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@bariolesis
Doing fine starting. Having trouble finishing. Which should I try to do first?
The Honeymoon
Shrunken!Reader
Sick!Robert
As you wish.
Doing fine starting. Having trouble finishing. Which should I try to do first?
The Honeymoon
Shrunken!Reader
Sick!Robert
Hello ı just started reading your yandere Robert fics and theyre PEAKKKK
I hope you can change your life the way you want to and be happy!!
Just wanted to send a little reminder that your wiriting is appreciated
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Aww, how sweet! Fascinated that people still seem to be finding this blog, but I’m not complaining.
Thank you, anon. I’m doing my very best out here. I hope the same for you.
You alright ?
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Yes, I’m perfectly fine. Ironically, I’ve been spending a lot of my time trying to take a little control in my life. It’s a long process.
However, depending on how things go next week, I may be able to begin putting every idea I’ve had for a while now to digital ink. The well has not run dry quite yet, though I admit my time with this hyperfixation is due to fade.
Still, to the little reminders I’ve been getting, I see you and I appreciate you.
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Just checking in… I spent the better part of this month studying, so even after all’s been dealt with writing has been very difficult for me due to prolonged stress.
I’ll try and get back on the horse if I can. There still stuff I want to show you.
Thanks~
Would yandere Robert treat male and female readers differently or the same?
Subconsciously, yes definitely.
He might be less rough with a female reader. He might be less concerned about being caught following you if you were male. His demeanor is a bit more slow acting when his target is female, trying to minimize his presence to appear less threatening. With a male reader he tends to puff his chest out a bit, not invading your bubble but sitting on the edge of it and testing boundaries to see if he can make you mistake his closeness and touch with camaraderie.
None of this is purposeful, and if you were to tell him about his habits somehow, he would keep an eye on it. Try to nudge himself into someone who doesn’t act solely on appearance or roles. But, ultimately, this just makes him more awkward and stilted in his interactions.
Of course, the one thing that doesn’t change at all is how strongly he feels. Not just about you but about his convictions. If he has a plan on how to handle you, no tears or strong arming or pleas will change his mind. However, feel free to try. It gives him a chance to seem reasonable in your eyes when he bluffs about what he’s going to do, and then you get to “talk him down” into what he was actually going to do anyway.
He doesn’t do it often, but it usually works no matter who you are.
I’ve got a concept in my head about the colleagues at SDN having their own sort of obsession. They all become overly invested in the relationship between you and Robert to the point of planning a secret wedding behind your back. They have fallen into living vicariously through you two: setting up dates, giving Robert regular tips and checkups, all culminating into them just taking you in order to get ready for your big day.
They do a private fitting of wedding outfits, each taking turns helping you in and out of your clothes, hands roaming, thread trimming. It takes forever for them to choose which looks the best on you. But you need to stay still, no sudden movements, alright sunshine? Not even to stretch your legs.
They have a party set up just for you, Robert nowhere in sight yet because it’s bad luck, but don’t worry, we’re here! We’ll all have dinner together with drinks and stories and arguments and fights. Just like any family on the eve of a wedding. Don’t worry, you may not remember much of it after you eaten a bit. We just don’t want you to make a mess.
You’re already dressed by the time you wake up. You only have one job to do now, just keep walking forward. That’s it…one foot after another…
Watching you walk down the aisle was the happiest moment for all of them. Or at least…there were definitely tears in the audience. Either from happiness, apprehension, regret…. Maybe some of them can see the look on your face, know that when you finally get to your place you’ll make one final plea to your future partner. Maybe he’s in the same position? You haven’t seen him this entire time, maybe he’s just as confused as you? Maybe you can both get out of this?
Your head aches. You just want to go home.
And you will go home, he promises.
Right after the honeymoon.
Y/N who joins sdn as a dispatcher of another team
After this i might just start only doing a couple characters or one at a time, getting overambitious this a damn hobby lol
G/N except for Flambae
18+ MDNI
DDDNE (DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT)
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These songs aren't quite indicitive of headcannoned music tastes, but idk its not so far off maybe. Thought it would be neat.
