fucking conscience?!”

She thinks that she’s going to explode in pure fear, anger and sorrow. Dr Kry clenches his jaw and sighs heavily. 

“Your mother is a very, very special person”, he says slowly, as if he is talking to a ticking bomb. “It is all a misunderstanding, girls, I will tell you everything at home. Come, we’re going home now.”

“We’re not going anywhere with you”, Nadia spits and stands in front of her frozen sister. 

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” Dr Kry rolls his eyes when they don’t answer. “You’re my daughters, and you are not yet of age, you have to come with me.”

Nadia wants to refuse again, but she doesn’t want to leave her mother alone with him, not when he knows that they know. 

“Now”, Dr Kry decides. 

Nadia picks up Lydia’s bag and gives it to her sister. It looks like Lydia is going to throw up any second now. Nadia takes her hand and they follow their father out of the room, and out through a back door. For the first time, Lydia sits down in the backseat together with her twin. They hold each others hands tightly and keep silent the entire car ride home. 

“Girls, I never wanted you to see that”, Dr Kry sighs and tries to meet their eyes in the rear view mirror. “I- … It’s hard to explain. Your mother is a very special person who I’m very lucky to have met.”

Lydia squeezes her eyes shut, but she can’t keep him out of her head. 

When they come home, Nadia drags her sister into the house. 

“Girls, don’t go upstairs”, Dr Kry says in that same dark voice Nadia had heard him talk in a few days ago. “I want you to stay down here.”

They halt, suddenly too scared to move. 

“I want you to help me with dinner”, Dr Kry says. “Come on.”

The twins glance at each other. Lydia starts to drag her sister to the kitchen. They help in complete silence. Lydia’s hands are trembling while she cuts cucumber and it slips, cutting a slit in her finger. She yelps and drops the knife. 

“Oh, honey”, Dr Kry breathes out and grabs her hand. “You have to be careful.”

She doesn’t look at him as he washes her hand under the kitchen sink and puts on a bandaid. Her entire body is in fight or flight mode. 

When Dr Kry takes care of the final touches, the twins scurry up to their mother. Your face drops when you see them. 

“Why is he doing this to you?” Nadia asks thickly as she tries not to cry. “We found out.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, girls”, you say sorrowfully. “I wish that you never had to know.”

“Why do you let it happen?” Lydia asks quietly. 

“I have no choice … I can’t do anything.” You lower your gaze and voice to an ashamed whisper. “I don’t have the energy to run away, and if I managed to, you’d be in danger and I’d be dead. Your father has the only antidote to his self made poison. It’s safer for everyone if I stay here.”

“But mom …”, Nadia whimpers, “... he’s hurting you.”

“I … I know, dear.” 

The door opens behind them. 

“Girls, dinner”, Dr Kry says shortly and nods towards the corridor. “Go downstairs.”

The twins turn to you, wanting you to make their decision. You give them a reassuring smile and they leave. You look at the man who has become your husband, much to your dismay. 

“Why did you let them find out?” you whisper with tears in your eyes. “You promised that they would never know!”

“I didn't think that they would.” He wipes the tears that roll down your cheeks. “I’ll fix this mess. Don’t worry, darling.”

With that said, he tucks you in and leaves to go downstairs. The twins have sat down by the dining table with their blank, staring eyes turned down into the table. Dr Kry sits down and start to eat, without seeming to care at all about the incidents that happened earlier. Nadia stares down into her plate with disgust roaring in her stomach. If she eats, she’s going to throw it all up in a matter of thirty minutes. She closes her eyes and sighs sadly. Lydia tries to eat a bite, forcing it down her throat. 

“Nadia, eat a little”, Dr Kry says. 

“I’m not hungry”, she mumbles. 

“You need to eat a bit. I won’t allow you to leave the table before you have eaten. Look at Lydia, she’s eating.”

Lydia feels her cheeks heat up as the attention turns to her. She’s suddenly embarrassed over obeying. Feeling exposed and naked under Nadia’s look of disbelief, as if she’s just broken a silent pact. But instead of saying anything, Nadia picks up her fork and takes a bite of the white rice. The twins can agree that this might have been the worst dinner they have ever experienced. 

