genre/theme: stalker wony, yandere type stuff, angst, high school!au, dark themes
warnings: kidnapping
ib: none!
a/n: the wony part of the ive oneshot series i was supposed to finish before my ive concert.. (COUGH MARCH 16 COUGH.. it’s may) link to the rest of the series is here
you were walking home after getting ditched by a couple “friends”. it sucked, being used like this. but you were used to it, at this point.
after a certain age you stopped truly believing and trusting others. in the end it could and possibly would always end up like this.
you. alone. again.
you sighed, stopping to check the time. once you stopped you suddenly felt like someone was watching you. following you even…
this made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. maybe it was because it was cold. or maybe because of that feeling.. that creepy feeling of being watched. alone. in the dark.
you shook it off, holding onto the slim sliver of hope that you were just being paranoid. then you got pulled. pulled into a dark alleyway, with someone covering your mouth with their hand.
the hand was cold and you couldn’t see the person’s face. only their slim figure and long hair. the street lights were too far away and the moonlight wasn’t shining in this particular area.
“scream and you’ll regret it.” their voice was soft, like a females. but threatening and terrifying at the same time. they took their hand off of your mouth and you could see their smile.
the smile that sent a shiver down your spine. you were guessing it was a girl because of the manicured nails and the long silky hair. the girl leaned forward and pressed her lips against your ear.
“guess who i am and maybe i’ll let you go. guess wrong and you’ll stay with me for a while.” she laughed, her laughter giving you chills.
“uh— uh.. can i get a hint..?” you were scared, could barely think even though their voice was the biggest hint you could get.
“hm.. well. i’m a girl. and we go to the same high school.. same year. almost all of the same classes. good enough?” before you could respond she cut you off, “not giving you any more hints. oh! and also you get 20 seconds to guess.”
“shit.” you thought. you were screwed. those hints were useless. you knew many girls in your grade and as much as you wanted to say that her voice sounded familiar, it didn’t.
“10.”
“9.”
“8.”
“7.”
“think of something, y/n!” you were screaming at yourself internally, hoping for someone, anybody to save you.
“6.”
“5.”
“4..”
“3..”
“2..”
“1.” the girl smiled. her smile large and scary, like a predator looking at it’s prey. she laughed, “aw. you didn’t guess in time!”
