Yandere brain rotting idea I might use for later: You, a yandere lover, finally get the courage using the money you saved up to ârent a yandereâ just so you can finally experience it in real life since youâre such a big fan of the trope, not realizing you actually rented a real one whoâs genuinely obsessed with you. and every time they act all intense or possessive you just brush it off thinking itâs part of the act you paid for.
Yandere: I'll lock you up in my basement I designed just to keep you to myself so you can never leave me.
obsessed with Iezael, bc though his whole thing is literally building a whole church dedicated to your worship and he would "do anything for you", he won't ever just stop and leave you alone. because the worship is just another form of his love, and the love is secretly just control.
in the end, you'd probably be no different than any other number of his flock, brainwashed deeply convinced of your own divinity and thankful Iezael was there to show you the light and free you from mortal troubles.
and when you two are alone, when you're taking his every word as gospel and surrendering yourself to his love, it becomes difficult to tell which is the god and which is the devotee.
(turning their dynamic around in my brain like a microwave)
Omggg yes this!!! I love how their dynamic can flip so easily between the two of them!!
You end up completely dependent on him, after all heâs done such an oh so careful and deliberate job of making sure you are. This role is all something he guided you into, piece by piece, until thereâs no clear way back out of it anymore and the lines are too blurred to understand right and wrong anymore.
Everything he says becomes something you cling to, something you need because youâre trying so hard to live up to this âgodâ he and his followers see in you. And every time you hesitate, even a small moment of clarity or flicker of doubt. He notices. And heâs right there to pull you back in, soft and reassuring, telling you youâre doing the right thing, that youâve always been doing the right thing listening to him. And you cling onto those words as your only source of guidance in this sheltered birdcage he made just for you.
Iezael is the definition of wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't be fooled or else it may be too late to turn back... A promise is a promise after all, something that's binding if you don't watch out. âĄ
Hello! I just wanted to say I absolutely love suji! The writing was very immersive and I could really place myself in there! Please keep writing such lovely fics(â  â ââ âżâ ââ  â )â âĄ
OMG thank you so much!! To be honest there was a few times I almost planned on scrapping everything, but decided to stick it out since I spent so long on it and really wanted to be able to post something about Suji who's been living in my head rent free lol. I'm really happy I did! I'm also pleasantly surprised by the overwhelming love its gotten! I plan on doing more longer story's for sure at some point â€ïž
TW: Yandere tendencies, swearing, death (not reader).
sorry it took so long but I'm happy to present my biggest fic yet!
~My Heaven~
Life didnât shatter all at once.
It thinned.
It wore itself down in small, forgettable moments, the kind no one ever wrote stories about. Alarm clocks ignored. Meals skipped. Days that began already exhausted and ended exactly the same way time and time again. You learned quickly that survival wasnât dramatic. It was dull and repetitive with seemingly no end in sight.
You woke up late again.
The evening glow slipped through the bent blinds of your shabby apartment cutting across the ceiling in uneven stripes. Dust drifted lazily in the air. Your phone buzzed somewhere near your pillow, vibrating insistently with alarms you no longer reacted to with the same urgency you once had. You didnât reach for it right away. You stared at the ceiling instead, eyes unfocused, chest rising and falling slowly as though you were still deciding whether it was worth getting up at all.
Your body felt heavy. Not just tired, hollow from it all, repeating the same thing everyday over time has taken its toll on you, where everything felt utterly empty and void of any true meaning.Â
Eventually, you sat up. The room greeted you with its familiar silence: the hum of old wiring, the faint rattle of pipes behind the walls, the lingering smell of cheap detergent and something vaguely metallic from the kitchen sink that never quite drained right. You swung your legs off the bed and stood, swaying slightly until your balance caught up.
Breakfast didnât happen. It never did anymore. Food had become a future problem for later when or even if things get better, when you are gone from this hellhole on this side of town. Hopefully, in the future you won't have to deal with sketchy apartments where all a landlord cares about is money and looks the other way for anything else.
Believe it or not, you were once a young graduate who had nothing but high hopes and a future to look forward to, but this side of town had a way of sucking that life from you. You shake your head, "there's no need to think about it too hard anymore.â
You dressed quickly, groaning in disgust as you tugged on clothes that still smelled faintly of grease no matter how many times you washed them. The uniform hoodie from the pizza place hung off your frame a little more than it used to, sleeves brushing your knuckles. You checked your wallet to see the same thin stack of bills as per usually with the exception of less.
 âLooks like I'm walking today againâŠâ you let out a small sigh as you made your way out the door in a hurry.
The hours before your shift blurred together before you made your way back home to the same shabby apartment that greets you on the daily. It was always the same everyday with minor exceptions, you plop onto your bed without care after your long shift and drift away to your only escape from this nightmare, sleep.
