Todays poll winner is... yan!lamb hybrid! I changed my writing style again y'all 😋
Disclaimer: this is NOT in any way about racism. when i say "black sheep", i am talking about his wool. i wrote this and realized how it might be taken, so i want to make it abundantly clear that it was in no way my intention.
Other content warnings: stalking, invasion of privacy, not fully human yandere, death of a small character, yandere is aggressive, desperation, delusions
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"Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?"
Black cats are bad omens, yet sheep are pure, innocent. How can those two mix?
Ever since he was born, he's brought misfortune. His mother had died giving birth to him, and nothing has gotten better. His siblings hate him, he doesn't provide much for the farm, and he causes trouble when he tries to help. This has been going on for 19 insufferable years.
This farm is owned by a family friend, and it houses hybrids instead of the usual animals. These creatures were brought into the world a few centuries ago by a medical anomaly, and have been looked down upon for being animals. So, it's a sort of refuge area.
Recently, she had invited you over for a summer. You had never been, as your parents had some sort of issue at the thought of you going. However, you're 18 now, and you don't have to listen! Soon, you'll wish you should have.
When you arrive, you're shocked at how huge the plot of land is. Acres and acres of land, crops, and various buildings, all owned by the woman you soon learn is named "Stacy". There's all kinds of hybrids here - cows, chickens, centaurs, dogs and cats... any regular barn animal, really. (this is a shameless set up hehe)
You greet the ones you see where you are, and they seem friendly, and over the next few days, you get closer. You braid the centaurs' hair, play with the dog hybrids, milk the cows (yes this is as freaky as it sounds but dw it's machines), and sheer the sheeps arms and legs - the only area wool grows on them, for some odd reason.
*After about four weeks of this, you finally meet the black sheep you only heard in rumors up until then. He was climbing a tree, fishing for favorite pears. You can't help but notice that his wool is longer than normal, so you call out, and he falls from his branch. He slowly looks up at you, face dotted with mud, and his expression falls.
You are perfect. But what can he offer to you? He is useless. His wool cannot be dyed into pretty colors for your clothes, his horns are not strong, and he's unlucky. Any wish he just had is gone in seconds. He wipes his face, gathers his fruit, and attempts fleeing. But you gently catch his wrist.
He feels his whole body shiver and heat.
He hears you offer him something, and he nods without even listening. He lets you shear him and collect his wool without a word, watching you with big, deep eyes.
You handle him with such care.
He decides then that you must love him back. Who can blame him if he's been hated all his life?
He follows you when you're done, pushing a pear into your hands. At least he can provide that for you. You tell him you have other work to do, and he retreats for a bit, but you see he's watching you from afar. How could he not?
From then on, you keep seeing him more and more. Sometimes he'll have a fruit for you, other times a handful of berries. It's his way of being useful to you when you treat him so kindly. But you notice he's getting possessive, and fast.
It starts small - he wants to sit close, he wants to watch you work, he wants to brush your hair. Then he escalates to him holding your hand so hard to the point he leaves marks, him doing your laundry when you're out of your room, and keeping you from helping others. He can't stand the thought of having to share you.
Then things start going missing - small things, nothing missable. A pair of socks, an apple core, a hairtie. But to him, it's everything. He even cries himself to sleep some nights, angry at himself for being so weird, for obviously creeping you out. But he can't help it. He needs you, and you need him.
In the last week of your stay, you see him in your window, outside your door, watching you shower. By then, you have been distancing yourself, fearful of what he may do. He's getting desperate - you're pulling away! You're going to leave him!
Then it happens. You're asleep, when your door suddenly bursts open, even though it was locked. He stands there for a second, then lunges, covering your mouth before you can scream.
"Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup! Don't yell at me!" He whisper-yells, his voice desperate and shrill. "Why are you leaving me? Please, I've done everything. I take good care of you, don't I? Don't do this! I can be better, I can do better, just don't go. You saved me. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Please."
He buries his face in your chest, sobbing. His whole body shakes, but he keeps your mouth covered. Slowly, through the hours, he calms down, curling up on you and soaking up your heat. He listens to your heart, your breathing. His heart breaks. You're real. You're in his arms.
"I'm sorry... I'll behave. Don't be mad at me... I was losing my mind. You're leaving... Please, please, please... reconsider..."
He sniffles hard. "I love you..." He nuzzles closer, pulling the blanket up. He finally lets go of your mouth as he sleeps, holding your body close to his.
Right before he falls unconscious, however, you open your mouth for the final verdict -
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Woah, this is a long one. Took me two hours. I actually made it while watching 1917, so it timed up perfectly lol.
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