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Yandere!Alternate x Reader Fic

Whatever was outside your door, it wasn't your friend. You had spotted it in the corner of your living room before you had bolted to the safety of your bedroom. You had gotten a good enough glimpse to tell it was mimicking your friend, but wasn't really them. Their limbs were just a bit too long, their hair was shorter than you last saw, their features looked a bit too symmetrical. Unnaturally symmetrical. And, just looking at them - at it - was like a punch to the stomach, a wave of dread washing over you and sending a chill up your spine. Like you somehow just knew, intrinsically, that this wasn't really your friend. Wasn't really human.

But… Maybe you had just let your paranoia get the better of you. You had every reason to be paranoid, of course. The Emergency Alerts and PSAs had practically been burned into your head. You knew the steps by heart: Tell an authority figure, Hinder the Alternate's movement, Identify the class type, Neutralize the Alternate (if possible), and Know your place in reality. Ever since they'd started think about them, the Alternates, you had been obsessively checking them television for any reports, made escape plans in your head, rehearsed the T.H.I.N.K principle over and over, made sure to double, then triple-check all your locks. And you barely went outside.

Your friends had tried to convince you to come out, but you didn't know how they could go out when an Alternate could be anywhere. So, you remained inside, where it was safe. You only left for necessities, and when you did, you always looked over your shoulder, but were careful to not reveal your fear.

You had been so good. So good for so long. You had kept yourself safe.

And then, your best friend had invited you out for a night on the town. You had missed them dearly. Had missed the outside world. So you went out with them - to the bowling alley, to the arcade, to the roller rink. You had fun, in spite of the urge to look through the crowd to spot any Alternates. You didn't know what you'd do if you spotted your own Doppelganger.

Maybe going out had made you all the more paranoid. Maybe your friend had a hunch that you need comforting. Maybe they had just let themself in (even though they didn't tell you they'd be stopping by. Even though you never gave them a spare key. Even though you always make sure to lock your doors and windows.)

But, that's okay. There had to be a rational explanation. Surely, they'd be confused as to why you ran away, why you were so frightened.

But, they didn't sound confused. They didn't sound like themself. Their voice fluctuated, getting deeper and returning to normal with every word. Their voice would stutter and stop jarringly before continuing, like an old worn out tape. The way your name left their throat sounded so wrong.

"C̶̨̺̋o̷̧̩͎̼̎̇͐m̶̤̳̫̻̽e̷̦̻͎͚̅̐ ̷̭̗̜͔̏ȏ̶̡̢͔̂̚n̵̳͍͈̅̌ ̵͎̪̈́͑́ͅö̷̧̮̲̀̍͜ȕ̵̬͂-̵̜͇̘̘̀̐̓͝ ̴͚̀o̶̫̬͐̏̔u̵̼͉̯̘͂͛t̶̠͎̓̀̀̍!̸̨̘̹͕͑͒͒̾ ̴͚̅̋̏͠Ï̵̲̃̓ ̵̢̨͖̆̀͌̋ḩ̴͖̲̎á̴̘̳̚͝v̸͍͊̅e̵̛̬̞̖̽͗͝ ̷̞̬̱͚̾̉͆͛ą̶͔̮͜͠ ̴̡͍̲͒̾̏s̶̹̺̿̆̂̑ů̴̗̈́̄r̸͎͎̩͛p̶̻̈́r̷̢̛ḭ̵͎͇̈́̾͋̕s̴̲͊̍́ê̸͈̠͍̖̊͝ ̶̬̗̎͝f̶̥̄̒̾́o̶͈̦̱̓̍͜r̷̬̯͍͙̈́͋͘͝ ̷̢̳̯̍͌͐̚͜y̵̥̫̹̅͗͛͜͝o̸̻̼͓̊̿̈́͠u̵̍̆ͅ!̴͒ͅ"̸͓́̈́̏

It was a trick. Alternates used psychology warfare against their victims. You wouldn't listen, no matter how much it plead.

