╰┈➤ summary ; Life in your new home felt strangely comforting. The soft mornings, the predictable days, the quiet evenings with Phainon by your side… it all wrapped around you until the edges of your old world began to fade. It was relaxing, almost blissful. the kind of comfort that whispers you don’t need to leave.
( ! ) Self aware au , Yandere Phainon x reader , reader has no specified gender , farmer phainon , inspired by stardew valley/field of mistria , kidnapping , somewhat stockholm syndrome ,
( ✎ ) ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE so expect some grammar mistakes , surprise at the end heheheh
PART I
Life in this world settles around you like a warm blanket you didn’t ask for.
Every morning begins the same way: sunlight spilling through the farmhouse window, the scent of wheat drifting in from the fields, and Phainon knocking softly before letting himself in.
He always smiles when he sees you awake.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, brushing a stray hair from your face with a tenderness that feels too real, too practiced. “I made breakfast. Your favorite.”
You don’t remember telling him what your favorite was.
But somehow… he knows.
And somehow… you eat it.
The days blur together, warm. Quiet. Predictable.
Phainon walks beside you everywhere—through the fields, into town, along the riverbank. His hand always finds yours, fingers lacing with a familiarity that grows harder to pull away from.
At first, you try to resist.
You tell him you need to go home.
You tell him people will be looking for you.
He only smiles, soft and patient.
“You’re safer here.”
And the more he says it, the more your mind folds around the idea like it’s something comforting.
Maybe you are safe here.
Maybe this world is easier.
Maybe you don’t need to think about anything else.
The NPCs don’t help.
They don’t question.
They don’t notice.
They repeat the same lines every day, every hour, every time you pass them:
“Lovely weather today!”
“Need anything forged?”
“Wanna play tag?”
Their smiles never change.
Their eyes never focus.
Their voices never shift.
It’s like living inside an endless cycle.
Except for Phainon.
He sees you.
He hears you.
He reacts to you.
He’s the only one who feels alive.
And slowly.... you begin to cling to that.
On what you think is the fifth day, Phainon takes your hand and leads you into the town square. His grip is warm, steady, almost trembling with excitement.
“I want everyone to know,” he says softly, a grin plastered on his face.
“I want them to welcome you properly.”
You don’t understand what he means until he steps forward, pulling you beside him, and raises your joined hands.
His voice rings out across the square. Bright, proud, overflowing with emotion.
“Everyone! This is my spouse.”
Your breath catches.
Spouse?
You open your mouth to protest, but the villagers turn toward you in perfect unison, their movements too synchronized, too smooth.
The baker smiles.
“Congratulations!”
The blacksmith nods.
“Welcome to the village!”
The children giggle.
“We’re so happy for you!”
Their voices are cheerful but hollow and Identical.
Every line delivered with the same cadence, the same timing, the same hollow cheer.
Phainon beams, squeezing your hand a bit too hard. “See? They’re happy for us.”
But their eyes...their eyes don’t move.
They don’t blink.
They don’t look at you.
They stare past you, through you, like you’re just another scripted event.
Your stomach twists.
Something is wrong. Something is deeply, fundamentally wrong.
But Phainon leans close, his breath warm against your ear.
“You belong here,” he whispers. “With me.”
And the terrifying part is—
a small, quiet part of you is starting to believe him.
Later that week, you slip away while Phainon is tending the fields. Just a short walk. Just a moment to breathe. Just a moment of break from his overwhelming devotion.
The forest is quiet.
Too quiet.
The air hums faintly, like a machine running behind a wall.
You kneel to pick a flower, trying to steady your thoughts.
A shadow falls over you.
You look up.
A familiar face standing there.
Mydei.
The chef in this town—you vividly remembered. In the game, he barely spoke. Always polite. He was the closest companion of Phainon and one of your favorite characters in the game.
But now—
He’s staring at you.
Not smiling.
Not coded.
His expression is wrong.
It feels Human. It feels Real.
His voice comes out low, strained, like he’s forcing it through a glitch.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
MASTERLIST
wc— 638.
( ✎ ) unfortunately, I'll probably not make another part after this </3 But who knows..
