Lunoorbonoor

「 yandere blog certified larper 」

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all ideas are free to use !! ^_−☆,,….,,,…,,,… but a tag would be appreciated !!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

‘ ao3 ’ ‘Current hyperfixation(s) ≈ mha ’

‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ♪───Ｏ request r open ! ! !Ｏ───♪ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’

• hi! I’m Lunoor I very much enjoy Yandere (platonic especially) sooo

• this is a dark blog with dark themes other then yandere,,, so tw

• I’m 16 so if you feel uncomfortable with that sorry not sorry !!

• most all of my posts have gender neutral Yandere and a gender neutral reader unless stated otherwise ^^

• u guys are second best to my ao3 account so it will take longer for your shit to come out,, that being said I’ll take character x character requests

•f I don’t want to write smth it will be deleted and not talked about

• I have dyslexia so some worlds look the same, I just wanna apologize in advance 🫡

• tho they’re not my fav, romantic Yandere are loved and accepted so pls don’t feel like you can’t send them !!

• fandoms im in include =

, tr, batfam, opm, mha(only afo for now) , twst, hxh, ls, kny, dungeon meshi, dsmp, the boys, re zero, cote, tadc, marvel (moon knight only), the pitt, Qsmp

• my fav character included =

SEBEK, Bruce, Hanma, Kisaki, ALL FOR ONE, Dottore, the octo trio, Hans gruber, Subaru, ijichi, Duke Thomas, Aoyama Yuga

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Platonic Yandere younger sibling who doesn’t know you very well but still is obsessed with you

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who was born a whole 16 years younger then you

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who has very few memories of you. Which are mainly you and their parents fighting

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who doesn’t understand why you left them. Sure you didn’t have the best relationship with your parents but you clearly loved them. And yet you left

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who grew up knowing something of theirs was missing

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who is now older and finally getting out of the house you tried so desperately to leave

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who goes to college (something you didn’t have the privilege of doing). Who becomes successful and rich 

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who has everything they could possibly want but they still have an empty place

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who remembers you one day their sweet older sibling they hardly knew 

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who grows obsessed with finding you. Your life clearly wasn't as good as theirs and so they must free you 

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who one day gets a message from you saying you want to connect again 

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who is over the moon and quickly agrees. But something was wrong with you when you met.. you seemed sad and where seeking apologies for some stupid shit

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who sets some workers to watch over you. Clearly something was wrong and as a good younger sibling they intend to find out

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who realizes what you’re trying to do and is having none of that. 

Platonic Yandere younger sibling who instead of lashing out and forcing you to stay with them they (as calm as they can) ask you to visit once more. You agree of course you have no reason to doubt your sibling.

“How are you liking that tea,” they chuckled. You look up from your lap and try to smile back, albeit more wonky and uncertain. “It’s made from a special blend,” your sibling continued. With a sluggish nod you went to respond but you were so tired… When did you get this exhausted? The last thing you saw before you fell over sideways was your younger sibling staring at you with such intensity…

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Really liked your platonic yandere Bruce Wayne headcanons! I’m imaging what platonic yandere Clark Kent ones would look like?? Have a nice dayy

Platonic Yandere Superman x Reader drabble

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He was out late again, doing superhero work or whatever. It wasn’t particularly common, but maybe once a month he would have a big fight with the justice league. Leaving him to come home later than normal. And you being you, took this time to try and escape. Every damn time you hear about a new world ending monster on the news you know you can begin the plan you’ve been working on since the last time you tried to escape.

It was almost like a routine, every month you’d pick the small lock and book it out of the cabin Clark has you trapped in. And every month he would show up a few hours later, grabbing you like a stuffed animal and would bring you home. 

Why wouldn’t he just make the cabin more secure? Why did he feel the need to give you such hope that maybe somehow you could get away? You know you won’t escape not fully at least, but yet you still try. You know he has super hearing, endless speed and you know that he could fly around the planet in a second. But yet he still gives you plenty of time to leave.