Nadia puts her hand over her heart and clears her throat. There's a heavy feeling over her chest, something almost suffocating. She looks to the side, seeing how Lydia is frowning as well, trying to clear her throat. Nadia think that she looks like she’s going to faint. She wants to ask her how she’s feeling, but doesn’t dare talk in front of their father, afraid to start a conversation. 

After dinner, the twins decide to go upstairs, but their legs suddenly feel weak enough to break apart. 

“What’s going on?” Lydia whispers and grips the staircase railing. 

“I think that he put something in the food”, Nadia whispers back. 

“I feel really sick …”

She falls down on her knees in the middle of the staircase, still holding onto the railing. Nadia hurries to pull her up again and drags her over to her bedroom, lazily tucking her in. 

“Don’t leave me”, Lydia whimpers and grabs her hand before she can leave the room. “Stay … please. Don’t go. I'm scared.”

Nadia agrees, not wanting to leave. She climbs down under the covers of Lydia’s bed. They lay in silence and look up at the tilted, wooden ceiling. For every minute passes by, they’re growing more and more sick. Every muscle in their bodies seem to ache, twist and turn. 

“He’s doing it to us too”, Nadia whispers. 

They hear the lock on the door click and give each other terrified looks. Nadia stumbles out of the bed and feel the handle. She gulps in horror and turns back to the bed. 

“It’s locked!” she says and breathes out in shock. “He actually locked it …”

“Come back …”, Lydia begs and reaches for her. 

Nadia returns to the bed, crawls down under the covers and hugs her. She wraps her arms around her sister and rests Lydia’s head on her shoulder. 

“I’m scared”, Lydia whispers. 

“It’s going to be okay”, Nadia replies, although she doesn’t believe it herself. “We’re going to be okay.”

Dr Kry removes his tie, about to go to sleep. 

“I can’t believe you …”, you whisper from the bed, with her eyes down at her trembling hands. 

“Darling …”, Dr Kry sighs and turns around. 

You raise your tone, but keep it hushed enough not to exceed the bedroom walls. “You promised that they would never get hurt! You promised that they would never get exposed to this fucking substance!”

“They haven’t … yet.”

“Yet?! Don’t fucking tell me-”

“They figured it out, okay? They heard our conversation and decided to check out the hospital for themselves. I underestimated their intelligence … and their love for you.” He sighs annoyedly. “I’m not going to let their lack of understanding break apart our family — that I have fought so hard for. I put something in their food to keep them still for a while. It’s nothing dangerous, little one. I promise you that.”

“If I knew that you were going to break your promise-”

“I had to.”

He is about to caress your cheek, but hears sounds coming from next door. One of the girls is banging on the locked bedroom door, and calling for him. Dr Kry excuses himself and gets out of the room. He walks over to Lydia’s room, where the noise is coming from. Quickly, he unlocks, finding Nadia leaning on the wall right next to the door. Her eyes are full with tears. 

“What’s going on?” Dr Kry asks. 

“Lydia isn’t waking up!” Nadia cries.

Dr Kry feels his body turn cold. He runs over to the bed where his other daughter is lying on her side, and he soon finds out that Nadia is right — she isn’t waking up. He shakes her, gives her gentle taps on her cheeks and lifts her up. Nothing wakes her. He has to take her to the hospital. 

“Wait, where are you going?!” Nadia screams after him as Dr Kry carries her sister down the stairs. “She doesn’t want to be alone!”

“You have to stay here with mom”, Dr Kry says over his shoulder. “I’m taking care of Lydia.”

He hurries out of the house and quickly places her down in the back seat. Dr Kry’s usual forty minute drive to the hospital took only twenty five minutes this time. He picked her up in her arms and ran inside through the backdoor, and didn’t stop until their reach the room you have spent many, many months in. Dr Kry places his daughter down on the very same bed you have laid in. He placed an oxygen over Lydia’s mouth and nose, turning on the machine. He hasn’t felt this scared in a long time. 

Finally, after an hour, Lydia opens her eyes with a small moan. Dr Kry hurries over to the bed and removes the mask. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks her and brushes the hair out of her face. 

“I feel really sick”, she whimpers. 

“Do you need to throw up?” 

Lydia nods. Dr Kry picks her up again and moves her into the bathroom where she hovers over the toilet for ten minutes. Dr Kry holds her hair back and grimaces sadly. He does feel bad for putting her through this, but he has to. 

“There you go”, he says and puts her down on the bed again. 

“Why am I here?” Lydia asks weakly.