•Robert: Crazy Blue - A.R. Kane
Loves having his desk near yours, lives for having his desk near yours, taking advantage of any slight proximity to bug your desk or any other suspicious acts. He'll make sure your gone for the night, then paw through your desk drawers to see what he can see. When he finds used chapstick, he uses it then puts it back. Sometimes takes pens or trash from food you've eaten like popsicle sticks, but often treats your things as 'our things'. Its's bizarrely intimate and it lets him imagine some reality where the two of your are dating and still work this closely, cubicles pushed together.
Likes to share lunches or even breakfast, and as a result his health is imroving. He cooks delicious, filling but simple meals with you in mind, but he makes enough for two so you can share properly, otherwise he couldn't use the excuse of making a large breakfast and needing to share with his closest coworker besides chase. It would be suspicious if he only gave you food and never ate anything himself, right? Tired as hell and grateful to be sitting close enough to hear the sounds of enjoyment you make while eating, Robert basks in the odd warm feeling of pride in looking after you. He may not quite feel confident enough to tell you he woke up early just to make you breakfast , but at least he's fed you well and you and Robert have shared.
On rainy days he always has a second umbrella in case you forgot yours. He neglects to once early in your tenure together, and you are nearly soaked. Ever the oppurtunist, Robert offers the idea of walking under the same umbrella until you got to your car. The two of you really have to cram yourselves together to avoid the downpour. The proximity and even slight body heat is compelling, but this way if you ever take him up on his kindness, you will be carrying a tracker that will lead him to your home.
•Chase: Can't Fight the Devil - Zack Fox
One of your senior-most co-workers Chase is a source of professional insipration to you as well as a respected friend. Early on he estsblished himself as a friendly if sometimes taciturn collegue; showing you how the printer worked and answering questions on sick leave and group dynamics. He can abuse the fuck out of this potential blindspot of yours concerning his behaviors, and sometimes he does. For instance, whenever you're having trouble filing incident report forms concerning calls not going to plan , chase is there to lend his expertise, leaning over you, his hands on your shoulders, directing each mouse stroke. In that way, he craves indispensibility. He's happy if you feel like you can depend on him, if it brings you closer.
Will invite you over when beef is over if you get to that point in your friendship. The two of you watch a movie with beef perched between you, recieving absentminded pets from you both. While the film played, Chase stole glances at you here and there, unnoticed. Just being there was almost enough. It warmed him on the inside just to look at you, however regrettable it was that he felt the way he did, he couldn't bring himself to care. Your attention is rapt, leaning forward during a tense scene, and it gives Chase the perfect opportunity to stare.
•Royd: Total Football - Parquet Courts
If you bump into Royd in the lobby and make friends with this gregarious man, he'll be sure to try to meet you again at the same spot, trying to start a routine. He's a thoughtful guy who just wants to be part of your life; he often shows up with bagels or some other breakfast foid for the two of you to share.
If you stumble upon him downstairs somehow, Royd might begin to stock his mini fridge with snacks he remembers you seeming to favor. He'll end up inviting you down, hoping to create a relaxing atmosphere which associates him with safety, a quiet place to unwind. When this works, he's thrilled, sometimes even tampering with food to put you to sleep. Just to let you relax a while longer, of course.
News on the progress made on Robert's mecha end up relayed upstairs in person more often, as if these developments simply can't wait.
He likes to come up with improvements to your work equipment, anything to make your job easier or more comfortable.
•Golem: Martha Stewart - Yung Gravy
Might try to play video games with you during any shared breaks you may have. He's a pro at tekken, but he's started getting you to play through red dead redemption in an effort to make this a more regular thing. It's a long form masterpiece after all.
If he can't manage his feelings, Bruno will pen poems anonymously, leave them for you.
A calm spot in any office chaos. Bruno is a great listener, able to sit with you quietly while you both decompress.
•Flambae: Typical - Metronomy, et. All
Gets caught up trying to show off for you both with the leaderboards and even where small workplace favors are concerned. Deeply competetive with your attentions, even if it lands him in hot water.
Territorial, too. Chad is always scaring off potential "rivals" even someone asking to use a paper clip. If he notices any of his teammates getting intrested in you, he's a shameless saboteur, doing his level best to ruin any attempted "moment" percolating.