In the day when you had nothing to do you passed time scrolling on your phone aimlessly, lying on your bed with the curtains half-drawn, listening to the city outside breathe and move without you. Somewhere in the back of your mind lived the idea of someday maybe the version of you who had escaped and became successful in their career, a normal useful person of society who ate real meals, who slept without counting hours. It felt more like a story you told yourself than a plan.
By the time evening rolled in, your chest already felt tight.
The pizza place waited for you like a sentence you had to serve.
Squashed between a pawn shop and a shuttered laundromat, its flickering sign buzzing faintly as you pushed through the door as the bell âdingsâ as if to further mock you. The smell hit you immediately; oil, burnt cheese, and cleaning solution. The fluorescent lights were harsh, unforgiving, making everything look slightly worse than it already was.
Looking around to your locker you notice your boss luckily isnât here yet. Your once tense shoulders subconsciously relax; he was known to scare off the new employees and never showed up to work. You've tried to apply to several places but haven't found much luck. With bills to pay, you could hardly be picky, leaving no choice but to stay in your toxic work environment. âI wish you would just disappear,â you spat out more to yourself then anything, slamming your locker with a loud bang as you tied your apron around your waist and proceeded to punch in. Orders trickled in slowly, the usual mix of drunks, night-shift workers, and people who didnât look you in the eye when they spoke. You moved on autopilot, hands working while your thoughts drifted elsewhere.
By the time the night crawled toward its end, your feet ached and your head throbbed dully behind your eyes.
When the warmer was shut off and the last order boxed, you slid a single leftover slice into a grease-stained container and tucked it into your bag. The crust was stiff. The cheese had congealed into a sad, lukewarm mass.
Outside, during the night the city changes. Neon lights reflected off damp pavement. Traffic murmured distantly. The air was cool against your overheated skin as you stepped onto the sidewalk, shoulders slumped, bag slung low against your hip. That was when you collided with something solid. The impact was sudden enough to steal the breath from your lungs. You stumbled, gasping as the pizza box slipped from your hands and skidded across the concrete.
âOh-! Iâm so sorry! I-!â The words spilled out of you automatically as you crouched, panic flaring hot in your chest as your only edible food spills at the side of the concrete.Â
A shadow loomed above you as a hand entered your vision, large, steady, unhurried, reaching for the box before you could.
âItâs fine.â
The voice was calm. Low. Unaffected.
When you looked up, your breath caught in your throat at the stranger before you..
He was dressed in black, head to toe. A cap pulled low over his brow. A face mask obscuring the lower half of his face. A black hoodie zipped up despite the mild night. Blackish dark purple hair spilled from beneath the cap in messy, layered strands of lighter purple scattered about, framing his magenta eyes, that were sharp in a way that made your skin prickle, observant, focused, far too present.
Ink peeked out from beneath his sleeves and collar. Tattoos. Black on black with red accents and flowers, disappearing into fabric like something intentionally hidden.
âIâm so sorry! I didnât see you,â you said quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. âI wasnât paying attention, it's my fault..â you quickly look over to the slice of pizza that escaped its confinement now laying on the side of the walkway with a slight slump of your shoulders before straightening up and looking back to the taller male in front of you.
He handed the box back to you, fingers warm where they brushed yours.
âNo harm done,â he simply said.
You thanked him once, twice, too many times before retreating, heart pounding in a way you couldnât quite explain. You didnât look back.
You didnât see the way his gaze followed you down the street.
Nor did you notice the way his fingers curled slowly at his side once you were gone.
You saw him again days later.
You were dragging yourself home from yet another shift, legs heavy, bag weighed down by the same sad slice of pizza, when you noticed him leaning against the brick wall beside your apartment building. His black facemask was pulled down under his chin as he smoked a cigarette that glowed faintly between his painted fingers, smoke curling lazily into the night air. The streetlight caught his eyes when he glanced up and recognition flickered instantly.
âOh,â you said as you slowed down your walking pace to a halt near him, surprised. âHey there.â
âEvening,â he replied casually, shifting his weight from against the wall taking another drag of his smoke, his eyes boring into your own with an unknown weight behind them you didn't seem to notice.
You hesitated, then gestured vaguely toward the entrance. âSo uh, do you⊠Live here too?â
âAcross the hall,â he said. âApartment twenty two.â
That caught you off guard. Youâd lived here long enough to recognize most faces,but you don't recall ever seeing him there let alone on your floor too making you both practically neighbors to some extent. Maybe youâd just never paid attention, always too busy worrying about one thing or another and too exhausted to care about your surroundings.
You talked for a bit. About the building. About the drafty windows and the thin walls. About how loud the pipes got in winter. He listened more than he spoke, posture relaxed, gaze steady, like he was cataloging the rhythm of your voice.
Eventually, the silence stretched.
âI should go,â you said, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder.