“You weren’t responding when anyone tried to wake you up. I got worried, so I decided to take you here.”

“Am I going to die?”

Dr Kry scoffs out a smile in a weird sensation of deja-vu. He has heard that question a lot, in the exact same tone and manner, but from the generation before her.  

“You’re not”, he reassures her and strokes her hair. “You know that I would never let anything happen to you.”

“Why am I feeling like this?”

“I put something in your food to make you and Nadia calm down, but you seem to have reacted badly to the substance … weirdly enough. Since you’re identical twins, i thought you’d react the same, but it seems like you are a bit more sensitive than your sister.”

“Nadia ate less than me.”

“Yeah, you might have gotten more substance in your body, which is why you feel worse. It’s going to be okay, I will not let anything happen to you.”

“But you hurt me.”

His smile drops and his hand stops stroking her hair. He knows that Lydia shares half of her mothers genetics, but he didn’t know that she would sound exactly like you. She has never heard you use these phrases, and yet Lydia has chosen the exact same wording that you have tortured Dr Kry with years ago. 

“I didn’t mean for you to end up here”, Dr Kry sighs and continues to stroke her hair. “That was my fault, I admit that. However, I had to keep you and Nadia a bit sedated because of how scared you were.”

“Why did you use so much?” she whimpers. 

“I was a bit shaky myself, I wasn’t meant to hurt you, Lydia.”

Lydia sighs shakily and sinks down in the mattress. She wants nothing more than to go back home, to Nadia, but at the same time she knows that if she goes back home, she will be locked in her room again. Continuing with life now that they know their father’s secret will be difficult. 

“How long do I have to stay here?” she asks quietly. 

“Until you’re feeling better”, Dr Kry replies and stands up. “For now, I think that you need to sleep. It’s late.”

That’s the last thing she wants to do. She has always been Dr Kry’s (not so subtle) favorite, and she has always had a preference for her father … but for the very first time, she’s afraid of him. She can’t trust him anymore, especially about her health. Being unconscious is the last thing she wants to do. 

“I don’t want to”, Lydia says pleadingly. “I’m not tired … please don’t make me sleep, dad.”

Please don’t make me sleep. Your voice echoes in his head, in the exact same tone. Dr Kry knows that he did a million things wrong when he kept you here, and now he has a second chance to fix things. 

“Okay”, he breathes out and sits down on his stool. “You don’t have to sleep, darling.”

Lydia gulps and looks around in the room, trying to imagine how you had felt while being here. She feels a heavy sensation over her chest, like a heavy stone. She couldn’t see the poisoned air purifier that was mentioned in the journal. 

“Did mom lay here?” Lydia whispers. 

“Yes”, he answers quietly. 

“How long?”

Dr Kry looks down at his nails, eyes faltering. “A, uh … very long time. Many, many months.”

She starts to look around again. “Where is the air purifier?”

“It’s not here … it broke, a long time ago. I had to throw it away.”

“Do you still use that kind of thing on mom?”

“No, I don’t. Not often.”

But he has his new way to make sure you stay.

Nadia runs her hand through her hair. Her poor sister. What should she do? Dr Kry left the rooms unlocked, which means that she can move around. She drags herself into your bedroom. You look at her with wide, nervous eyes. 

“Is she okay?” you ask and take Nadia in your arms. 

“I-I don’t know”, Nadia responds shakily while shaking her head desperately. “She wasn’t waking up and …”

“She’s going to be okay. I know your father can all of those medical stuff … maybe a little too well.” You sigh and caress the seventeen-year old girl’s face. “It’s going to be okay.”

Nadia shakes her head. “No fucking way things are going to be okay! He’s a madman, mom.”

“I … I know.”

“We can’t stay here.”

“Where are we supposed to go, Nad? We have no car, nearest neighbor is a kilometer away and we have poison in our blood. Sweetheart, we can’t walk far.”

“Mom, we have to leave. We can’t stay here with this psychopath!”

“Nadia …”

Nadia sighs frustratedly and hides her face in her hands. Something has to work. The farthest she has seen you walk is out to the garden when they’ve had picnic evenings. You take her hand, removing it.

“Sweetheart … you know dad loves you, right?” you ask carefully. You don’t want her to hate her him, after all he is her father … but you have to let her know the truth, no more living in the shadow.

“Fucking doubt it”, Nadia mutters. 