Clark is a smart man, he’s not as ditsy as he likes to make himself seem. Deep down you know he has an understanding of what he’s doing. He lets you escape, he lets you run, he lets you  get yourself cold, hungry, bruised, and dirty. because he knows when he flies in offering a hot bath, a good homemade meal, and your special blanket, you’ll cave. Falling in his arms as he cares for you like a dutiful father would. And you know that was his plan all along. 

At this point it feels almost like an owner letting his pet have its outside time. All the energy you accumulate over the span of a month is released into a pitiful escape attempt. And when you're finally tuckered out he comes and collects you back. 

Only he can make trying to escape so demeaning. Only he can make you feel so stupid so useless. There was no point in trying, you’ll never get out.

You sigh defeated when Clark finally found you. It was earlier than normal. He must have stopped whatever disaster there was pretty quickly leading him to find you faster. Realistically you could probably try and run past him, you haven’t used up all of your energy yet but it just felt pointless. There is no way you could outrun him. With a long look into his pure blue eyes you slump in defeat. Letting him wrap his arms around you and fly away.

Later that evening after a forceful bath  you two sat together at the dinner table eating your “grandmas” special casserole.

“You're doing this on purpose,” you state plainly, too exhausted to say anything else.

Clark looked up and smiled.

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do you ever just wish you won’t like a fic because it hasn’t updated in years. Like you wish and pray there is something wrong with it so you won’t get too sad when you reach a cliffhanger? Then it turns out to be a life changing fic and you cry

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Wait did Yan alien baby eat us? :( I don’t hate them but they are getting a timeout for sure

yes indeed they did eat us , poor little baby couldn’t hold themselves back , but hey it was always gonna end like , the cycle of life or some shit

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Part two of this

Platonic Yandere alien child who is reaching the age where their original mother sets out to collect them,

Platonic Yandere alien child who is bigger compared to other children of the same species (guess the middle of the night grilled cheeses really plumped them up huh) and there for stronger

Platonic Yandere alien child who feels a deep instinctual need to kill you but doesn’t, 

Platonic Yandere alien child who fights with all their willpower to stop and shove those feelings down

Platonic Yandere alien child who was supposed to kill you by now, after all you're only the host according to their species. Disposable and a nice snack for the growing alien child

Platonic Yandere alien child who manages to stop themselves for eating you but still they can only hold off on these feelings forever , 

Platonic Yandere alien child who runs away in a desperate attempt to save you. You were their parent and they wouldn’t let something as stupid as biology separate you.

Platonic Yandere alien child who misses you so bad, no more yummy sandwiches or warm cuddles just cold forests and yucky berries

Platonic Yandere alien child who on better days takes time to visit you (staring longingly at you through the window like a creep) 

Platonic Yandere alien child who sees how sad you are at them leaving and gets even more miserable they just want you back.

Platonic Yandere alien child who finally gets a visit from their mother enticing him to come “home”

Platonic Yandere alien child who addresses her oddly respectfullyly asking if they could stay on earth with you and how you are their true parent

Platonic Yandere alien child who rushes back as soon as their fake mom agrees to let them stay finally, they can be with you forever!

Platonic Yandere alien child who loves all the hugs and kisses you gave but had to apologize for running off

Platonic Yandere alien child who enjoys being back with you, their life was going perfectly. They just love you so much and they didn’t want to leave (or have you leave) them even. 

Then one night with their jaws covered in sticky blood and mind swirling in dark thoughts they left towards the moon. Taking you with them of course. How could they forget their sweet, kind, delicious parent? 

blame the anon who asked for part two

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Can you you do platonic yan caine from TADC in honnor of the movie?

at some point

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Girl, was it you who make the list?

the dc tier list??? If so no??? I’m not even on the list don’t insert me in that drama

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hey can i ask which anime is your pfp from? It looks interesting and I'm looking for a new show to watch.

Rezero!!! Omggg it’s so good … you can watch the first season on Hulu but Crunchyroll has all of the seasons, though it’s very dark if you want something light hearted I would not recommend 😭

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Hi, can u pls double your request to me? I accidently delete it when posted...

tbh I have no idea what your talking about 😭 I don’t remember sending you anything but maybe I did?????