You turned toward the door ready to head in thinking that the conversation was over.
âYou should eat healthier,â he added quietly.
The words struck deeper than you expected.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeve. You bit your lip, nodding instead of explaining how survival worked, how hunger was sometimes the price of escape.
âGood night,â you murmured, slipping inside.
Outside, Suji drew in a long drag, the cigarette glowing in the dim light, he then flicked his phone awake, opening an app with precise, practiced movements, his gaze fixed on the screen, calm yet unnervingly focused.
Night was the only time the world seemed to loosen its grip on you.
Your apartment dimmed, the city sounds softening as the familiar MMO game Sky Heaven bloomed to life on your screen. The game was advertised that you can play it everywhere, from phone computers to even virtual reality quickly making it a popular game that you were thankful to try it out several months ago, you often spent your first remaining days wondering around aimlessly but quickly found footing as you befriended a few acquaintances in your current guild, not to mention if it wasn't for this game you wouldn't have found someone you deem your closest friend, to say the least sky haven was your escape from the everyday horrors you had to deal with.
The login music washed over you like a familiar tide, easing something tight in your chest. Your avatar materialized in the main hub with the name Primrose, pink singular pigtail with a large rose tied up that swayed around moving slightly with the in-game wind, novice gear chosen with care for stats however well still keeping the rose motif. You feel your shoulders relaxing at the familiar sight of your comfort game.
Your lips curved into a smile that felt real and not forced.
Camellia stood nearby, radiant in lilac and white, angelic wings folded neatly behind her. Endgame gear shimmered with enchantments you didnât even recognize. Sheâd been there since your first uncertain steps into Sky Haven guiding you when you got lost, encouraging you during your battles, and protecting you with her abilities. Over the span of months playing with her you've grown to see her as a close friend where you would chat about your daily life and let the woes of real life wash away in the presence of her comfort. The two of you would stay up chatting and playing all night, was this healthy? Duh no, of course not. But to you this was much needed for your mental well being as you would like to argue.
And the player Camellia was there to be by your side. Always watching and listening to everything you had to say and do. Your guild mates even jokingly call her your shadow.
Camellia moved the moment you rushed over towards her in the main plaza where most players liked to chitchat and hangout. At the heart of the city lay the grand plaza, a masterpiece wrought entirely from luminous white marble. The ground shimmered like still water, veined faintly with silver that caught the light in shifting patterns. Towering pillars encircled the space
At its center, a vast fountain roared softly, its crystal waters cascading over statues so intricately carved they seemed moments from movement. Sunlight poured down without obstruction, turning the entire plaza radiant
The lilac angel rushed over to you already engulffing you into a big comforting hug, wings folding over you in a sort of protective barrier, staff angled just so it wouldn't accidentally hurt you, halo pulsing faintly with an enchantment that never seemed to dim. After the two of you said your greeting you both decided to walk around the main district which was filled with tons of players from all varieties as you both chit-chat. Other players paused sometimes to look at her, to inspect her gear, to whisper. You noticed it in passing, the way her presence bent attention toward her like gravity. Something that you've grown accustomed to.
She never acknowledged it, afterall she only needed you.
[Camellia]: Long day? :0
You exhaled, shoulders slumping as if the question itself allowed you to set something down.
[Primrose]: Yeah⊠kind of always is, haha. But you know that already.
A pause. Three dots. Gone. Back again.
[Camellia]: Come with me! Iâll make you feel better!đ
Before you could ask how, a party invite bloomed on your screen. You accepted automatically, your avatar blinking into existence beside hers. The contrast hit you again, your rose motif soft and earnest, hers immaculate and impossibly refined, lilac silk trimmed in silver, wings translucent like pressed petals.
She pinged the map.
A high-level zone.
[Primrose]: I donât think iâm geared up for that 0-0
[Camellia]: Youâre with me, remember silly~! ;P dont worry Iâll always protect you.
And just like that, you both make your way to the location on the map. The path winds into a dark forest, where twisted trees stretch their skeletal branches toward the sky. Faded ruins peek through the undergrowth, crumbling stones covered in moss, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth. Shadows cling to every corner, and the faint sound of leaves whispering in the wind makes the forest feel alive.
[Camellia]: I thought it be nice to do something together and finally get your some stronger gear well were at it <3
The monsters there were things youâd only ever seen from a distance. Towering, and powerful, designed to punish mistakes.Â
The forest floor trembled beneath your steps as the monsters began to emerge. High-level creatures, their forms shifting and unnatural, slithered and prowled between the twisted trees. Their bodies were a swirling mix of deep purple and black, a viscous, almost liquid texture that shimmered with an oily sheen. Eyes of every size and shape, some tiny and piercing, others impossibly large sprouted and grew along their sinewy forms, constantly moving as if hungering for something unseen.