A bit pouty all he sees you in are hideous, if well fitted, khakis and the blue sdn uniform shirt.
Offers to drive you home in the firebird often.
•Phenomena Man: It's Not Over Yet- The Klaxons
Phenomena Man is stilted during conversation, and defintely subdued upon your first meeting.
When more integrated with Z-team, Dumpy exhudes this puppyish enthusiasm for spending time with you, offering up some melon from one of his baskets
After a convoluted conversation with Victor, Phenomenaman becomes terrified of the thought of you percieving his interest in you as a simple rebound.
•Waterboy: Suffocate - Knocked Loose feat. Poppy
After his hiring, Waterboy sees you around the office. While not initially happy his dreams of heroics were deffered, you become a bright point in his life. When he can get away with it he kind of hovers. Catching a glimpse of you in the middle of supervising a mission, eyes fixed on your monitors, hands flying over the keys. He admires their deftness, and somewhat shamefully wonders what else you could use those dexterous fingers for.
If he finds out you too are into metal, he'll be over the moon. So excited to share his favorite bands with you, and listen to yours. It makes him feel as if you two were meant to be, only emboldening him.
Inadvertently creating even larger messes by way of nervous outpouring of water, he's given even more leeway to clean up within eyeshot of you. Its a vicious cycle which he ultimately sees no problem with so long as he keeps up with cleaning the rest of the building.
Sometimes, before he's a hero, he listens to you on call and imagines what it would be like for you to be his dispatcher. The thought of having you there in his ear and following your orders giving him a little thrill even besides the thought of helping others. Even after he joins the Z-team, this little habit will only abate once he can't hear you while on shift, and he misses your sweet voice terribly.
Guilty of offering you "bottled water" he's made himself, likes to think he's taking care of you
• Sonar: Manhattan Skyline - a-ha (or maybe Dracula- Tame Impala)
Has a hard time speaking with you at first. Trips over himself, says lame stuff about harvard, then stresses out over it for two hours. Until he has gotten used to your prescence and innured himself, he's in a ourosboros of making a fool of himself.
Makes up reasons to come up to your desk, like insisting you took his stapler and arguing with you, even while seemingly turning his head so as to not make eye contact. He may say something like, " sure I've ruled out Boberto but who's to say you're off the hook?" Over time, he starts buying you stationary and supplies, especially if you happen to like that kind of thing. After finally admitting you had nothing to do with his staplers whereabouts, he would still find ways to keep interacting at least daily. Stilted conversations with Victor lead you to believe left to his own devices, he's actually quite shy, if a bit excitable concerning stationary.
Finds you a stapler shaped like something cute for the novelty, but if he found some kind of bat stationary he'd buy it immediately just to see you use it. He understands its corny, but something about seeing you use things he gives you makes him just a bit prideful. Not prideful in a possesive sense necessarily; its just nice to know you need him somehow.
If he ends up kidnapping you, he'll update you on work gossip, who gotten into trouble with failed calls, who's winning bets. He dies this because in some ways he's lucid and self aware enough to be a bit guilty to keep you away from all human interaction. But to Sonar, it can't be helped.
•Punch-up: Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio (or tik tok by joji maybe?)
He is thoughtful, considerate, practical. He pays attention to the little things, like if you need an ergonomic rest for your wrist at your desk.
Reminds you to drink water if you're the type to let yourself get dehydrated, or ask if you've eaten if you often forget to eat or just plain work through hunger. He doesn't want to overstep his bounds, so pre kidnappind he is not forcing food on you, but he's always trying to jog your memory if you're forgetting to care for yourself.
Worries about your posture during work hours. He can see you shrimping out at your desk, and Colm does not approve. Like Blazer, he'll offer to give you massages. In Punch-up's case, these sessions are genuine altruism; he's a gentleman who can't stand to see you in pain. Sometimes, he'll join you in stretches he's looked up mostly aimed at sedintary people more like you, since he's so concerned with these long seated work days you have.
•Invisigal: Don't Put Anything On the Bible - JPEGMAFIA Feat. Buzzy Lee
Invisigal sometimes hangs out, just the two of you, without any notice. Sometimes she'll set down donuts or a cup of tea while you're distracted, a sweet gesture delivered through sleight of hand.