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PLEASE MORE PLATONIC KILLER CROC AHHH I LOVE IT SJKFKF

maybee no promises tho

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is your new storie inspired by another blog?? It s kinda a copy.

oh no, also who and what are you saying it’s a copied of

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Platonic Yandere Batman who's on patrol one day when a small scraggly person attacks him. 

Platonic Yandere Batman who takes one look at your home made costume and child like statue and pauses

Platonic Yandere Batman who is confused on why you are so obsessed with trying to take him down

Platonic Yandere Batman who is a little hesitant when he has to reprimand you but you just wouldn't stop trying to put him in a headlock. 

Platonic Yandere Batman who interrogates you, hopefully he can squash this behavior before you get older and can actually cause people harm.

Platonic Yandere Batman who has a hard time getting you to talk about yourself, but he has managed to find out that his suspicions were correct about you being a child 

Platonic Yandere Batman who finally has enough and drops you off at the nearest police station , hoping that they can find you some help.

Platonic Yandere Batman who keeps running to you, still in the shabby little costume you claim to be his next big enemy 

Platonic Yandere Batman who find it cute when you claim to be such an evil villain when all you do is try (and fail) to attack him and arguably your worst offense….. steal candy from younger kids

Platonic Yandere Batman who enjoys playing along with you, after being with you for a good while he was certain this behavior wasn’t exactly a malicious thing more so a little game you liked to play  , obviously he’s trying to turn your attention into more positive things 

Platonic Yandere Batman who one day is hit with the unfortunate news that you got caught up in the crossfire between rival gangs leading to you being heavily injured

Platonic Yandere Batman who fights with himself to visit you in the hospital when he finally does he is greeted by your weak form 

Platonic Yandere Batman who feels a little lost seeing you like this even more when your parents show up

Platonic Yandere Batman who feels a strange sense of jealousy when you light up when you notice them, but then a deep feeling of anger when they barely show you any affection.

Platonic Yandere Batman who feels this overwhelming need to just take you away to his home but he stops himself. 

Platonic Yandere Batman who starts to talk to you about your family subconsciously putting doubts in your mind until you slowly start to turn away from them

Platonic Yandere Batman who is waiting with open arms to just swoop you off your feet and properly care for you

“Aw it’s okay sweetheart, come here cry it out.” He patted your head, “hey what about I make you your own super suit?”

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Mannnn I’m really into the amazing digital circus it would be a shame if someone sent me a request cough cough

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MY GUY MY GUY

Can you make a platonic yandere Killer Croc? I know it sounds weird to be him but he's actually a really cool character with some humanity in him, and I heard crocodiles are some fierce protectors of their young

Pls plsss 🙏

I LOVE killer croc, and guys we are going to ignore the fact that this is one of my dc ocs storylines ,,, wait now I have to make a master list … NOOOO

Croc first found you when you were a small little thing. Floating on a small homemade raft with only a thin blanket keeping you dry. He was tempted to just let you pass by, he had no moral obligation to help you. Nor did it benefit him in any way. If anything he should take your raggedy blanket so he could try to awkwardly wrap it around his huge body on particularly cold nights. Not like it would really do anything, being cold blooded a simple blanket won’t do much of anything. 

But something about the way your chubby infant body curled up. Or how the fact that you, a baby, was so quiet just rubbed him the wrong way. So against his better judgment he swam up to you. 

At first he didn’t really know what to do, you were still breathing, thankfully, but you were cold. Unnaturally so. Croc had lived his whole life with this deep relentless chill in his bones. No matter how many covers he stacked on top of himself, or how many warm foods he devoured, it wouldn’t leave. Later after learning the difference between cold and warm blooded animals it made sense. 

Croc was already on his way to soak up the sun on his favorite rock by the shore. If he took you, you’d warm up, maybe he could even find your guardian. His scaly arm reached out to your chubby frame, and hesitantly he picked you up. Careful as could be. 

A small screech like sound came out of you, Croc was already nervous he fought with himself to not drop you. Slowly your eyes opened, maybe he was prepared for a cry of terror, but the way you looked up at him, curiously but not ridiculing. This was the first time, at least in his memory, that someone had looked at him without fear, or disgust. Not laughing at his odd appearance nor crying at his sharp teeth and super strength. 