“He does. In his … own little way. But I need you to understand that he has sides that he hasn’t shown you … a-and I don’t want you to see those sides.”

Nadia’s face goes blank. You’re trying your best not to get swindled back into old memories, but thinking about that murderous side of Dr Kry brings you back to a time you much rather would want to forget. 

“Mom?” Nadia asks blankly and almost shouts in panic. “Mom! What sides?”

“He … He is a very patient man, but he can't take as much as possible, so please, whatever you do … cooperate.”

“What does that mean? Mom?”

Nadia goes cold. That’s it, she thinks, they have to leave. 

“Mom, get up”, she says and grabs the blanket before ripping it off. “Now. Before he returns.”

“Nad-”

“We have to try, at least. Please.”

You hesitate before getting out of bed. Nadia grabs your hand and try to pull you out of the bedroom, but everything around you seem to spin. Your entire body is heavy and aching in all the wrong places. 

“Nadia, wait”, you groan. “If I’m going to move, I have to move slowly.”

“Alright”, Nadia agrees. “I’ll go get some stuff and then meet you by the stairs.”

Nadia runs to her room to collect her wallet and hoodies for herself and her sister, then runs to get your jacket. She meets you by the stairs, helps you put your jacker on and then start to lead you down. You’re terrified of falling. 

“Nadia, I don’t think that this is a good idea”, you mumble and think back of your numerous escape attempts, all ending with someone losing their life. 

“We have to, mom”, Nadia pleads. “I can’t leave you here.”

“What about Lydia?”

“I’ll figure something out afterwards.”

Nadia unlocks the front door and leads you out on the glass verandah. You’re filled with fear. What if you can’t walk? What if you hurt yourself? What if Dr Kry finds out? Your body won’t be able to take his anger. Besides, you have barely left the house in eighteen years — apart from a few car rides here and there — what if the world has changed to something you don’t like?

“Mom”, Nadia says slowly. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m terrified”, you admit. 

“We will be okay.”

They start to walk along the dark countryside road. There are no streetlight this far out in the forest, but the moon lights up enough for them to see where the road is heading. 

“It’s been years since I was outside last”, you say. “I think the last time I was out walking was in the garden, last summer when we had that picnic.”

“Have you ever tried to run away from dad before?” Nadia asks. 

“I have”, you answer quietly. “A few times.”

“Did you ever succeed?”

“That depends on what you mean by ‘succeeding’, because I’m still here, aren’t I? But I got away a few times … the only problem was that he found me again.” You sigh, realizing that perhaps you shouldn’t have this conversation with your underage daughter. “Forget that. Where are we going?”

“We need to go to our neighbors. They have to help us.”

Nadia has only spoken to the neighbors a few times, because of how rarely they run into each other. 

They only manage to walk a hundred meters before bright, beaming headlights light up in front of them. Nadia wants to flee into the forest — in case it happens to be her father behind the wheel — but can’t seem to pull you with her. The car stops and to Nadia’s horror, her father gets out. 

“What the Hell are you doing?!” he shouts, sounding both angry and terrified. “Y/N!”

You freeze in your spot and seem to crawl together like a hurt dog, sounding like one too. Dr Kry runs over to you. Nadia watches in horror and starts to panic, wondering what she should do. Stay here with you and get caught in Dr Kry’s claws … or make a run for it to try to get help. 

“I’m sorry”, you shriek in fear. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Dr Kry hugs your shaking body in his arms and strokes your back, hushing softly.

“I know you didn’t come up with this stupid idea”, he reassures you. “Don’t cry, my dear, I'm here now. I know this wasn't your fault. I'm not mad at you. I’ll get you back home and I'll take care of you. It’s going to be okay.”

He helps you into the front seat. You don’t fight back in the slightest. Nadia looks back at the dark forest and gulps. Her eyes glues onto something in the backseat and realizes that he has come back with her sister! 

“Nadia, get in, we've had enough of these childish outbursts”, her father tells her. “Get in. Now.”

“Is she okay?” Nadia almost stutters and points at her sleeping sister. 

“She’s okay. If you don’t get in now, Nadia, I’m taking them both with me and you’ll never see them again.”

His favoritism has never been clearer, Nadia thinks. She can’t leave her sister … so she gets into the backseat. Nadia wakes her sister up and caresses her cheek. 

