A/N: Idk, I think I’m just much better with headcanons but whatever.
I actually wrote this before this blog was even a thing and I think it was kinda the beginning of my tumble into yanderes.
TW for mentioned genocide, dehumanizing words, a kidnapped reader, and a lotta purple prose.
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Your feet carried you, fast. Fast away from what you felt was the inevitable. The end was chasing you, and you knew there was little you were capable of doing to ward its approaching hand away from you. It was instinct, primal instinct that carted you along and away from those omniscient eyes, if you could call them that. They were more like holes carved into armor.
Those eyes, those infinite eyes that crackled. One more gaze into their scorching depths and you were sure you’d ironically freeze within them. Sometimes those eyes were like fire crackers, a whirling torrent of spiky fire that mesmerized and captivated. Sometimes they were like stargazing. Looking at the universe, only an opposite..An antithesis of it.
Reality shudders around you. The one you’re currently in, anyway. Soon enough it will writhe and succumb like all the countless others before it. You feel it’s doom approaching. Reality bends and begins to cave. Along with its death, your hope. With the shudder of space time comes your halt, because you can sense his presence. There, leering at you. Confined to the will of your universal pursuer, you numbly accept that running is no longer an option. Your lip trembles as you turn around to face the monster behind you.
Strings of atom wind around your body like silk and you realize your feet don’t even touch ground anymore as your wrists are forced against each other, your fingers individually wrapped in an intricate pattern of space time string in all directions. Your legs bend at the knees where string slithers around and constricts them. You’re in the air, the prey caught. You gaze upon your captor. He is magnificant, he is terrifying. Looking over you, a being of pure energy encased in a monstrous shell of armor.
And those sockets..Devoid of anything other than a hunger. So focused on you. So utterly cold and so very burning as they lock upon you and your brittle matter self. Your whole body trembles. You don’t want to be condemned to such a horrid fate, absorbed and unraveled at the atomic level. Your energy imprisoned.
You can feel him leering down at you. Lording over you like god about to hand down your judgement. You glimpse metal and you hear the violent energy thrumming against the shell that holds it. You close your eyes, squeeze them shut. You didn’t want to confront him or look into those eyes any longer.
You feel his hand against your face, a twisted caress. His metal touch sends a chill through your very soul. “So foolish. Thinking you could outrun me. I will savor your fear.” The voice slams into you like the shockwave of a supernova, you feel like you have whiplash.
The binds upon your body tighten as they bring you closer. A large hand clasps around your chin, forcing you to face up to The Anti-Monitor himself. Looking upon him is every bit as terrifying as the first time.
You’re not even sure what you could possibly classify him as. A black hole? Maybe an abyss, an infestation of pure malevolence? Maybe he was simply a graveyard for reality itself. It sends you into a downwards spiral to meet that gaze. It’s so hungry as it locks onto you, so oppressive.
Faintly, you think you hear screaming inside that metal shell, echoing from burning sockets. They meet your gaze head on. The hand upon your chin shifts, and the skin upon your face is tingling from the new sensation of having such a cold hand breeze against it ever so slightly, you feel a metal finger caressing your bottom lip. You want to vomit at the intimate gesture.
“Your energy. I can feel it. It will join the rest of your positive matter universe. Bent to my will.” You know what will happen next. The fire in you is fueled. The last instinct of self preservation.
“Never!” You try to bite the offending finger near your mouth, and you are rewarded with what appeared to be amusement.
Kicking desperately at the abomination before you, your feet slam against an unmovable torso as you shake your head, trying to throw the tendrils off of you. They merely tighten further. How far would they allow you to get before they tightened so hard your limbs snapped off? You feel yourself being dragged. The strings upon you yank, dragging you into caging arms that wrap around you as you rasp in terror, at a loss for breath. You didn’t want any part of his hands on you.
“No, no! Let me go!” You can barely hear yourself over your own hyperventilation.
Your rapid movement ceases as you’re pinned against this dark opposite being, strings forcing your limbs to a standstill. You’ll be a lost cause the moment you slip through that portal, and you helplessly are. You can’t help the snarl of frustration as you are dragged through to a universe you never hoped you’d see. You feel completely enveloped with his eyes just inches away from yours. You were close enough to share the same air, only there was never an intake of breath on his part and soon enough, not on yours, either. Being in open space, you figured he’d somehow altered the situation to keep you breathing somehow.
Gazing through that portal brought the dreadful sight of Qward, and if you weren’t lost now, you surely were as you were dragged into the depths of the stone structure. Your reality had vanished to his grasp long before, one of his first victories over millions more and yet here he imprisoned you as if you were it’s highlight. His bizarre fixation over you had disturbed many of the different iterations of the justice league and other heroes but never did you think it was to this scale.
“Let me go, bastard!” You try to push one last time and find his hands grasping your throat, tight enough to be threatening but not enough to cut off air.
“That is enough! You have evaded me thus far! I will never allow you to taste freedom ever again. Cease this childish tantrum and accept the truth of your loss.” The hiss of anger scares you, and you are eye to eye with your captor yet again.
You squirm relentlessly, writhing in his grasp and the hold of strings, but he pins you in his arms with ease, resting a hand behind your head and snaking an arm around your small waist. That’s what you were, small. So small in his malevolent embrace, and he’s clearly enjoying every tremble that comes out of you, dead sure on forcing your body against his until you crumbled to dust in his unrelenting hold on you. Your arms are pinned against your body as the string moves them behind your back and your legs simply strung together.
Hungry eyes loom over your squirming body, and that is the moment you cease movement. Your jaw clenches and your breath hitches as they roam. You feel bugs crawl all over you. The grip around your torso wasn’t just uncomfortable now. It was near crushing. Did he even realize how fragile you were? You think back to being crumbled. If you were in pieces, you wouldn’t run, would you?
You hang limp in his hold, but your body still quakes as you reel in the desire to cry. It wasn’t just your mind doing front flips over his presence, your body was too. Every part of you is against him, bounded and entirely helpless to any further action. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat.
Your torrent of thoughts is interrupted.
“I know what I will do next. Let’s see how long your resistance lasts when I give you a front row seat” he paused before reaching up to stroke your hair. You quiver, trying to pull away from the gesture. “I’ll destroy everything. Everything but you. You can be the only remaining positive matter left. My trophy. Proof of my supremacy.”
You shake your head, gasping. “T-they’ll find me. They’ll take you down, it’s only a matter of time.”
His touch feels like poison, as you are left suspended but not alone. Strings hold your weight again and you feel like a puppet. The arm on your waist dips lower, giant hand insisting on resting against your inner thigh while his other rests at the crook of your neck, thumb over your Adam’s apple. You grimace.
“Then I shall snuff all light that guides them.” If only the harsh open space had boiled you. It would be a pleasing fate compared to this one. You are dragged, screaming into pitch black depths.