They moved like hellhounds, low to the ground and feral, but their gooey, amorphous bodies gave them an unearthly fluidity. With each step, the ground seemed to ripple beneath them, a soft, squelching sound accompanying their predatory gait. Even from a distance, their presence radiated danger.
[Camellia]: You can always trust and rely on me ^^
Camellia moved through them like sheâd memorized everything. She positioned herself just ahead of you every time, intercepting aggro before it could touch you, healing before your health even dipped low enough to worry.
When you hesitated, she waited.
When you lagged behind, she slowed.
When you panicked, she laughed. Soft, affectionate, never mocking.
[Camellia]: See? youâre doing great đž
She shoots out a beam made of condensed pure light eviscerating everything in its path as she turns to you with a grin.
[Primrose]: Are you sure you're not doing all the heavy lifting here?Â
Your avatar giggles as the angel allows you the finishing blow to the final boss of the area.
A chest dropped after the miniboss evaporates. She opened it without comment and a cascade of loot spilled out.
Then she picked on something.
A ring.
Extremely high rarity. The kind of item youâd only seen on forums or in screenshots of tryhards claiming to grind countless hours all of the chance to own.
[Camellia]: Here, take it.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
[Primrose]: Camellia⊠this is expensive Iâm sure if you sell it to the in-game market thatâs going to sell for a high price, I can't possibly keep this!
[Camellia]: Everything looks better on you. I insist. <3
Her model walks over to you with certainty. She grabs your handstand and gently slides the ring on your finger.
Your stats jumped so sharply your screen flashed.
[Camellia]: See? It looks so cute on you~!
Her hands still hold onto yours as you look down noticing her lingering touch.
[Primrose]: If I didn't know any better Iâd say you just proposed to me >:3
Your avatar chuckles jokingly as the angel gives you a closed eye smile.
After that the two of you play for hours on end.
Raids blurred into dungeons, dungeons into events. Camellia knew everything and by everything you mean it. Spawn timers, hidden mechanics, undocumented shortcuts. Sometimes sheâd stop suddenly, warning you a second before an ambush triggered, like sheâd heard it coming.
At one point, someone else tried to join your party. Camellia declined the request without comment.
You didnât ask why.
Between fights, the chat slowed.
[Camellia]: What did you eat today?
Your stomach twisted. You began to feel self conscious. As if ice cold water has been dumped on you bringing you back to reality. âOh yeah⊠food⊠I totally forgot.â you mumble to yourself.
[Primrose]: âŠWould you believe me this time if I said it wasn't pizza? đ
A pause.
Longer this time.
[Camellia]: Again�
[Primrose]: Itâs fine, promise! It doesn't bother me at all! You lie.
Three dots. Gone. Back.
[Camellia]: You say that a lotâŠ
She cast a buff on you, unnecessary, excessive layers of protection wrapping around Primrose like invisible silk. As the angel refreshes the buffs.
[Camellia]: You know Prim, I worry about you.
Your throat tightened. You take a glance back at your reality, behind you, clothes all over the floor, uncleaned counters, dirty floors.
You didnât know what to say to that, so you looked back and smiled at the screen.
[Primrose]: I don't want to think about it right now⊠How about instead we go do another dungeon again? ^^â
[Camellia]:If that's what will make you happy.
And like so you kept playing until your vision blurred and your fingers missed keys they never usually did.
[Primrose]: Sorry⊠iâm getting sleepy
[Camellia]: âŠAgain? :(
Another pause.
[Camellia]: You really donât rest enough, my rose.
The nickname settled into you, warm and unsettling all at once.
[Primrose]: Alright, iâll log off soon
[Camellia]: âŠOkay
[Camellia]: Sweet dreams, make sure to take care of yourself. Goodnightđ
You didnât even make it to the logout screen before you passed out cold.
The chair was uncomfortable in a way youâd long since stopped noticing. Your head lolled forward slightly, breath evening out, hands still resting on the keyboard. The half-eaten slice of pizza sat forgotten on the desk beside you, crust hardening in the open air.
The door behind you clicked open.
Suji moved through the apartment without hurry, without sound, as though the space had already learned to make room for him. The hoodie, the cap, and the mask were gone. Black ink flowed freely across his skin, arms, chest, and shoulders, disappearing down his spine in sweeping, deliberate patterns reminiscent of old yakuza work.
He stopped when he saw the pizza.
His jaw tightened.
âYou didnât even eat itâŠâ he murmured.
He slowly made his way over to where your body laid, without pause lifted you easily, one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back, careful not to jostle you awake. You were warm and too light due to your poor eating habits. Your head tipped against his chest as he carried you to the bed.
He laid you down gently and pulled up the blanket.
His fingers hovered near your wrist, feeling the faint pulse there. Proof. Reassurance. He brushed your hair from your face with a tenderness that didnât match the violence stitched into his hands.