“Are you okay?” she whispers quickly. “Did he hurt you?”

“I feel okay”, Lydia whispers back. “Just … tired. I had tro throw up a lot and I think that he gave me some sleeping pills or something. I insisted on going home … so he let me.”

Nadia breathes out. She glances over at the front seat. Their father holds the steering wheel with one hand and yours with the other. 

“Please don’t cry”, he wishes. 

Nadia watches on in disgust. 

When they get back to the white villah, Nadia pulls her sister up to her own room and lays her down on the bed while Dr Kry takes you into the master bedroom. 

“Here you go”, Nadia says and tucks her in. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Some water”, Lydia says quietly. 

Nadia disappears downstairs to get a glass of water. She meets her father in the stairs. 

“Nadia, I’m not sure your sister will be able to leave her bed for a while”, he says warningly. “I wouldn’t try to leave, if i were you. If you do, I will take both of them with me, and you’ll never see them again.”

“Do you like to hurt your family?” she spits back. “What kind of sadist are you?”

“One to make sure my family stays with me. If you don’t want to end up in the same physical state as your sister and mother, you’re going to continue living as if everything is normal, got that? Go to school, come home, study, continue everything. No talking to anyone about this. Is that clear?”

“So everything as normal … but without Lydia?”

“Exactly.”

“Why aren’t you healing her?”

“Because I’m not going to let you, or anyone, take my family from me. Be glad that I’m still letting you live normally.”

Nadia glares at him and continues up the stairs. She holds the glass to Lydia’s mouth, watching her sip. 

“What now?” she whispers. 

“I’m allowed to continue living like normally … and you don’t”, Nadia says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“But … but I don’t want to live like mom!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Lyd.”

The girl in the bed sighs sadly. Naida takes her hand and gulps. 

The coming weeks seem normal. Nadia goes to school, studies, returns to the villah, but nothing is the same. Without Lydia, there’s no use in being on top. She has no one to impress anymore. Her father is dead to her, and sucking up to him makes her sick. She barely talks to her friends anymore. They’re always asking her about Lydia, and why she’s not in school anymore. Nadia can’t come up with countless excuses … it’s easier to distance herself. 

Life doesn’t seem that bright and colorful anymore. Nadia can’t bring herself to be excited about things that used to interest her badly. Now, every day is a chore, something she wants to get done, until something happens … but she doesn’t know what it is. A death in the family? Someone saving them? Someone killing someone? 

Nadia walks out of school, seeing her fathers white car parked outside the gates, and him inside … waiting for her. 

[darkbluekies]

The OCs search history <3

Silas:

"How to take care of ptsd in partner"

"How to make someone stop crying"

"How to make your partner forgive you"

"Best restaurant"

"Dark web"

"Diamond ring/neckace/earrings/bracelet"

"Best steak"

"How to stop people from gawking at my partner"

"Protein powder"

"Best soap to wash away blood from skin"

"Best detergent to wash away blood from clothes"

"Best cleaning supplies to wash away blood from walls"

"Best spray to keep blood smell away"

"Five star restaurant booking"

"Why are my clothes thrown out the window?"

Dr Kry:

"Morphine"

"Book series without explicit scenes"

"Healthy recipes"

"How to frame someone for murder"

"Am I secretely perverted"

"Forged signatures without watermark"

"Protein shakes"

"What happens if you mix poision with alcohol"

"Puzzles"

"PG-13 rated movies without angst or horror"

"Plushies"

"Needles"

"How to become an author?"

"How to know if your strict childhood has had any impact on your mental health"

"How to get over your phobia for germs?"

"Strong caffeine drinks"

King Edmund (let's pretend he has internet for a hot minute):

"Is it really dictatorship if I let people complain"

"Ptsd test"

"Why doesn't my wife talk to me?"

"Nightmare analysis"

"How to cheer up an angry wife"

"Can a queen rule over a king?"

"How much alcohol can you drink before you get knocked out?"

"Beatiful dresses for a queen"

"Jewelry for a queen"

"Are public executions a good fear tactic?"

"How do women's anatomy work?"

"Can you punish theft by death?"

"Can you cook rats?"

"Why are little kids scared of me?"

Jerry:

"Is drinkable bleach a thing????"

"What to do if your s/o is a fucking loser"

"Is saying 'you're an idiot' synonyms for 'i love you'?"

