A yandere that, because you look awfully gloomy and lonely, decides to gift you a huge plush of themself.
You, who absolutely hates that plush (for obvious reasons) until you… don’t.
Don’t get me wrong, that plush is hideous. It’s one of those human torso-sized, huge, huggable, soft plushes that come out for famous anime these days. It’s so frustrating that when you poked it with your finger, it was really damn soft and would make a great cushion. However, the annoying, cutesy visage of your captor made in a toy style and the horrendous odor of their scent, which the plush seemed to have bathed in, are appalling enough not to care.
Although you turn it around towards a wall, so it’s not staring at you, it’s now a constant presence in your life even when you try to hide it upstairs when you get free access to all of the house. Your yan merely puts it back into your basement room, latest by the following day.
It’s not a secret that you are really fucking lonely in your basement prison, waiting all day for your captor to come back home so you can play happy family upstairs. It’s super depressing that you rarely catch enough sunlight to sustain yourself. Your whole life simply has no meaning other than being a captive, locked up, and forgotten in god-knows-where. But you warn yourself repeatedly that you haven’t sunk this low as to need a cuddly plush of your captor to keep you company. Even when it’s soft and huggable and at least doesn’t annoy you (because it can’t talk and can’t threaten you), you don’t. Need. It.
You know what it’s good for, though? Punching. You thought you got rid of your anger a long time ago, but it turns out punching and wrestling with the thing like a rabid dog is pretty good for your mental health. There are a lot of unreleased feelings stuck inside you, so… it takes a good beating for sure.
At least until your knuckles hurt and you finally feel the tears dripping down your cheeks.
You really tried to hate this plush—at least as much or even more than your captor. And it’s so fucking ugly, it still makes you want to puke. But when you finally give in and wrap your arms around it, it almost, really closely feels like a hug. It doesn’t suffocate you, but it is soft and understanding in your arms even though you just beat it into the ground, and it doesn’t blabber love confessions into your ear while it presses the air out of your lungs. When you hold it long enough, it almost has the faintest warmth to it, too, and damn. You did kind of need that, didn’t you? After so long, this is exactly what you need.
Of course, after that brief display of unintended affection towards that damn toy, you throw it into a corner and go hide away for a while to compose yourself, hating that you sunk so low. It makes you feel really fucking pathetic, and yet… well, it doesn’t have to lay face down on the cold ground. The plush can at least rest against a wall or something. It’s ugly, but it’s not the plush’s fault that it was created that way.
The timid glances you give it throughout the day until your captor comes home, demanding attention from you that you provide reluctantly to avoid the drama, are nothing but curious looks… you think. Even when you are hugged by a real person—too tight, too needy, too hard—you look over to your plush which was so different from what you have to endure just for the sake of peace. And at night, you undoubtedly wish to have no one bother you like your captor does… but the plush would probably be more comfortable if you had to choose.
Gradually, and as insane as it sounds, you begin to hang out more with the plush. Maybe you are losing your mind, but it doesn’t feel so weird anymore the more you do it. Let it sit next to you on a chair as you eat your snacks provided, or allow it to watch a movie with you (but only with an arm’s length distance between you two). It’s not the same as a real person, and it will hardly ever be able to replace that, but it grows on you in terms of companionship. It’s even a little bit of relief to talk to it about your worries and complaints, despite the plush not being able to change anything about what plagues you.
Nonetheless, it’s almost as if the plush makes living with the yandere a bit more endurable and easier. Perhaps your mood changed enough to soothe your captor; thus, they are much nicer and more attentive to what you want and need. It’s far away from perfect, but it’s not as hard as it has been before. Now, being alone, only with your plush companion, is much more of a relief rather than a punishment you have to sit out.
You even find some relaxation, cuddling, and using the plush as a pillow while doing anything really. With its softness, an afternoon nap now seems all the more enticing. Of course, you still refuse to admit all of this to your captor, but by the smug grin on their face, they already know that you’ve grown fond of the plush version of themself. The only time you get skeptical of the two is when the yandere decides to take the plush away for some time. “To check the stitches,” they say, but for some reason, you don’t believe them.
It makes sense that you wouldn’t know about the… devices they put into them. A bit of a camera behind the cartoonish eyes and an audio device in the ears. You came close to destroying them when you had your rage fit, but not enough for the yandere not to see your first time hugging the plush. Or the first time you let it sit on the couch with you. Or when you let it—and thus the yandere—watch you eat. It’s lovely to see you more relaxed and calm for once, with no arguing or complaining. No stiffness in your body and no forced agreeing like you do with the yan. Not even the yandere gets to see you eat without trying to hide or refusing in front of them, so this is a very special sight for them.
But what made them even happier was how openly you disclosed all those information about yourself. Suddenly you were talking about what you wanted and how to make you happy with the simplest things, like cooking dishes you craved or getting you new movies that you wanted to see. And what made it even more worth it was the smiles the yan now had on video and occasionally received in person after fulfilling your wishes, even though you were still shy about that. The plush helps feed their obsession, making it the best decision the yan ever made after kidnapping you.
Because fulfilling these wishes and pleasing you is almost as good as affection from you, a gentle moment worth a thousand words the yandere wants to hear from your precious lips, but you’ll never give them. Give them a smile, and you have them, once again, wrapped around your little finger, playing their heart like a fiddle. They don’t even have to be jealous since fulfilling wishes is the one thing the plush will never be able to do—but the yan can. So they feast on the little achievements, the little less wariness whenever the yandere does anything and the bit more leniency with how far you let your captor go before bringing out your claws.
And then, after you became comfortable with their replacement, the yan simply took some time off work so they could sneak into the basement and throw the plush out of your bed before slipping into your sweet embrace themself, experiencing for the first time ever what it was like to truly be loved and cherished by you, gently held in your arms.
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