anonymous—Oh, a concept/idea I've always enjoyed is of a yandere/monster that hypnotizes and/brainwashes others to go after the darling for them. Maybe the monster can't leave their home, maybe they're just shy. So they use others to get you, to bring you to them without having to show up and scare you.
tw: cop (acab), horror, mental health, seizure, unedited
note: hmmm this came out pretty ambiguous and didn’t really follow the prompt exactly, but the idea is there ig??
Sitting in your car, you rested your head on the wheel and inhaled sharply. You made sure to park in the shadow of the mall’s building, out of sight. It felt more...secured, somehow. Safer. The parking lot was empty, the sky was pitch-black and cloudy, with nothing but lonely lampposts to keep some darkness at its bays.
You were alone. Shutting off the engine and backed your foot off the pedal, you cradled your head, roughed your fingers in your unwashed hair, and hitched a sob. You needed to cry.
Even the doctors had turn on you, repeating the same verse you’ve heard over and over. And over. All with that face-splitting smile. You knew your sanity was dwindling, and yet...no one would help you to return to the reality?
They would not take you in the asylum, no matter how much you begged.
Auditory hallucinations with mild case of visual. But, there were no other symptoms you knew of. You were perfectly healthy and ate no differently than you had before. You even had an inspection done, in case you might had a gas leak in your home. Nothing.
Gods, you tried so hard to reach out for help...
All you could do, is to escape. Took a very long drive around, praying against hope that maybe, just maybe you could run from your madness. As your tear-crusted eyelids grew heavier, exhaustion apparent, you released another cleansing sigh.
Maybe sleep is what you needed.
You dreamt, though you didn’t remember what you dreamed. In a distance, you heard knocking. Knocking on glass. Tap, tap, tap. A muffled voice distorted and interrupted your temporary retreat from the reality, “Sir/Madam, you can’t park here—”
You jolted awake from your steering wheel, your eyes wide, and you curved to your side window. A beam of light had you flinching and throwing a hand to shield your sensitive eyes from being blinded, “Eugh!” You shied away, groaning.
“Sorry,” the person apologized, averting their flashlight from your face once they deemed you harmless, “but you can’t park here.”
You grimaced at the cop, before you shook your head from the idea of causing problems, “I was tired. Sorry, I’ll go now.” The last thing you needed is a ticket—or worse yet, jailtime.
“It’s alright,” the cop started, tilting their face over the roof of your car in a gesture of your parking area, “you parked in the employee only section. If you’ll park out front, we cannot prevent you from—”
You froze. Broke in a tremble, you didn’t want to dare yourself to look at the cop, but a morbid part of you made you to turn your head. Withholding a whimper, you grasped your key tightly at the cop’s sudden bodily seizure.
It was the same one you’ve seen every time before. Violent, but brief. They’d never fall, staying on their two feet, while their eyes whited out for no more than several seconds. They’d snap back quickly, as if they never had a seizure in the first place. It was awful. Terrible. Nightmarish.
Every time, their face would twist, before a skewed smile would upturn their lips.
“They are waiting.” The cop laughed. They always laugh. As if they were Happy.
In a distance, several voice sang in a chorus.
“—waiting.”
“—waiting.”
“—waiting.”
You jammed your key in the ignition, but found that your car wouldn’t start.
A scream broke from your throat, when a crack echoed in your ears and your side window featured a new spiderweb of breaks. Second time they dove the butt of their heavy duty flashlight, the window shattered, covered you in the glass shards, and left you vulnerable. The cop grabbed your bicep and pressed their face too close to yours, “Come home, —, no more running away.”
You didn’t want to look back and see many bodies approaching you. Surrounding you.
All wearing that same awful smile.