âYou overstrain yourself my delicate rose,â he whispered, caressing your face gently. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips feather-light, reverent. Then straightened and slipped back into the hallway with a simple click of the door shut.
The only thing illuminating the room was the red blinking light coming from the recording light on your monitor's camera. Watching and listening.
You woke the next morning tangled in blankets, disoriented.
For a moment, you didnât move. You stared at the ceiling, brow furrowing as the memory of falling asleep at your desk refused to line up with waking up in your bed. You chalked it up to exhaustion. Your mind did that sometimes, skipped steps when you were too tired to notice is what you chalked it up to.
Snapping out of your thoughts you quickly look to your right as the alarm clock glared at you.
âShit im super late!â
Panic jolted through you. You scrambled out of bed, heart racing, throwing on clothes, barely glancing at your reflection. Outside, the air was sharp as you burst through the door.
Suji stood near the entrance, a cigarette already lit between his lips.
He watched you run. When you disappeared down the street, he crushed the cigarette beneath his shoe and turned back inside.
He had work to do.
You barely made it to the pizza place in time.
Your lungs burned as you bent over, hands on your knees, trying to suck in enough air to speak. The bell above the door hadnât even stopped ringing before you heard it.
âYouâre late!â
Your bossâs voice boomed across the empty shop. He stomped toward you, face already twisted with irritation.
âWait b-but I-!â your head snaps at the clock before a loud âtsk. Can be heard.âÂ
âI-I mean Iâm so sorry,â you gasped. âI-â
He didnât let you finish as he forcefully grabbed your jaw shut. He then proceeds to clamp his hand around your arm, dragging you toward the back room. You stumbled, heart pounding, as he shoved you inside where you stubbed to catch yourself and slammed the door.
âDonât give me excuses!! If I say you're late then you're late, learn to not be so much of a brat. I don't want to be dealing with your attitude nor the customers as I'm already down on my luck since I just lost a good sum of money. Now don't you dare drag me back out of my office!â
He continued to yell about responsibility. About respect. About how lucky you were he kept you around. His words blurred together, sharp and degrading, pressing you smaller and smaller until you nodded numbly and promised it wouldnât happen again.
When he finally leaves in a huff adjusting his tie he walks back into his office where he normally lies about playing casino games instead of doing his job. It's not like you didn't try to do anything in the past before you realised you were more or less fucked in this dump of a job for the time being, debt waits for no one.Â
You simply sat there shaking, staring at the stained tiles until your vision steadied.
You told yourself it was temporary. Over and over again
It was always temporaryâŠ
The shift crawled by. The CRT television in the corner droned on, muted until the captions caught your eye.
BREAKING NEWS: STRING OF UNSOLVED HOMICIDES CONTINUES ALONG WITH MASS HACKINGS THAT SEEM TO BE TARGETING THE MULTI BILLION DOLLAR GAME COMPANY NOW EXPOSED FOR GAMBLING AND DATA LEAKAGE, PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS ONE OF THE RIVAL THE HIT MMOâS SKY HAVEN. WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THE TWO CASES ARE LINKED TOGETHER IN SOME WA-âŠ
Quickly grown bored you looked away as you waited for customers, pulling out your phone instead. Your lock screen glowed to life, your background consisted of Sky Havenâs logo, Primrose standing beneath a digital sky along with your online angelic friend. Your hand hovers over the app icon hesitantly but you lower your hand back to your side.
I wonder what Camellia is doing, you thought. Probably something much more meaningful than this crap. You sigh thinking to yourself as you look around at the drab surroundings of the worn down pizza place you worked at. You knew you could message Camellia on your phone after all, the game is also linked to a messenger system for those who just wish to chat with their online friends but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.
You decided to click on the game forums instead. Threads were flying faster than you could read, each one more paranoid than the last. Some claimed the mass hacking was the work of a shadowy group that met exclusively inside Sky Haven, plotting from behind avatars and encrypted whispers. Others insisted it was a single genius player, some âghost in the codeâ who had turned the game into their personal playground. A few even suggested the game itself was a façade, a glittering cover-up hiding something far darker, the cheerful skies masking secrets no one was meant to uncover.
Replies piled up under each post, speculation and fear colliding in endless loops. âHeard from a friend in the dev team thereâs definitely something off about the newest update,â one user typed, a warning thick in their words.
âDoes anyone else get the feeling the servers are watching us back?â another added, and you couldnât help but smirk at the dramatic phrasing.
âMaybe the NPCs arenât NPCs at allâŠâ a third post read. You raised an eyebrow. Yeah, right. And I suppose the treasure chests are spying on me too, you thought.