You looked happy, joyful, he didn’t know exactly why. What’s fun about being abandoned? Pushed into the sewer to presumably die. But here you were, so young, so cold, but not giving up hope.

Where was your family? Mothers don’t usually leave their young unattended. Not like he had any experience with that, his mother dying to birth a freak like him. You were abandoned like him, no mother or father, no mean aunt to make your life hell.

Maybe it was the look in your eyes, or his endless loneliness, but right then as he swam to his favorite rock, with you cradled up against his chest, Killer Croc decided that he would be your family. That he would give you the life you deserve.

Ten Years had passed since then, you had grown up wonderfully. Croc had feared that raising a baby in the dark sewers would stunt its growth. Of course he had been wrong, kind of.

At first you were getting sick all the time, waste and toxic fumes didn’t mix well with a child. But as months passed you seemed to get better. Croc assumed that the constant toxins helped grow your immune system. Then after that everything changed. 

You went from a baby to a toddler, quickly he learned that you enjoyed swimming like him, you were playful and talkative. Just a plain joy to be around. Then from toddler to child, oh how you made him complete. He adored you, teaching you, playing with you. You were his joy, his reason to keep going, well you and revenge, but you more so. 

As you grew older your need to explore increased. No longer was wandering around the endless tunnels of the Gotham sewer system enough for you. You constantly whined and begged to go out, wanting to walk around the streets of Gotham. Something about the thought of you outside and out of his territory tugged on an instinct deep in Croc’s biology. An instinct to keep you safe and in his nest. It was too dangerous out there for you, his child. 

Every night he'd tell you stories of the world above, he’d tell you about the criminals and of The Bat. But nothing he would say would stop your curiosity. 

And that led you to now, watching his breath grow slow as he sunbathed on his favorite rock. It was getting colder, winter was sure to come soon. Whenever it gets too cold papa Croc plans extra trips to sun rock, and napped all day. You remember it being annoying when you were younger it used to annoy you to no end on how your papa slept all day, but now it was the perfect escape.

You giggled inwardly as you unwrapped his claws that rested around your belly. Slowly you slipped to the edge of the rock before plopping into the sea water. Your plan was mainly to explore the city above but you also wanted to find something for him. A gift of sorts.

Softly you padded to the shore, careful not to make enough noise to wake Croc. Finally you reached a small messy cove, you were still a fair good distance from the big city but you hoped one of the cars you’ve read about would show up. 

hands shaking with excitement you patted down your tattered clothes. Step by step you walked to the road, stopping just short of the black river. Hesitantly you reach your hand out making the shape of a thumbs up like you learned about in your book. 

You stood there for a while waiting for someone to see you and unfortunately no car was around. So you sat waiting, for what seemed to be in your child mind, hours. 

Finally you spotted a sleek black car approaching, quickly you stood up jumping in joy, finally you could go to the city! If this timing kept up you would still be sitting here waiting by the time Croc woke up. 

The car slowed before stopping a few feet away from you. Bounding over your practically vibrating with excitement. It was time! To see the city! And you’ll prove to papa Croc that there’s no overgrown bat! Then you two can visit the city together.

The door to the car opened and a confused man stepped out, he was tall (not taller than papa though). He bent down looking you over before he softly spoke, “are you lost?” He asked 

You giggle of course, you weren't lost, you just needed a ride to the big city. “No I’m not,” you smiled, “I’m a hitchhiker,” you said matter of fact. 

You paused reading his expression, “can you take me to Gotham?” You finally ask.

The man looked you over before nodding slightly. “Where do you want to go,” he asked. 

“Umm– the library…?” You didn’t get that far oops.

“Where’s your family?” He asked looking at you over again, man, how many times is he going to do that?

“Uh, they're at the library,” you lie, poorly. The guy doesn’t look convinced but leads you to the back seat. Finally he starts the car and you're on your way.

 A soft click rang throughout the car. 

You smile excited at the passing scenery, you count the green markers out loud as they pass. The guy thankfully doesn’t seem to mind, too busy focusing on the road you assume. Time passes your up to 27 markers when you finally see the city, it’s still somewhat far away but you could see it! Wiggling in your spot you turn your attention back to the road.