Courtney wonders if it could be your pretty eyes, whatever scars you carry, or just the general way that you move through the world, but theres just something about you, when you think you're all alone. You might sing to yourself, think aloud or grumble angrily under your breath. After she clocks out, or on your break, if she's very lucky she may find you dancing in your seat to some song you like. Enthralling, if you ask her.
When she gives you something, she likes watching you savor your treats after looking around for the culprit. Countney likes to sit on the edge of your desk when she can get away with it. She leans in, endeared to your confused face and questioning, darting eyes.
Face to face she's a real HR violation, not always shamelessly recycling lines she's used on robert but sort of iterating and innovating. Can be kind of corny, even if she's sultry sometimes, and if you grow too accustomed to her antics she pouts a bit before redoubling her efforts. "Were you formerly Somnonaut? Because I had a dream the two of us were fucking and it felt so real. Soooo, if its an hr violation, you gotta tell me," Courtney sets a hand at the small of your back, "otherwise, its entrapment gorgeous."
Wants to spend a morning with you making eacb other omlettes and having coffee, or tea if that's your thing. She fantasizes about just that, and its probably the
•Prism: Wifey Riddim - Shygirl, Club Shy, Jorja Smith, Sadboi
Likes to chat you up on her lunch break and give you music reccomendations. She loves learning your music taste, and if you have any suggestions of your own, she's playing them on repeat. If the two of you share a particular favorite, she may start thinking of it as " our song".
She likes to share her food too, but often its more like letting you try some of what she's brought. If she notices you both like anything similar, like if you both enjoy ube milk tea, she'll bring some in the mornings for you too. Not only does she think its's cute you have this in common, she's excited to assosiate herself with your favorites in your mind. She hopes the next time you get youself a treat you think of a time you've shared it with her.
Might act like she needs to print something or is having trouble with paperwork just to get your help and attentions. Alice bats her eyes, asks for help, and proceeds to slyly flirt while you try to get to the bottom of her little issue. You may never catch on, but other duslatchers might, which backfires on her. Others in the office with a bit of a sense of humor might offer their own help. When she has to spend fifteen minutes going through the SDN online portal for an incident report under Chase's bombastic side eye, she mourns the relative fickle luck of her previous strategies.
• Coupé: NICE OUT - Kilo Kish
When Coupé is in the breakroom, she tries to time it just so. Janelle takes note of your favorites, whether or not you order out, how you cut your sandwiches, anything she can. Whether sitting across from you or lurking behind your cubicle, Coupé has these smoldering eyes that follow you at times, and though her motif is the bird shes looking like a cat about to pounce. When you notice Janelle gives you a winsome smile before temporarily turning her attentions elsewhere. This doesn't last for long.
Janelle likes to see you out of work too, how relaxed you are, your dress sense, and so she sometimes engineers situations where she just so happens to be in the neighboorhood so tk speak. Uses this time to broach topics of a more personal nature, like whether you would date someone you met at work. She'd prefer not to bother you with these questions at work to keep up her professional fascade.
Asks you about your taste in books. She'd like to know what you're reading to read it herself sure, but there's a part of her that's really hoping to find authors and books in common. If you admit to any enjoyment of romance especially "dark romance" as a genre, she halfway convinces herself you're completely approving of her actions as a pursuant and a reluctant stalker.
• Malevola: All She Does is Kill Shit - The I.L.Y's
Malevola might try to spend quality time with you over simply bringing you food, sitting next to you on lunch breaks for some gossip, or just to talk about what you were up to last weekend.
Might start trying to dress to impress, subtly if she sees you're into it. Does seeing her in office siren outfits get you going? What about a pantsuit? Invested in pushing your buttons playfully, but she wants you to know she's all in. Ostentatious in her presentation to that end, she may get progressively more in tune with what you like seeing her it and capitalize on it.
• Blonde Blazer: Automatic - Hikaru Utada (maybe even the johnny vicious remix specifically)
She's falling over herself to give you paid sick leave, any little thing she can, just to butter you up. Blonde Blazer is a very affectionate boss, towards you in particular. Kind of a perky version of a dark romance ceo, love this girlboss.