"̸̰̊Ă̷̬r̸̺̀-̴̬̑ ̶̲̌a̵̘̔r̸̡̈́e̷̝͆ ̵̗̈y̵̩͠ǫ̸̏ú̶̫ ̶̰͒m̸̖̋ạ̴́d̴̊ͅ ̵̩̑w̸̮͘í̷̮t̷̲̕h̵̺͐ ̸͓̃m̶͕͝e̵̗͘?̸̬̇ ̶͉̈Ẃ̴̠h̵̜̔a̸̭̕t̶͜͝ ̶̝͗d̶̩̄i̸͙̊d̶̡͋ ̶̞͆Í̷̧ ̶͕̉d̵̻̚o̷̕͜ ̸̫̌w̵͙͋r̵̪͋-̴̰́ ̵͍́w̶͎̕r̸͍͌o̵͙̅ñ̷͚g̵̡̈́?̴̱͂ ̴͉̾C̸̻̊ǫ̶͋m̸̱̀e̷͎͑ ̷̫̄ô̸̙u̵̢̒t̷͔͋,̵̳̋ ̷̘͋a̸̦͌n̴͖̚d̷̜͝ ̷̬͒ĺ̸̥-̵͖͛ ̶̹̚l̷̛͉e̴̪̍t̴̜͌ ̵͙͂m̷͐͜e̸̩̚ ̴̹̇m̴̤̈́a̶͉͑k̵̜̃ë̸̡́ ̶̾ͅì̷͕ṱ̵̆ ̴̲͒u̶͚͝p̵̥̕ ̶̪̕t̸̰̍o̵̟͝ ̷̛̪y̶̪͘ȯ̷̳u̵͔͗.̴̡̇"̴̦̕

You couldn't engage with it. Engagement with Alternates was most certainly a death sentence. You were only permitted to interact with it if you were to kill it - and despite all your paranoia, you had neglected to buy a weapon. Part of you refused to believe you'd ever need to use it, that you'd get lucky and go without encountering an Alternate. And besides, what if one of them got to it first and turned it on you?

Good thing neutralizing was less important than the other components of the T.H.I.N.K principle.

Okay. You had hidden yourself away somewhere safe, next… Tell an authority figure. Yeah, you'd call for help. That's what you'd do. Someone would take care of the Alternate, and everything would be okay.

"̴̜̎P̶̪͝l̵̥͒e̶̥̊a̷̯͝s̷͇͘e̴̖̐,̴̠̈ ̸̖̎c̸̯̉o̶̩̾m̸̧̈ĕ̵̤ ̵̳͆o̵̞͝ǔ̷̥t̴̟̄!̴̦̋"̶̝͛

Your hands shook so hard that you could barely manage to press "911" on your landline. Your entire body trembled with fear and adrenaline as an operator picked up.

"Hello, Mandela County Police Department, what is the nature of your emergency?"

You let out a shaky sigh, having to steel yourself before you could speak. "It's- it's an Alternate. An Alternate encounter. It's- it's inside my home. I locked myself in my bedroom, and it's in the hall."

"̶̱̞̅I̴̦͖̎̆ ̶̡̖͌ḧ̸̩e̸̡͊̏ȧ̸̩̰͂ŕ̷̖͐ ̷̛̪̰y̵̦͒o̶̱͆ṷ̷͍̿͘!̴̱͇̈́̅ ̷͇͂͘Ḭ̴̈ ̷̘̫̀̆k̷̻͎͝n̷̹͊͆o̷͖̓͆w̶̮͐̃ ̷̙̘̂y̵̩̔ö̴̥́ǘ̴̜̓-̷̯́̑ ̵̝̹̆y̴̦͋́ö̷̹́́u̵̥͆̂ŕ̶̝̈́'̷̣̔͂r̴̜͝ë̷͖̼̽ ̸̲̆̅i̶̙͗̾ǹ̷̥̓ ̵͚̱́t̶̗͒̂h̶̡̧͌e̸͘ͅ-̴͔̥́ ̴͈̦̽t̸̹͈̾h̶̪̋͠e̷̠̦͛͂r̶̥̽̈́ë̸͈͈́̀!̵̻͉̽"

You winced at the Alternate's voice, waiting for the operator to respond… Only to be met with silence.

You licked your lips before speaking up. "Hello? Are you still there?