"Guns"

"Knives"

"Sexy outfits that doesn't make me look like a fucking clown"

"How to ask someone out on a date without sounding like a loser"

"Impressive date ideas"

"Alcohol that will make me forget today, yesterday, tomorrow and a week forward"

"Spare parts to motorcycle"

"Why am I so fucking cool?????"

"Why am I so fucking miserable?????"

"How to hug your s/o without it being cringe"

"How to make your motorcycle go much faster?"

"Boxing gloves"

"40 boxes of *your favorite snack*"

Hedwig:

"Aestethic wedding ideas"

"Is baby trapping illegal?"

"Is nepotism really that bad?"

"How to guilt trip someone"

"Utterly obsessed with my partner"

"How to be a good kisser"

"Dark web"

"Buy hitmen"

"How to bankruptcy someone"

"How to impress your partners parents"

"Best flowers for dates"

"Best hotel resorts for couples"

"Can you become a super model without school grades"

"Love poems"

"Poison"

"*your adress*"

"Best perfumes to seduce someone"

"*your instagram*"

"*your name*"

"How do I know if I'm blocked on social media"

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry drabble: having a nightmare (as a doctor/husband)

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Warnings: half Stockholm syndrome, mentions of poison, trauma(?), dreams of being cut open

As a doctor

You pick up the phone connected to the wall with a shaking hand. The phone is connected to one other phone in the hospital: Kry's. He has always said that you can call him at any time of the day when he's not there if you need him. This is the first time you take advantage of his offer. It takes a few seconds for him to answer. You must have awoken him, you think and sigh. You know that he sleeps less than a man his age should, maybe you should try to go back to bed?

"What's wrong, Y/N?" you hear his voice ask, newly awoken and raspy.

"I dreamt a nightmare", you say and want to hit yourself for being a wuss.

"I will come up in a second."

He hangs up. You know that it takes him approximately seven minutes for him to get to your room from the staff's bedroom. You wait for him until he comes in, looking tired. Your first instinct is to apologize, but he's quicker.

"Are you okay?" he asks, sits down on his rolling stool and rolls over to the bed. He took your hand. "What did you dream about? Can you tell me?"

"I-I dreamt that I was dying, that- ... that I was being cut open on a surgical table", you whisper in a shaky voice."

"That sounds unpleasent indeed, I'm sorry-"

"I-I was calling for you."

"You were?"

Your eyes fill with tears. "You weren't there."

Dr Kry takes both of your hands in his, licking his lips nervously.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", he apologizes, even though it isn't his fault. "I'm sorry you had to experience that alone. You know that I would never let that happen. I'll always protect you. No one will be cutting in you as long as I am here."

You give him a small smile. Dr Kry smiles warmly.

"Don't worry, I'll sit here by your side and hold your hand until you fall asleep again, I won't leave your side for even a second. If you want, could I tell you a story?"

You nod.

"Yeah?" he smiles. "Perfect, just lay back, relax and squeeze my hand and I'll take you away to dreamland."

As a husband

You open your eyes and take a deep breath. You can feel him move beside you. His hands grab at your shoulders ever so carefully to turn you to him.

"Are you alright, dear?" he asks carefully and helps you sit up, putting a pillow behind your back. "Did you have a nightmare, again?"

You nod. After finding out that he was poisoning you and was, in fact, not the heroic doctor you looked up to, things have been odd.

"I can't stop thinking about what happened at the hospital", you whisper and lower your eyes. "I dreamt that I couldn't breathe ... and that I couldn't use my limbs ..."

He caresses your cheek, forcing you to look at his ice blue eyes.

"Everything is okay", he says firmly. "You are out of there. I will never do that to you again."

You feel your eyes water. He's lying, you know that. He might have stopped with his poisoned air purifier, but something is wrong. You're not well. He's still hurting you.

Dr Kry moves closer and hugs you, directing your face into his shoulder. He strokes your back, letting you cry in peace.

"My dearest", he whispers painfully. "Oh, it hurts me so to see you cry."

He moves back and wipes your teers with his thumbs.

"How about I make us some tea and get us something to eat?" he suggests.

You nod and sniffle. He lets you come with him down to the kitchen where he makes the two of you a sandwich and a cup of tea. When you're done, you go back upstairs. He stays up for the rest of the night to keep an eye on you where you sleep on his chest for the rest of the night.