FIRE FIRE ABSOLUTE FIREEE
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…Unless Dragon Anon is trying to warn me about their next incoming rampage I’ll go ahead and take this as a compliment.
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Happy you liked it! C:
Please don’t burn my dwelling.
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I just realized….
Robert has never said “I love you” in any fic I’ve written thus far. Even when you’ve asked directly how he feels, he hasn’t said it to you.
Sure, he’s admitted it to peers…but the word “love” never exits his own mouth.
Very interesting….
OH MY GOD ITS AMAZING. Dark Clouds pt 2 was GREAT. Are you planning on writing or 3? If you are I can’t wait to read it, but either way thank you for blessing the fandom with such wonderful literature!!
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Aww thank you!!!
I plan on continuing the story, in a way, but I don’t plan on making a part 3 to Dark Clouds. The majority of my work could be considered to be in the same canon, even though I’ve never made it official.
It’s all up to how you see it.
Thank you for reading!
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One thing about Robert I like thinking about when writing him is…how far exactly does his thought process go? How far ahead does he plan? Every word he says to you…is he being honest or does he say what he needs to to steer you into what he wants you to do?
Or worse, is it both?
I believe that sometimes he asks himself these questions, but never does it extend into finding a way to turn it off. After all, it’s who he is. It’s how he’s survived. And if he needs you to survive, then there’s no reason to ever stop.
Dark Clouds (Part Two)
Part One Yandere!Robert Robertson x Reader Requested Tags: @holorform2009 , beep-boop-bopbeep ————————♡———————— He never wanted you to look at him like that.
His eyes crinkle.
But there it is…right there on that pretty face.
You’re frozen in place. Barely able to breathe, but you try. You try your best. Maybe…there’s been a misunderstanding.
“Robert…I-” He steps forward, and you immediately hold your hand up, the end of the short umbrella pointed towards his chest.
“No no, stay right there!” you warn. “Don’t move just…just tell me what’s going on. Why am I…Why did you…”
Your mind blanks. What question could you possibly ask that would make this go away?
There weren’t any.
The heart tumbles out of his grasp and onto the floor as he steps closer, the umbrella coming into direct contact with his chest. He reaches up and puts a hand on top of it. He doesn’t press down, but you can feel the weight of his hand regardless.
“I know you’re scared.” He pauses, the heavy beat of rain against the window muffled in the background as your ears hone in on him and only him. You can’t help it. The look in his eyes…
“But you don’t need to be…It’s still me.”
Your hand subconsciously lowers just a bit, and he takes that as permission to gently push the umbrella out of the way. In the blink of an eye, he’s traversed the space between you two, and all of a sudden you could feel not just him but his presence. His heavy, human, energy just breaks the barrier of your skin and reaches in, into you and into your mind just vibrating with need. The need to be even closer.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” he starts, nervous but sure. “I didn’t say anything before because… I didn’t want to lose you…”
His arms extend until they’re surrounding you, the shadow of his hand creeping up your back as he pulls you in. You looked to your sides but there was nowhere to move where he couldn’t reach. Your widened eyes lose focus, centering on the wall ahead as the lock around your body completely encloses. He holds you, faintly, softly, and you feel the rumble of his voice pass through you.
“But you need to know… that I think about you…every.waking.moment. I close my eyes, and I can only see you. Your face. Your smile. Your eyes. Your touch… And when I’m lucky enough to dream, I swear… I lose my mind a little more every time I wake up.”
How…how did you miss this? It seems so clear to you looking at him now, but when you think back…Sleepless nights, misplaced items, coincidental meetups, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end for weeks and weeks.
The times you’ve suddenly looked back, the moments you knew you weren’t alone, and that night… That night under the stars.
None of it made sense then. But here…now…you wonder how you could’ve been so blind.
Your vision dims as your mind begins to drift far away from this place. You didn’t know if you could handle it. All you could do was listen. Listen and breathe. Don’t move. You know you want to, but don’t. Stay calm.
“I know you can’t trust me anymore. If you never forgive me… I get it.”