Some threads were genuinely unsettling. Users swore theyâd seen hidden chat rooms, avatars that werenât controlled by anyone, messages that vanished when the devs tried to investigate. Others were absurdly paranoid: âSky Haven is obviously a government experiment. If you log off, they know youâve left.â You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
The hours you didnât have were being devoured by endless theories, and slowly, the thrill waned. The threads all blurred together, each more improbable than the last. Even the posts from your guildmates complaining about lag or bragging about rare drops couldnât hold your attention.
With a soft sigh, you lowered your phone. The buzzing energy of rumor and paranoia faded, leaving only the dull hum of the pizza place around you. The screen went dark, unanswered questions lingering faintly, as your focus drifted back to the monotony of the shift, the hum of the fluorescent lights above, and the quiet wish that maybe Camellia was having a better day than you.
That night, when you logged in, the message came instantly.
[Camellia]: PRIMROSEEEE đžâš youâre back!! Iâm so happy to see you!!!
Your lips twitched upward despite yourself and your circumstances today at work.
[Primrose]: Me too! Sorry if my texts are shorter than normal, it's been a long dayâŠ
[Camellia]: Oh no :< did work suck again?
You hesitated, fingers hovering.
[Primrose]: Yeah. same stuff. You know on rare occasions the boss is forced to go to workâŠ
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
[Camellia]: âŠYou know, if anyone talked to me like that, Iâd never let it slide.
You laughed softly, shaking your head.
[Primrose]: Youâre sweet, but thatâs just how it is
[Camellia]: mmm. I donât like that answer~
[Camellia]: Let me do what I can to help ease your mind off of it. đ
A party invite blinked onto your screen. You accepted without thinking.
The night unfolded like all the others. Camellia stayed just ahead of you, shielding, guiding, never letting anything touch you that she hadnât already neutralized.
After an hour or two of playing you let out a yawn.
[Primrose]: sorry⊠Iâm getting sleepy. I think everything is catching up to me I think im going to head to bed early for once lol
[Camellia]: Whaaat? It's still so early :( Iâll miss you </3 But Iâm glad you're going to go to bed early today. You need it from the sounds of it.
A pause.
[Camellia]: You really donât rest enough, my roseâŠ
You smiled faintly, eyelids drooping.
[Primrose]: Iâll log off soon
[Camellia]: âŠOkay
Another pause.
[Camellia]: Sweet dreams đ
You didnât make it to the logout screen yet again.
His hands returned to the keyboard without hesitation.
On the other end of the screen, the figure stopped typing, a soft sigh escaping him. He tilted his head back slightly, eyes lifting to the monitors above each one a different angle of your live sleeping form in your apartment keeping constant tabs.
âGoodnight, my dear flower.â
On the surrounding screens, code surged to life corporate firewalls collapsing under precise commands, internal systems unraveling as if they had never been secure at all. Financial records, hidden transactions, sealed documents everything surfaced, exposed and helpless beneath his control. He was sick and tired of hearing how your boss treated you. It was time to officially fix that.
The next few days blurred.
Your boss grew quieter. Nervous. He jumped at his phone buzzing, flinched when customers lingered too long. News reports stacked up, illegal gambling rings dismantled, accounts frozen, names leaked from the big rival company that was on the news beforehand, turned out they were secretly embezzling money and their whole gaming side was a front to deceive everyone.
Something that surprised you was that for once he didn't even bother you whatsoever.
After a whole week one night, he didnât show up at all as you found out.
You worked the entire shift alone.
When the sirens wailed outside, red and blue light spilling through the windows, your heart dropped into your stomach. You stepped outside just in time to see police tape strung across the alley.
A body beneath a tarp.
You recognized the shoes and the nametag beside them.
Your knees nearly gave out. You caught yourself just in time, fingers trembling as you steadied your breath.
It couldnât beâŠ
But it was.
Your boss lay beyond the gathering crowd, the truth already spreading in hushed tones something about a ring, about money, about the kind of dealings that ended like this.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself forward. Past the murmurs. Toward the police..
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself forward through the murmurs and the gathering crowd, toward the police line. Every step felt heavier than the last, chest tight, thoughts scattered.
âExcuse me,â you said, voice trembling, as an officer noticed and stepped closer. âCan you tell me what happened here?â
The officerâs gaze was polite but firm. âIâm afraid we canât disclose details at this time,â they said. âItâs an ongoing investigation.â
You pressed, heart hammering. âButâŠ! My boss, what about him? Was itâŠ?â
âAgain, I canât say,â the officer replied, eyes flicking to a clipboard. âThe business is under federal seizure. The pizza place is officially closed. It was tied to illegal activity, and all assets have been confiscated.â
Shock settled like ice in your stomach. Closed. Gone. The job that had been exhausting, unfair, and small at least it had been something, something you could rely on for a few bills was gone. And now, with nothing, the question gnawed at you: how would the next few weeks be survived? Rent, food, the little necessities youâd scrimped for it all felt suddenly impossible.
