I’m feeling soft so you’re forced to put up with it.
So Yandere.. he’s not having the best time right?
In meetings he just doodles in his diary which was normal but his doodles.. were all broken hearts, even randomly tearing out pages and lighting them on fire in the middle of Dark’s monologue which he didn’t take kindly to-
If it isn’t for food he won’t leave his room either, and Google went as far as installing a hidden motion detector.. it wouldn’t go off for long periods of time, prompting the discussion of.. vital monitors being placed on him.
Eric.. poor Eric just moved in, and on the first day had to witness.. the breaking point.
It was just supposed to be a simple conversation between Yan and Dark- trying to address the situation in the kitchen as Eric walked in for cereal.
It didn’t turn out so simple.
Eric didn’t even understand what happened because of how fast it was- all he knew was that Yan threw dark at a wall hard enough to break through it before jumping on top of him and was trying to stab him with a steak knife.
Eric had to call the only name he knew- The second in command, Wilford. Screaming out of fear for him to hurry, to which he did- along with almost everyone in the house.
Yan thrashed.. unnaturally, managing to somehow even escape the robotic grip of Google- not even hesitating when Wilford got out his gun- dark had to have host help him up while Wilford and Yancy held onto the rabid redhead as Edward- or as he’s commonly known as Dr. Iplier- had to stab a sedative into him strong enough for to put even dark down, everyone yelling for Yan to stop- the struggle continues until finally his body couldn’t resist the drugs… his hand going limp and dropping the knife.
An unnatural silence falls the room.
Eric’s first introduction to Yandere.
Dark was lucky he could heal easily when left alone… and now they have to figure out what to do with Yandere.
He’s going feral without something to obsess over.. everyone knows it, but they can’t bring his crush back to life. To give him another one is.. dangerous.
Yandere is on house arrest, being locked into his room and restrained with a mouthpiece- or muzzle as he calls it- keeping him from biting.
Keeping him like a caged animal.
At least… until they can figure out a solution.
Eric was placed on the afternoon shift, thinking it would be the safest as his time slot is between dark and host.
It would be an awkward first visit.
“Hi! I know I-I haven’t.. exactly gotten the right opportunity to introduce myself, my name’s Eric! I.. like your hair!”
He’d be met with silence, just like everyone else. Eric would cower to his glaring red eyes, not entirely convinced the restraints could hold the power he witnessed his first day.
Eric was watching as the man he would watch become less outwardly agressive, seeming to just stare at the wall and stay still, scaring Eric to an extent causing him to watch for the other’s breathing. He had mentioned the strange behavior to Dark but his concerns were dismissed, stating that Yan was probably just scheming for a way out. Eric knew he may be naïve but.. he felt sorry for Yan.
The others still had concerns over letting Yan roam free again, while Edward would counter the longer they held him like this the worse his mental health would deteriorate.
And starting at the end of the month, his mouth piece would be removed, yet his restraints would remain, only to be removed for Edward’s checkups with Wilford’s direct supervision.
Eric didn’t like that phrasing, because he knew this ‘supervision’ was more like a bodyguard for Edward, having a gun trained on Yandere to ‘neutralize’ if something went wrong.
But it went into effect just as stated, with Eric seeing the Yandere’s face for the first time since the incident- and he couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad thing.
His expression always seemed unreadable, having no human emotion at all times- the only time he seemed to open his mouth was to yawn- which didn’t help Eric’s case as his paranoia made him imagine all the horrific things his sharp teeth could do to Eric given the chance.
Despite his worries, Eric was determined to get him to speak. All he had ever heard from the others was that it was higher pitched- that his laugh always sounded manic and too enthusiastic. Yet all Eric ever saw was a cold, detached husk restrained and probably uncomfortable.
“I know.. you’re probably not going to like this but I went into your room- I gotta say I loved your decor! And I saw you had cool manga on your shelves, you really do have great taste.”
He’d always say these things with a smile, wanting to give this Yandere a much needed friend as the others seemed to outcast him..
Yet Yandere would never respond, not even bothering to meet his gaze. Uninterested in what he was saying as his own thoughts seem to held him hostage.
Eric would keep talking to him with no response, until eventually he changed strategies.. saying nothing at all, treating Yandere the same way he’d treat a cat.
