platonic yandere cult and and and the being that they worship actually exists and is also obsessed with you because you look like his child. alright stay with me please.
its the fact that you eerily resemble the child of their god. it's almost uncanny, and unfortunately one of the cult member spots you. you're extremely confused because a woman runs up to you and hugs you tightly. as if she knew you.
curse your anxiety because the first thing you do is comfort her, awkwardly patting her back while she was drenching your shirt with her tears. she's gripping you tightly and after 5 minutes pass, you finally ask her. "who...are you? are you okay?"
"you're-- you're his child. pure, innocent and kind." she mumbles, her eyes are crazed as she holds your face. "you must return to him. your father misses you."
...what?
a nervous laugh escapes you and you try to be gentle as you pry her off of you. stepping back until you're far away enough from her that you can turn around and finally leave this weird situation. you don't see how her eyes follow you as you disappear from her sight.
it sticks with you, that interaction. the way the woman held you so tightly, the way she looks at you. almost possessed as she talks about your 'father' and, obviously, it's not your actual father she's talking about.
after that day, you can't help but notice you're being followed. not by her, but by multiple people following you around with the same clothing. you recognize the simplistic robe-like clothing.
was a cult stalking you?
your question is answered when the same woman was sitting in your living room, two other men standing beside her. she smiles and before you can react, a cloth covers your nose. you slowly start to black out.
when you finally stir awake again, you're in what you can only assume to be a hut. it's furnished beautifully, the bed you're sleeping on is comfortable and soft.
"you're awake!" a cheerful voice exclaims. "i was about to call upon the help of your father if you didn't wake up soon." the man laughs as he hands you a wooden cup.
you push it away. he frowns. "you need to drink some water sweetheart, you've been passed out for days!"
"yeah? and who's fault is that." you get up, he moves to stop you but you send a glare that makes him sit back down. "your father expects you--"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but i don't care. i'm leaving."
he wants to protest but you leave the hut. you're in a forest, it was beautiful and you would stay to admire it if you weren't clearly trapped with a cult. who kidnapped you here, convinced that you were some fake god's child.
the clearing itself was huge, filled with people all wearing the same robe-like clothing. it was definitely a cult. you try and sneak past, trying not to draw attention to yourself but it was pointless.
people started to notice you and you start to draw up a crowd.
"it really is you! his child has returned home!" one man says, you feel a hand touch your shoulder and you flinch backwards. you don't see some of the members disappearing into a tent that towers over the others, built much more grandiose.
you only seem to notice it when something, something inhuman, walks out of it. the cult's attention turns to it. cheering and praising it as it walked out. but for some reason, its attention was fixed onto you and only you.
whatever creature that came out of the the tent, standing a few feet above the rest of the cult members. he-- it doesn't look human. its limbs are way too long, smile too big and comical, and its teeth are more like fangs.
you must be the only one that isn't brainwashed, because you're the only one that reacts normally at... that. with fear, your entire body freezes up at the sight.
whatever it was, it was evil. fear penetrated your very soul. but somehow you're the only one that feels that way. you turn around to run away.
but members crowd around you, men and women alike are holding you as they drag you to it. smiles plastered on their face as they praised... it.
it looks upon you with love and adoration as it started to reach for you. you shake your head and try to jerk backwards, but your protests are proved pointless when the members just hold you in place.
"finally. you've returned home to me," looming over you. a hand (fingers too long, too much-- not human--) cradling your face. you feel yourself tremble as it tilts its head. "don't be scared, my dear sweet child."
the crowd starts to comfort you, multiple people telling you that you shouldn't be scared. that you should embrace 'him' and hug 'him'. it's all starting to overwhelm you. and he--it (you have to remind yourself that it is not a person) takes notice.
"quiet." its voice is deep, almost immediately quelling the growing excitement. "come, let us talk some place else."
you don't want to be left alone with it, you don't. but he takes you away, bundling your smaller form in his arms as he coos sweetly, trying to calm you down.
Finally, some good fucking food.