Across town, in a dimly lit apartment, Sujiâs fingers danced over keyboards. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across multiple monitors, servers bending to his control, databases opening and closing as he traced the investigation. Every report, every open case, every document relevant to the pizza place he had it all. And above them, a monitor displayed you, distant, unaware, moving through the chaos he had already seen coming.
A faint smile curved his lips as he leaned back in his chair.
You had no idea.
Your phone in your pocket vibrated as you tapped the screen to see that Camellia messaged you:
[Camellia]: I would do anything to protect you <3
Your breath hitched. That just has to be some freak coincidence⊠right?
Instead of slipping down the familiar alleyway, the one that usually shaved minutes off the walk home, the bag was dug into, and the few remaining bills counted carefully.
Hands trembled slightly as a taxi was called on the far side of the road, the memory of the lifeless shoes and nametag pressing against the chest. Every shadow along the street felt longer, every step heavier.
When the car finally arrived, the seat was claimed without looking back, the doors shutting like a barrier between the passenger and the world outside. It wasnât free. But it was safer.
That same night Sky heaven loads like it always does. The familiar chime, the bloom of color, the gentle swell of music. Primrose materializes in the hub, pink pigtails swaying, armor catching the light. For a moment, your shoulders ease.
Then the message appears.
[Camellia]: youâre on late tonight. :<
Your fingers are still on the keyboard.
You stare at the words.
[Primrose]: âŠyeah⊠about that⊠something awful happenedâŠsorry I was so late and forgot to message that Iâd be on later than normalâŠ
[Primrose]:Work wentâŠokay, I just took a long nap when I got home and forgot to tell you. SorryâŠ
The words feel automatic, a shield more than truth. Maybe habit. Maybe instinct. Maybe because lying feels safer than thinking. But the nap⊠that part is real. You got home after the taxi drive feeling numb, you just collapsed, letting sleep swallow you before anything else could.
Thereâs a pause. Longer than usual.
Three dots. Gone. Back again.
[Camellia]: Really? That makes sense :(
[Camellia]: Afterall you took the long way this time before you took a taxi.
A chill creeps up your spine. As âCamellia'sâ mask slips.
[Primrose]: âŠwhat?
Another pause.
[Camellia]: Sorry. [Camellia]: I just meant- [Camellia]: you usually cut through the alley.
Your heart gives a sharp, painful thud.
You donât type right away.
You didnât tell Camellia about the alley. Did you?
You never mentioned it in chat, you could have sworn it. Going down the alley It was just something you did head down, keys between your fingers, past the flickering light and the graffiti and the smell of damp concrete. It was sketchy as hell but a faster way to get home, however after what you saw today you didn't want to risk it.Â
The flash of the body bag and of your boss being lulled away made your stomach hurt thinking about how that could have possibly been you.
 [Camellia]:You told me remember�
Your palms start to sweat.
[Primrose]: how do you know that? I swear I didnâtâŠ
The dots appear instantly this time.
Disappear.
Reappear.
Then:
[Camellia]: âŠyou told me.
You scroll back. Waaay back this time.
Hours. Days. Weeks.
Thereâs nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Your breath comes shallow.
[Primrose]: No, I didnât.
Silence.
The hub music loops. NPCs wander. Other players laugh and emote and exist like the world isnât tilting on its axis.
Finally:
[Camellia]:... [Camellia]: Maybe I heard you talking.
Your stomach drops.
[Primrose]: talking⊠where?
The reply comes too fast.
[Camellia]: you say things out loud when youâre tired.
 âWhatâŠ? â you say in disbelief. Your chair creaks as you lean back, heart pounding so hard it hurts.Â
You remember nights youâd nodded off at your desk. Remember waking up disoriented, chat log still open. Remember Camellia already waiting when you came back.
Always waiting.
[Primrose]: That's not funny.
Another pause.
Longer.
Then the message that breaks it.
 [Camellia]: ... [Camellia]: You were wearing the blue jacket. [Camellia]: The one with the loose button.
Your blood goes cold.
[Primrose]: You're scaring meâŠ
That jacket never left your apartment.
[Camellia]:Fuck it. I can't stand by and watch you wither away anymore. You need me (Y/N) as much as I need you.
You donât type again.
You donât log out properly.
You rip your body away from the screen and shove your chair back so hard it slams into the wall.
Your apartment feels suddenly wrong and all too quiet, and exposed. Every shadow looks deeper. Every sound is too loud. You grab your bag, hands shaking, stuffing things inside without thinking. Phone. Wallet. Keys. Shit you were having a panic attack.
You need to leave. You keep thinking to yourself over and over again, breathing heavily as tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you rush over and make it to the door.
Your hand is on the knob when the lock turns from the other side.
The door creeks open.
Suji stands there.