He’d often bring in a book or perhaps his gameboy to keep him entertained, not even acknowledging he was sharing the same space as the Yandere, going out of his way to seem as relaxed as possible.
It was time consuming, sure, but one day when he looked up he saw Yandere actually looking at him with curiosity, leaning to see him closer only to look away when Eric caught him.
It may not have been much, but it was a win for him, and he’d leave his session excited.
Then one day, Eric would walk into the room to see Yandere.. seeming irritated. Moving his head in a weird whip over and over leaving Eric confused until he saw what was bothering him- his hair stuck defiantly over his face, about to get into his eyes.
“Is that.. bothering you?”
Eric would ask hesitantly, feeling bad that Yan couldn’t fix it due to his restraints- and surprisingly, after looking at Eric for a while, would slowly nod.
“Do you.. want me to fix it for you?”
He’d ask again, still in awe he got a response and actual acknowledgement.
Yandere seemed to be confused by the question, looking towards the door and all around the room- probably realizing it truly was only Eric in the room, leaving Eric in an awkward silence before nodding.
“Just d-don’t… don’t give them any reason to not let me visit you.. ok?”
Eric would request, and to his surprise he got another nod.
His gentle hand would touch Yan for the first time and he flinched, but… slowly went back to Eric’s hand.
Eric wouldn’t wait for him to change his mind, pushing his soft red hair behind his ear,
This was the closest he’s ever been to the Yandere, and even with every violent incident he’s seen so far… he can’t bring himself to cower in fear. Even with those red eyes staring deep into his soul like some feral demon. And to his surprise.. The Yandere was the first to look away
In their two months together that had never happened.
Finally he would give him the distance he was probably wanting.
Eric admittedly scared to push it too far.
For the rest of his time he’d be reading the book he started to read a couple of weeks ago, in the beginning he just read it in the awkward silence between his watch but then.. he noticed the Yandere’s eyes looking at the mirror next to him, eyes squinting- he was trying to read what he was reading.
Once Eric figured that out he was happy to read it out loud for him, which seemed to keep him entertained as his eyes almost seemed inquisitive
Host would always be the next shift after, which he’d learn to like. Originally the narrator hated having to waste time with what he described as a foaming at the mouth beast but eventually his tone would change, instead stating the Yandere would seem.. more distant than agressive.
Dark was anything but happy to hear that.. being concerned for Eric’s safety. He’d start cutting their time shorter and shorter
Eric would begin to notice Yandere would start to almost look sad as Eric would leave- it was nice to a certain extent but also made him feel terrible.. starting to promise he’d be back and not to worry.
Yancy was always the one to bring him snacks and drinks, but once dark started enacting his policy about Eric’s schedule.. Yan began to refuse to take it. On the first day it didn’t concern him, thinking maybe he just didn’t feel good and he’d leave it for later- but after day three he became concerned.
Eric would notice Yandere would seem more tired and weak throughout their visits, and when Yancy finally told him of Yan’s diet he truly became concerned.
Dark tried to encourage Eric not to worry about it, and that Yandere has done this in the past with him usually going back to normal within a few days- but deep down Eric wasn’t convinced.
Eric would walk in again for his visit, and Yandere actually perked up when he came in, having a good mood for the first time in a while- if Eric didn’t know what he knew he would’ve been over the moon with his progress but.. he knew he had to confront this negative behavior before it got worse.
“Yan.. you know I’m here for you.. right?”
the atmosphere in the room suddenly wasn’t as pleasant- and Eric watched as Yandere seemed to piece together Eric wasn’t in a playful mood as he had hoped.
“And while.. the others may have mixed feelings about you, I want what’s best for you. I want you out of here one day.”
Eric then watched as Yandere seemed to be really confused, even tilting his head. This was when he finally decided to spit it out.
“You haven’t been eating anything Yancy brings you for the past few days. Why.”
It was quiet in that room, as it seemed Yan didn’t even breathe- looking at the ground for a while before looking at Eric with a sorrowful look In his eyes. It was a message, Eric knew that, but one he couldn’t convey.
“They’re.. they’re gonna keep you here longer if you keep doing this Yan. I’m just trying to help you, I really am- but I don’t know how. Please just- tell me what changed, tell me what’s wrong.”
And to his unfortunate reality.. Yandere would say nothing, looking down, leaving Eric frustrated as he decided to just leave- walking out the door and closing it behind him, telling dark he had something to do and that dark can fill in.