Just stay calm. He’s calm. Can’t you be? If you both just stay calm, then maybe-
“But…you’ll at least let me take care of you… right?”
Your frozen reverie ends immediately, your senses beginning to reawaken. All of a sudden you realize what happened. You fell for it again. He had you believing that maybe…maybe after he’d finished with what he had to say that you could get a chance to just…talk to him. Get out of this without having to…
Your body stiffens as you feel his hold, his hand on the back of your head…tightening…tightening.
And then… just as you open your mouth to speak.
….A release. His arms are no longer around you. He even steps back, and you’re able to breathe again. Your focus, where before you were intentionally blurring him out, decides to reframe his form into your view.
He looked…shaken. His widened eyes were cast downward towards the floor as his arms splayed stiffly at his sides. He swallows thickly before biting his lip, all followed by a deep breath that makes his chest expand. And then, he breathes out the words you never could’ve expected to hear from him.
“…You should go.” There was just enough tone in the whisper to hear it, like it was almost a mistake for you to do so. Somehow, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be relieved. In fact, you were confused. He’s just…letting you go? A pit of unease wells up inside you. You looked on toward where the exit was, then back at him, already feeling the theoretical eyes on your back if you did walk away. Every opportunity he would have… in seconds he’d be right there, right behind you no matter how fast you run. You hear another clap of thunder in the background as something comes to mind. You didn’t know if you should say this. The man before you was different, more fragile than the Robert you knew. If he changed his mind now, it would be over. But you couldn’t stop yourself from saying- “You first.” His eyes snap up to yours. Your tone was firm, but you couldn’t shake the quiver towards the end. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. Gradually, his back straightens, and his lips press together. A pause hangs in the air. Then, he nods. It’s a solemn nod, one with weight. You could almost feel the finality of it. You watch as he turns and walks away, one step following another. You expect him to continue like that, but he ends up slowing his gait to bend and pick up that heart shaped box he had dropped on the floor. Nevertheless, he doesn’t look back. It isn’t long before he rounds a corner, and then he’s gone. Everything in you collapses soon after. Your composure, your lungs….you feel your hand press against your chest as you try to calm your heartbeat. You leaned back against the desk, your legs feeling weak all of a sudden. There was nothing that could be done. You had to wait for your senses to return to you. It happens, eventually. Thankfully, you didn’t lose your head during it. You understood that before you could leave, you had to try something. You take a chance and turn your body away from where Robert left, facing towards the computer. You press the power button but…no luck. It doesn’t start. It looks like the power was knocked out, if not just this floor then the entire building. You can’t even get proof of what’s in the file… Maybe, the security cameras? But…they must have been knocked out at the same time as the power, and it’s unlikely they can show what was on the screen with any accuracy… Even if they were on during the time he was talking, it’s not like Robert did anything incriminating. He hugged you…then left. Maybe you should just wait until next week… but you can’t count on this evidence still being here when you come back to the office. Then maybe…maybe if you tell someone, they’ll believe you anyway? And then…And then, what? You didn’t know. What would happen to you? What would happen to… Robert? The thought of him getting in trouble… you felt a pang in your heart at the thought. It was stronger than your anger, somehow, but you couldn't understand why. You trusted him. You wipe the back of your hand under your eyes, fighting back angry tears. It’s not fair. Why should you have to feel bad? You didn’t do anything wrong, and yet…
If he had just told you before any of this happened, then maybe…. ….No. You couldn’t think about that anymore. You’d just have to try your best with what you have, just like you always did. You could try arranging a discreet meeting with Mandy when you see her, send an email as soon as you get home. After that…you’d figure it out.
But first, you have to leave this building.
…It takes a second for you to move. Your legs are stiff and your feet feel like they’re nailed to the floor, like they’re not supposed to move. But you have to. You have to, so you do.
The handle of the umbrella is gripped tightly in your fingers as you move about the floor. You approach a corner, your hand tensing. But once you finished rounding that corner, there was nothing to be found but an empty hall. You come across the same story on your trek. Every obscured walkway, behind every wall, every door: it was empty. There wasn’t even a hum of power in the background. Just your own steps. Your own breathing.
