Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, decline in mental health.
Anonymous Request: Please do more Yandere Jay!! I’m in love with your work and I love soft characters like Jay. Maybe something with reader leaving Jay because they can’t do his obsession anymore and knows that he won’t like it so they don’t tell him? Or something like a part two of chasing ghosts where reader escapes after? Thank you!!
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You steal away in the darkness of night.
It’s not so much stealing away as taking advantage of your dear friend’s trust, but you had to get away. You needed to leave him to his delusions.
As you make a show of shuffling to the motel’s door and leaving behind everything that would have made it obvious that you weren’t leaving for good (duffel bag filled with clothes and a laptop to help aid Jay’s investigation), you could hear Jay muttering to himself.
As always, he had taken a seat at the motel’s nightstand and had used it as a makeshift desk. His laptop hummed noisily in the background, his fan working overtime to keep cool. Every so often, Jay would tap at his keyboard or click his mouse in rapid repetition. Once upon a time, you had taken up that role with gusto whenever he had been out investigating.
Now, all you could see was a man who had been swallowed by his obsessions.
"Hey, I'll buy some snacks. Want anything?"
You hadn't expected an answer. Whenever Jay got in one of these moods, nothing short of demons rising from hell could shake him from his obsessive stupor. Honestly, it had been cute at first, but after so many months of getting ignored, you were just done with him. Furthermore, the fact that he was all up in arms about this... this thing that reportedly screwed up his laptop and whatever footage he happened to get from those godforsaken tapes of his. Not only that, but he reported that he had been stalked by that same aforementioned creature, but you could never find tangible evidence based on his senseless ramblings.
You've seen the footage, yeah, and you've seen those weird responses from totheark. That didn't mean anything, though. In fact, you were pretty sure that it was all a hoax and Jay just happened to take you along for a ride because, again, he was delusional.
And obsessive.
And because... you didn't know how to say this, but you were pretty sure Jay was dangerous.
If he wasn't already dangerous, then he was rapidly reaching that description.
When you realized that the most you'll get from Jay was a grunt, you turned the knob to leave. After gently letting the door click without too much fuss, you steadily made your way out of the motel. Out of paranoia that was born from months of spending so much time with Jay and those strange occurrences that he had insisted were caused by the Operator, you chose to walk rather than run.
Running meant that you were doing something wrong.
Running meant that you were scared.
You weren't. Not really.
Needing space away from a person who refused to seek help for their obvious decline in mental health was not cowardly. This was for both of your sakes.
When you managed to leave, you would get help from authorities. Or someone you could trust because Jay clearly wasn't in the right headspace for rational thought.
Once you reached the parking lot, you turned a hard left towards a convenience store. There, you hoped to ask someone for help or get access to a burner phone. You did have the foresight to also bring your money, but you feared that your funds may not have been enough. At the very least, you refrained from bringing your phone.
If there was one thing you knew about Jay, it was that he was obsessive enough to find whatever he was trying to look for.
You had seen him in action before and you hoped to whatever deity that was out there that you did not have to face him.
Just the thought of him roaming the streets, camera in hand, nearly had you in tears.
His persistence had been his greatest strength and your worst fear.
As you made your way into the convenience store, you kept your eyes peeled. For what? You didn't know, but it was better to remain prepared for the worst. There were very few people in the story, which soothed you. Strangers were always comforting to you, especially in such a brightly area like this. Heading to the register, you saw that it was a young man, probably fresh out of college, who was thumbing through an old issue of some popular gossip rag. His eyes were barely focusing on the page, but once you made your way towards him, he tossed the magazine to the side.
"Hi, how may I help you?" Even his voice sounded like it was out of focus and bleary. You couldn't blame him for such poor reception. It was nearly three in the morning and working long hours was something that you did not wish upon anyone.
"Can I borrow a phone?" You cleared your throat and hoped that you didn't sound too desperate. "Landline or cell, any is fine."
The young man gave you a hard stare, but you powered through the embarrassment. You had dressed pretty casually, but you hoped that you didn't give off the impression that you were homeless.
"Sure... I got an old landline out back."
Thankful, you followed the employee to the back of the store. There, mounted on the wall was a black phone that was equipped with buttons and a cord that coiled. It was nothing special, but to you, it spelled salvation.
After thanking him profusely, the man shrugged you off and advised you to get off the phone in five minutes.
You agreed.
As he walked back to the register, you punched in a series of numbers that you had long since memorized. An old friend. Your parents. Acquaintances from college. Anyone you could think of to help you.
Many of them ignored you (presumably due to the fact that the landline wasn't a recognized number) and you felt your anxiety mounting. The only hope that you had left was the voice messages you left behind. God, you tried to temper the raw fear in your voice, but it was useless.
Time was running out and with every second that passed, Jay could snap out of his obsessive stupor and realize that you had left a long time ago.
However, when you reached the last of the numbers you knew that you could trust, you knew that you had to return to reality. As a thank you to the nice employee, you resolved to buy yourself a candy bar and chips. Hopefully, such meager offerings would be enough to tide you over until your next big meal.
However, just as you placed your purchases on the counter, you heard the door to the establishment open and shut. You paid it not mind, but then—
"Oh, I was getting worried about you. You didn't bring your phone with you."
Blood chilled and breath stuttering to a halt, you refused to glance behind you. No, this couldn't be possible. Jay was supposed to be busy with editing videos and solving cryptic riddles! Ignoring the roadblock in your way wouldn't solve any of your problems, but—
You felt a hand on your shoulder and all of your hopes and dreams were shattered in an instant.
It was all over.
"You shouldn't forget your phone." Jay continued; he sounded too oblivious, not at all suspicious about your activities. That in itself did little but make you even more paranoid that he knew something. "It's a good thing that I'm good at finding you, right?"
He laughed that awkward laugh of his and you wanted nothing more than to take your chocolate bar and shove it down his throat.
"I just can't escape you, can I?" You laughed it off, but you felt his hand flex on your shoulder.
"Not at all. Come on, let's go back."
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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.
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