"... I- yes. You're somewhere safe, correct?"

"Yeah, in my room."

"Good, good. We'll have someone sent over to help you."

Relief flooded into your system, a relieved laughing huffing out of you. "Thank you, thank you so much… Will you- will you stay on the line with me until the cops come?"

"I… I'm afraid not. There are other emergencies needed to be taken care of, but they're on the way. I've already traced the call to your address. Just say where you are and you'll be fine.

"... Oh. Okay. Thank yo-"

The line went dead.

You held the receiver up to your ear for a long while, listening to the beeping.

Í̵͎̟͝ ̶̦́̍m̵̡͐̉i̶͈͝ś̷̥s̴̻̋̈ ̷̭̻̃̐y̶̨̍o̷̳̽ų̴̳̔͌!̷̥͍͋̓ ̸͎̇C̵͈̯̈́̌ơ̷̺̽m̷̪̠͠e̴͔͠ ̵̻͖́͒o̶̢̼͋ú̷ͅt̴͇͕̋͠!̴̜̩̿ ̵͉͐I̴̲̅͝ ̵͙̹̒̇w̵͔͝i̷̟͇͌l̶̬̗̏̋l̶̬̩̀͘ ̴̠̐n̸̥̐͝ȏ̷̩̄t̴͔̋̈ ̶̣̙̈͑h̶͎̓ú̶̪̩r̸͖̠̓̄ţ̶̮̇̀ ̵͉̘̾͝ỹ̵͕͔́o̸̯͆u̸̬̽̀.̵̘͈̄"̷͙̓̎

Okay, okay. Setting the receiver down, you focused on your next step.

Hinder. You supposed a lock door was more than enough hindrance. Next, Identify. It was a Doppelganger, surely. It didn't have any abnormal traits, aside from looking… Off.

You wondered, when exactly had your friend been replaced? If at all? Had the Alternate attacked them this morning? Or after you had gone out that night?

Or was it with you the entire time, it's form and voice somehow more stable than it was now.

Had it followed you home? Did it wait all night, waiting for you to come to it?

No, no. You couldn't worry about that now. You needed to focus on the present. Okay. So, uh. Neutralizing was out of the question. Even if you had the means to do so, you knew you'd be far too afraid to actually do so. And you were never supposed to show Alternates your fear.

Finally, know your place in reality. Well. You were certainly here, that's for sure. Stuck in your bedroom, with an intruder on the other side, calling to you.

It cried out your name, and you winced. You strained your ears, hoping to hear the sound of approaching police sirens. You hoped they came to get you soon. They wouldn't forget you, right?

---

You didn't want to see what was on the other side of the door, but you don't know how long you've been waiting. Hours? Days?

Nobody was coming to save you, you were sureof that. And you were stuck. Stuck with them.

The Alternate's words had become less pleading and more sickeningly sweet.

"̴̨͗Ḭ̷̄ ̸̡̾l̷͕͐õ̸̜v̴̑ͅe̸̩̍ ̷̠̌y̸̬͂ò̶̼ű̸̳,̷̩̎ ̵̫̓y̸̧̋o̵̪͋u̵̗̔ ̵̯̔k̷͇͝n̵̞̊o̷͓͌w̴͂ͅ ̷͇̓t̸̛͉h̵͖̑a̷̰͠-̵͍͊ ̴̜̀ȃ̴̜ẗ̷̟́?̵̡͠ ̵̫̆Ị̴͠'̵̳̾l̷̰͝l̵͔̐ ̷̖̄s̸̖̉h̷̼̎ȯ̵͚w̸̧͝ ̸̣̽ý̶̗ỏ̴̗u̶̻͗.̸̣́ ̴͓͘W̸̮̌h̴̛͖ë̴̮́n̵̦͋ ̵̨͋y̵͍͗o̸͖̓ṷ̵͊ ̵̻̔c̶͚͋ȍ̷̢m̸̭̓ḛ̵̃ ̵͎́o̶̮͌ú̸̹t̵̜̊,̵̡̓ ̷̋͜Ī̸͍-̵̝͑ ̶̰̃I̸̧̛'̴̱̇l̷̳̀l̸̨̐ ̴͔̈́ṡ̷͉h̴͑͜o̷͎͌w̸̼͐ ̷͇͋y̴̫̾o̷̡͝ű̸̪ ̵̧͠j̵̘́u̴̘͗s̷͓̀t̷̪̒ ̴̨̃h̴͕̐ȏ̵̳ẅ̸͚ ̷̤̾m̴̧̐u̸͔͘c̸̳̎h̷͈̉-̸̣̉ ̶̫̌c̵͈͋ĥ̴̲.̶̱͘"̶̪͠