Laying in bed that night Eric didn’t feel good about what he did. It was out of frustration- anger at the fact that even after everything he did for Yan it wasn’t enough for him to gain trust. He thought.. maybe he’d managed to create a unique relationship with him.
He’d wake up, going downstairs to the now repaired kitchen to overhear Yancy and Host’s conversation.
“Guess Dark was right about him breaking after a couple of days, It was like magic- this morning he ate with no problem.”
“The host believes that dark spoke to the other regarding his behavior, most likely threatening him with punishment due to Dark’s character traits. But the host won’t think too much into it, he’s just ready for the Yandere to be treated normally again so he can go back to having a social life.”
It.. was weird to Eric. He’d have his bowl yet he suddenly didn’t feel hungry as his stomach flipped.
Was he.. responsible for this?
He’d.. be anxious as the time for him to see Yandere got closer, not knowing what to think or believe. But he’d go in, opening the door to his temporary.. well- cage, only managing to convince dark to let him in at the expense of cleaning up the trash.
Yandere’s eyes would meet his, and for a moment Eric held still- having that initial fear he’s had since the beginning appear, but he didn’t break his eye contact, standing his ground, all until he made it to his little comfy chair.
“..I overheard Yancy this morning. Apparently you.. had no problem.”
Yandere has never held such an intense stare at Eric like this before, it made Eric undeniably uncomfortable.
“Did you.. actually listen to me yesterday?”
He’d ask with uncertainty, just wanting to get some kind of answer-
Unfortunately he’d get one.
Not exactly the one he anticipated but..
Eric couldn’t help but describe it to be like a dog trained to ‘smile’ with their razor sharp teeth, one that humans recognize as friendly yet deep down its predatory.
A smile so wide it was unnatural.
Eric won’t lie, it took everything inside him not to call him out for how freaking scary it looked and beg for him to stop it. He’d swallow down the lump in his throat, starting to remind himself that he was restrained, unable to hurt him.
“…I’ll take that as a yes.”
Perhaps Yan got the reaction he wanted, because his face would shortly go back to the unreadable expression he usually wore- one that Eric has learned not to fear. Eventually he’d shake his fear off, feeling guilty about yesterday as he read as much as he could to him.
It’s almost the end of the second month, It seemed Eric actually was getting comfortable with the other’s company, being more lenient with Dark’s rules as he’d sneak in snacks and movies for them to watch together- and even if Yan didn’t speak, Eric was beginning to believe that Yandere was enjoying his time with him.
Finally, after the second month the vote was casted to decide if Yandere should be allowed to be free from his restraints, with Eric and Dr Iplier would be very vocal in their support of- but others like dark and Wilford weren’t convinced. Dark saying his lack of proper communication allowed for him to hide proper evaluations, and that he was simply buying his time in order to strike again- and Wilford would pipe up stating the rabid boy would glare at him every chance he could.
And it seems Yandere is still stuck in his restraints, but his observation sessions would be cut back to give him some semblance of false freedom.
Eric.. would meet with him the next day, seeing him reverting back to staring at the wall for what seemed like hours while barely breathing. There was no way that dark didn’t break the news to him.
“Hey Yan.. I.. got you a little treat for today”
Eric’s upbeat voice couldn’t lift the despair in the room. As optimistic as Eric was, he understood why Yan was upset.
“I um.. picked it out because it had red frosting.. and.. a cherry on top- it.. made me think of you.”
It got Yandere’s attention at least, his clouded eyes lazily focusing on the cupcake..
Eric wasn’t prepared to see a tear leak from his eye, and all he worried about was that he had did something wrong- he knew Yandere couldn’t wipe his tears.
Eric was simply going to wipe them away for Yandere, grabbing a tissue as he’d go to wipe his face
“I’m sorry Yan it’s gonna be o-“
It happened faster than he could comprehend it, only hearing leather straps snap with a metal buckle crashing to the floor, For a moment Eric’s life flashed before his eyes, waiting for the cold embrace of death only to feel someone’s warmth.. Eric would open his eyes to see the back of Yandere’s head.. he.. was hugging him, and from the sounds of it sniffling as he struggled to keep himself together.
“Thank you for not giving up on me”
And after some time.. Eric would hug back~