No hoodie this time. No mask. No hat. Just him, black hair falling into his eyes, tattoos visible down his forearms thanks to his black graphic shirt with the Sky Haven logo, everything suddenly dawns on you. Your friend theyâreâŠ
Sujiâs expression was soft in a way that made your stomach twist harder than anger ever could.
âHey,â he said gently. âYouâre shaking.â
You try to step back.
Heâs already inside your dingy apartment. The door closes behind him with a quiet, final click sealing your fate to the man in front of you as your head tries to make sense of it all.
âYou need to let me go,â you whisper. Legs all wobbly and weak as you grip onto your shabby table for support crying. âPlease. I-I cant.. I can't do this⊠it's too much please leave me alone.â
He doesnât grab you immediately.
He watches you- really looks at you, the way youâre breathing too fast, the way your hands wonât stop trembling, the way youâre already exhausted as your face is flushed from fear.
âYouâre not thinking clearly,â he says. âYou never are when you get like this.â
âIâm leaving,â you insist, voice cracking. âI donât care where. I just-â
You try to push past him.
Thatâs when his arms wrap around you.
Firm. Unyielding. Not violent, however impossible to escape.
You gasp struggling to get out of his firm hold, but he pulls you against his chest, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, pressing your face into the fabric of his shirt.
âShh,â he murmurs. âYouâre going to hurt yourself.â
âLet go of me!â You push, fists weak against him. âYouâre! Y-you were..this is wrong-!â
âI know,â he says calmly. âIt feels wrong because youâre tired. Because everyoneâs been pulling at you for so long you donât know what safe feels like anymore.â
Your legs give a little.
He tightens his hold just enough to keep you upright.
âYou think running will fix it,â he continues softly. âBut where would you go? You can barely afford food. You can barely sleep. You think anyone would listen if you told them all this?â
You go still in his suffocating hold.
He leans down, lips near your ear.
âThey wouldnât believe you,â he whispers. âA nice girl. A helpful guildmate. A neighbor who checks in on you. A boss who just⊠happened to have an accident. No one would.â
Your breath stutters.
âTheyâd say youâre stressed,â he murmurs, voice low and warm. âOverworked. Confused. Theyâd tell you to rest. To stop playing games. To stop imagining things. That youâre too in your own head. That you finally⊠broke.â
His thumb brushes slow, deliberate circles over your pulse. You can feel it, your heart thrumming far too fast.
âAnd by the time you realized they were wrong,â he adds, softer now, almost reverent, âand foolishly hoped someone else would understand⊠youâd give up. Youâd let them leave you behind. But I wouldn't."
A faint smile touches his lips. âBut donât worry, my dear flower. Iâll never leave. Iâve always been here⊠always watching, always waiting just for you.â
Your mind flashes back memories of you and Camellia laughing, hands intertwined. Tears you thought you had hidden leak down your cheeks before you can stop them.
He exhales, slow, steady, almost like heâs releasing a held breath. âThere you are,â he whispers, pressing his face closer. âIâve got you. No one else will ever hurt you. Iâll protect you from the cruel world⊠from all of them. From everything.â
You donât remember moving, donât remember him guiding you back to the bed. You only know his arms are around you, impossibly tight and safe, and the world outside your apartment is distant, meaningless.
Your phone flashes with the final message.
You donât reach for it. You donât need to. You already know.
[Camellia]: I love you (Y/N).
âI love you.â He hums softly, as if tasting the sound of it, and buries his face in your hair. âYour my heavenâ he murmurs. âAnd Iâll always be yours, my perfect rose.â
Vincent doesnât discriminate in the slightest. Gender means nothing to him when it comes to dolls. What matters is beauty, presence, and whether they belong in his care.
A male doll would be treated no differently, admired with the same reverence, dressed with the same meticulous attention and placed lovingly among the rest of his collection. If he chooses them, then to Vincent they are already perfect. He would cherish a male darling just as deeply, regarding them as one of the most beautiful dolls he owns, making sure they are absolutely kept safe, immaculate, and exactly where they should be.
After getting writers block, I finally have 22 pages for the new yandere oc idea I had, its my first time in a long while writing something so long so I hope it comes out okay đ I just need to finish the final few pages and proof read stuff just in case, I swear I have like 10 drafts of the same thing but sightly different lolđ
Hi Sin! Hope youâre doing ok and doing well! Havenât heard from you as late so Iâm just here to just check up on a bestie and to give a warm hug đ« (if thatâs ok w u).
Heya frien!! thanks for the hugđ«
I've been doing okay, life has been pretty crazy with work and collage! I've been meaning to get back and post more (luckily for work I'm getting two weeks off pretty soon so yay! & my bday at the end of this month on the 29th so I have that to look forward to as well ^^)
Thanks for checking up on me <33 Hope your doing okay as well!! Make sure to drink tons of agua and take care of yourself <3