“So why do you want to go to Gotham?” The man asks, looking at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Uh, well I’ve never been,” a nice simple answer good job you! 

“Mm, why were you on the side of the road?” He hummed looking back at the road then back at you. 

“I got lost..” You smile wonkyly.

He paused before asking “Are you hungry?” 

You hesitantly nodded your head. The guy smiled at that and pulled over to a restaurant you didn’t notice before. He pulled into the driveway and ordered a “bat-mite” whatever that was. He reached back to hand you whatever he picked for you but paused.

“When was the last time you ate?” He asked.

What an odd question, you think, but answer him honestly, “uh last night I think? Papa couldn’t find anything for breakfast.” 

He hummed at that. “Your papa, is he nice?” 

“He’s the best! He’s napping right now so I snuck out,” you say happily, “he likes to nap for hours when it gets cold out so I just decided to sneak out. I’ve never been to the city so I was hoping to explore it!” You ramble. The man seemed content, just listening to you.

“Your dad, what’s his name?”

You go quiet, before answering his question honestly. “He says I’m not allowed to say, he has a bunch of enemies.” 

Thankfully the guy didn’t seem  too upset about your answer.

“That’s fair,” he hummed, “well my name's Dick what’s yours?”

You pause briefly before answering him, papa Croc never said anything about telling them your name. The guy–Dick, seemed pleased with your answer and continued to drive towards Gotham.

It took 13 more green markers to reach Gotham and then a small drive around the city to reach the library. You finished scarfing down the food he gave you a while ago and now you are folding it over and over in boredom. Looking out the window and to the city you are greeted with the beautiful sight of a big building, the library you are assuming. You note the sky is turning darker. Croc will likely wake up in an hour or two. Thankfully all you needed to do to get back is hop in the nearest manhole. 

Anyways the main thing is that you have about an hour to explore the city, find something for papa Croc and leave. Easy.

“All right, well we’re here,” Dick mused, “shall I wait for you to find your family?” 

“No! No– it’s okay!” You replied unbuckling your seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride.” You quickly rush out of the car failing to see the serious look on Dicks face and how he reached for a secret compartment.

For now you’ll stay in the library. Books and sewer water don’t really mix, but Croc had brought back a few on occasion. You adored reading and books. At first Croc had been a little hesitant to teach you how to read but after finding a car manual in a washed up car you begged him to teach you. And with that came your obsession with books. 

You took your time picking out a few books with interesting covers. But upon the realization, it wouldn’t be practical carrying them around with you. You settle for one. Thankfully the black car was gone so you continued your adventure. 

It was getting really dark, and fast, but you just couldn’t stop. Everything was so new and exciting you couldn’t look away. You still had to find something for Croc. possibly something soft, like your blanket, but that he can be able to hold. Mainly so he doesn’t have to cuddle you in a death grip all night. 

Blindly you walk into an alleyway, hoping to find something, anything really. You were starting to give up hope, and at this point you were looking for a more discrete manhole so you could slip in. Yes, maybe your trip would be for nothing but hey that means you can sneak out again.

Behind you something heavy drops from the sky, cautiously you turn around. Only to see the very thing that papa Croc warned you about, The Bat. Your breath picks up and you freeze. How could you forget about this? Quickly you shriek hoping to confuse the monster and then you dart. 

The streets are difficult to navigate, especially it being your first time in the city, but still your zigzag motion and the random turns seemed to help you lose it. You need to find a manhole, now. 

You run for a good bit, still making random turns but finally you find a good spot to rest if only for a moment. Looking out at the street you notice what you’ve been looking for. Hesitantly, you stepped out away from the sweet cover of the alleyway and onto the open road. 

No cars or people seemed to be here. Something about that made you feel off but you had no time to think. 

Crouching down above the manhole you wiggle your fingers through the gaps, pulling as hard as you can. It barely went an inch. Still you try harder, all your adrenalin going into your arms.

“You need help with that?” A man’s voice asked. Quickly you snap your head up, it wasn’t The Bat, thank god. But he was in some weird blue and black suit. 

“Can you help me,” you jump to your feet moving closer to him, “The Bats after me!” 