It was all lies. Psychological warfare. You knew that. But somehow, you were comforted by it. You hadn't spoke back, but their constant presence and slight similarity to your friend made it feel as though a friend really were trying to talk to you. Comfort you.

You were scared. You shouldn't show any fear to the Alternates. You shouldn't attempt to engage with the Alternates. But, what choice did you have? Nobody was coming to save you.

And the only one who seemed to be there for you was it. Them.

Slowly, you unlock the door. You didn't know why it didn't try to bust the door door or jimmy the lock. The door slowly creaked open, and you stared into pitch black. One foot in front of the other, you stepped out into the hallway. You stood still as a statue?

Where had they gone?

You jumped, choking on your own inhale as footsteps pounded down the hall. You were slammed to the ground, something on top of you as you slid back into your room. You gasped for air, the wind knocked out of you. Your vision swam as you desperately tried to focus on what was in front of you. On top of you.

The thing wearing your friend's face.

You were showing your fear. Your mouth agape in a silent scream and your eyes wide and fearful. A death sentence.

They reared back, and you braced yourself for the inevitable. You felt it dive back against you. You flinched, screwing your eyes shut.

You felt… Lips against your neck.

"̸͎̀I̴̖̾ ̵͕̈́k̶̡͆n̸̙͛ę̸͂w̸̩͠ ̷͈͛í̴͙ţ̴͛!̸̨́ ̵͕͂I̷͔͋ ̴͕̈ḵ̴̆n̵̢̽ě̴͜ẃ̸̞ ̶̰̊ỳ̶̥o̴͈̒u̵͉̓'̴̡̅d̴̢̅ ̶̡̀c̸͕̔ó̴̼m̷̼̅e̷̟̋ ̶͉̋ȏ̶͜ü̶̹ẗ̶͕́!"

What?

"̶͎͝I̸͎̍ ̶͇̉t̵͓͝o̵l̴̢͆d̵̝͌ ̵̼̆y̷̗̐o̷̠͝u̴͔̚,̴̢̈́ ̷̼̅Ĩ̸͚-̸͕͐ ̴̖͛Ḭ̷̄'̶͉͐d̸͖̏ ̴̭̈s̶͔̿h̴̢̿-̴͓̿ ̸̹̓s̵͙͘h̷̜̒o̵̍ͅẃ̵͓ ̷͕̍y̴̡͛ọ̸̇ụ̸̔ ̷̼̓m̵̤͂ų̷̾c̷͖͌h̴͆͜ ̵̬͌I̶͍͐ ̴͎̐ļ̷̐ǒ̴̭v̵̥͝e̷̤̓ ̶̛̦y̵͠ͅo̶͠ͅu̸̪͗.̸̥̀ ̴͔͋I̵͓͝ ̸̛̝c̷̡̒å̷̙n̷͚̄'̸̤̓t̶͉͝ ̸̪̚w̵͝ͅá̴̲i̴͈͒t̴̩̃.̴̫͛ ̷̝̎I̴̮͠ ̶͍͝c̴͛ͅa̵̧͊n̴̝̅'̵͓̿t̶̘́ ̶̖̎w̵̖̚a̴̜͒i̴̯͘ṭ̴͒ ̵͉̍t̸̫͆o̴̞̾ ̸̟̂s̷̝̿h̴̙́o̷̗̎w̶͙̉ ̷͇̋y̶̜̕-̴͓͊ŷ̶ͅo̵̥͌u̵̠̿.̷̳̾.̶̼͋.̸̻̑!̸̦̽"̴̯̽

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