Well, your own breathing…and the rain.
It had gotten much worse when you reached the front entrance. You looked through the window into the parking lot and quickly found the outline of your car where you’d parked. It wasn’t too far away, but it wasn’t a short walk, either. You looked further out into the lot… there didn’t seem to be any more cars, but honestly you could barely tell through the wall of water coming down. You nearly jumped as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by another clap of thunder.
You needed to hurry before it got any worse than this. You open the umbrella, place it over yourself and step through the door.
The sound…It hit you as soon as you opened the door, the constant downpour. It made you anxious, the water splashing on your shoes and the way ahead visibly blocked. But at least you could see your goal. It seems so close. You’re halfway there but- !!! A chill immediately tingles all the way up your back.
Someone, somewhere, was watching you. You hadn’t been the best at listening to this feeling before, but now your senses were blaring. It was impossible to ignore. You kept walking, speedily this time, towards your car. You spare a glance backwards towards the front entrance, seeing a shadow in the window just out of view in your peripheral. But was it real? Was your mind playing tricks? It had to be. You would’ve noticed him by now. Were there any cameras out here? You know he’s pretty technical, so he could be watching you through those…But no, the power’s out, remember?
You have to get a hold of yourself. But the rain is so loud. Would you even be able to hear a car speeding towards you? Is there anywhere you were truly safe inside this parking lot? You pull out your key as you finally reach the car door, the umbrella nearly falling out of your grasp while you press its handle against your cheek. The rain's heavy pelt was suddenly exchanged with muffled drumming on your windshield once the door closed behind you. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the wet umbrella was tossed into your passenger seat, the door was swiftly locked, and your head fell to rest on your steering wheel.
You were okay. Well, not totally okay, and definitely not in the clear. Despite your earlier encounter, driving in this rain was also nothing to take lightly. You’d have to be very careful if you were going to make it.
You slowly raise your head, about to start your car when….you notice it. Pressed against the windshield, pinned under the windshield wiper…
The heart-shaped box.
There’s movement, swift and sharp. You just barely catch it in your rear view mirror, but by then an arm has snaked its way around your neck pulling your head back into the headrest. A damp cloth covers your mouth, quickly drowning your outcry. Your hands fly up to the arm, scratching and pounding the muscle choking your windpipe with your fists, all efforts to move away with the rest of your body only suffocating you further. The scent of chemicals fill your nose and poison your mouth, and you rapidly feel the effect on your mind take hold before your body.
You want to go to sleep. You want to eventually wake up from this horrible nightmare. You want to pretend, even for one more second that Robert, your friend, wouldn’t do this to you.
It’s still him, isn’t it?
But who is he?
As you take one more glance into the rear view mirror with tears blurring your vision, you realize… he’s not even looking at you. In his face, you don’t see sadness, anger, or satisfaction. You see nothing. He’s staring at nothing- right into the middle distance. His entire expression, blank while an airtight grip is clenched against your neck, his other hand holding the cloth to your face. That expression remains clear in your haze as you feel yourself drifting farther and farther away.
Who is he…. You were fooled into thinking you knew.
Glad to hear your alright<33 Take your time mate, don't push yourself way too much!!
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You’re too kind, thanks Dragon Anon!
How are you doing writer? You've been quite quiet these days, I'm kinda getting worried about you (genuinely, I'm not being ironic)
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Hi, anon!
Thank you for checking up on me. I’m alright, I promise. Just a little foggy up here, and I don’t want to disappoint anyone with what I put out. So, I’m taking my time.
Speaking of your fics.... What'chu think this Robert is into? Particularly, I feel he's deep into Dacryphilia
Okayyy Robert Robertson kinks, here we go! Keep in mind that most of this is specific to after you’ve been kidnapped. He might act differently in other circumstances.
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Can I give you a suggestion? I really like the Yandere!Robert fics, I really really really (wanna zig a zig ah) wanna hear more of your writing of smut (btw: do you have an ao3 account?)
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Hmm… I hear you. Most of my nsfw stuff leans more on the suggestive side instead of outright smut. I don’t have anything against writing something more explicit one day if that’s what you’re asking for.
Also, no I do not have an ao3 account :3