“The Bat?” 

“Yeah! My papa warned me about him.” You shift your eyes left and right, making sure The Bat wasn’t close. “Can you please lift that?” You said pointing slightly at the manhole.

“It’s dangerous down there, how about I take you to the police, they should help you find your papa.”

“No–! I need to get down there!”

“Shh, hey it’s okay.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, “let me take you to the police.”

“No! Let me go!” You shrug his hand off and prepare to bolt. He doesn’t let you. “Stop! Let me go.” You struggle fruitlessly.

A thud sounds behind you, it must be The Bat here to finish you off. To think you trusted this man to help you. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you continue to struggle. Helplessly you call out to Croc, hoping he's already up and looking for you.

You didn’t have to yell for long though, Croc's wide frame came bursting through the road. You felt the man’s grip on you tighten but all you cared about was getting to Croc.

Croc on the other hand was staring down your attackers, deep growls flowed through every breath. His eyes honed in on you, checking for any wounds or blemishes. noticing you look fine except for now freely flowing tears. His body still tense, seemed to calm down slightly.

The Bat, noticing this interaction, spoke, “Nightwing, let them go.” He commanded. The guy– Nightwing looked conflicted, but loosened his grip. 

As soon as Nightwing did, you darted towards Croc, hiding behind him. You dropped your book at Nightwings feet but it was too late to care. Croc was still on guard but with you closer he edged back towards the now giant hole in the road. Ready to snap if anyone got closer.

No one did, thankfully. So he grabbed you and jumped into the sewers.

Dick looked ready to jump in and follow you, one look from

Bruce made him stay put. “Are we really going to let him take them?” He spat. 

“Well, Killer Croc has been M.I.A and I think we found out why.” Bruce sighed before grappling away. Dick followed behind him. “Was that the runaway you found?” Bruce asked after a while.

“Yeah,” Dick murmured. “Do you think this will be a problem?” He asked after a long pause.

“Mm, unless that kid keeps up their rebellious phase I think we’ll be fine.”

Deep in the sewers at your shared nest Croc looked angry. He was glaring at nothing and huffing. You were still buried in his claws tightly resting against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” You mutter trying to calm him down, if only slightly.

He didn’t respond, but you could feel him shift his head reaching down towards your neck pausing against it. You felt his hot breath as his mouth hovered above your jugular before it snapped shut, to close for comfort. Instead you heard him sniff your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, more startled. 

With His head buried in your locks Corc hummed. His claws wrap around your knees and chest, keeping you pinned. A deep growl rang out, this time less angry but it still was a warning.

You won’t leave him again. Not if he can help it 

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Me when you post: 😍😊🤩

Me when you post but with art; 🤩😊😍🥰🤯🌟🌟🌟

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Thank uuuuuuuu can’t exactly promise more but maybe

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Time has long since disappeared since you first arrived. The small room that was now your whole world. Your kidnapper, a tall scruffy man seemed to get it stuck in his head that you were as helpless as a child. No smarter than a baby, and unable to care for yourself. He claimed to know what was best for you, he claimed that you would have perished without him. 

You sift uncomfortably on your thin mattress due to your constant weight laying on it. Barely did you have the motivation to get up anymore. After content running away attempts (tantrums as he liked to call it) your will to fight was long gone. He seemed to like that, he seemed to find a sick perversion in doing almost everything for you, and at this point you just let him. 

“Hey darling,” his hoarse whispered out into your dark room. You slightly turn your attention upwards at your kidnapper. He was holding clothes in one hand, and your morning balanced in his other. He flipped one the light switch, walked a few paces, and placed your breakfast down on your side table.

His smile was brighter than normal, his crooked yellow teeth on full display. “Papa has a surprise for you!” He clapped his hands together. “But first you have to get dressed in your new outfit!” 

You sat up like zombies and let him change you out of your pajamas. You’ve learned it’s best if you start fighting,, he didn’t seem to want to sexually assault you, more so wanting to seem like a father figure. So you let him undress you till you were bare,  you let him slide ho start socks on your leg, you let him lead you to stand up straight, and you let him take a picture of you. Your kidnapper gushing all the while. 

“Smile for papa!”