❁ FOLLOW YOU
PAIRING: Yandere! Hastur x GN! Follower! Reader
CW: Cults, General Yandere Themes, Kidnapping*, Manipulation
NOTE: Mildly headcanon reliant
Life in the cult by the Lakeside Village was all you had ever known, or at least, all you were allowed to know of.
It happened years ago. You were young; curious enough to walk away from the safety of your parents and into the woods, but clueless enough to be unaware of the danger you were walking into. In the far depths of the Lakeside Village, you stumbled across a joyous celebration. The people were praising a peculiar god you didn't know of, throwing strange-smelling meat into the river and bathing in a crimson red liquid.
They invited you to join them, and you had accepted, not knowing that they intended for you to be a sacrifice rather than to become one of them. You laid on the straw mat, blankly staring at the glistening blade held up high above you, until you heard a man yell for the ceremony to be put to a halt
By the mercy of their god, you were to be spared, and be well taken cared of. The tentacled god found himself amused at the obliviousness you had toward your surroundings. You deliberately brought yourself to the middle of a bloodbath to feed your own curiosity; to which he thought you were... a rather slow-thinking individual. Your sluggish thinking intrigued him, somehow, and it was enough for him to want to observe you from afar.
While you had never seen the 'Feaster' your fellow followers fondly spoke of, you always felt his ominous presence loom around you. It was eerie when you first became aware of it, but it slowly ingrained itself as a part of your life until it became yet another normal occurrence.
As the one who was 'Favored' by their god, you had several restrictions, one being that you weren't allowed to stray too far away from the place they called your home. You weren't told about it, but you learned about it the hard way when you took a walk that led you past the invisible boundaries their god had set for you, only to be forcefully taken back by the followers who secretly watched over you.
The other restriction of interest? You weren't allowed to know what was out there, what it was like in the world you could barely remember.
Often times, you'd come across new followers bearing knowledge about the world the cult kept locked away from you. They'd tell you of fascinating machinery, magnificent buildings, and the various awe-inspiring forms of entertainment out there... but, the next day, they'd be offered as sacrifices to the Feaster, for reasons revolving around blasphemy.
It filled you with doubt, especially when you always had a high, but slowly faltering, regard for your god. You grew up with the idea that the Feaster, the divine King in Yellow, would never act unreasonably. Perhaps these people were killed for attempting to present false ideas into your head. Perhaps, the many aspects of society they spoke of were just realistic imaginations they had for the far future.
On the other hand, Hastur slowly became tired of having to silence the hard-headed fools who fed your curiosity toward the outside world. He took it upon himself to appear before you, not as the King in Yellow his followers knew him for but as a young man who looked around your age. It was about time he put his last resort into action after all.
Both of you clicked and he was quick to gain your trust, just as he expected with his amountless knowledge about you. He, like the many followers that came before, told you of the same tales about the outside world. Unlike them, however, nothing happened to him. You dreaded what the Feaster would have done to him the day after he brought you the same lies that killed the others, only to find him alive and well.
Both of you looked around and listened: there was no yelling, nor was there a preparation for any ceremony of sacrifice. It was, eerily, quiet that morning. You quickly turned back to your raven haired friend and made a desperate proposal, whilst holding both of his hands.
"Run away with me, away from this yellow king they always worshipped, to this world you speak of, please?"
The irony of the entire situation was something to be laughed at in the eyes of the Feaster. You wanted to run away, but here you were inviting the very entity you were trying to escape in the first place. It wasn't exactly like he had planned out, but he entertained your request regardless.
You took the few things of value to you before asking him to lead the way. He led you to a forest, one that reminded you of the lush green trees that led you to the cult those years ago, and you were back, this time on the brink of escaping. Now that you thought about it you never got to make it this far only because of the followers but never by their god himself. The excitment and expectations you felt toward the outside world instilled doubt that the god they've worshipped for years even existed.
Your thoughts were cut off when your friend suddenly stopped moving, the nearest town already at sight. He turned around and looked down, "(Name)..." and he started walking toward you, slowly.
"...w-why'd you stop... we're right- our freedom is just within reach!" You questioned him, nervously.
His sudden change in demeanor frightened you. Every step he took toward you was followed by you taking a step back, the twigs and leaves making a crunching sound at even the slightest movement.
"You really think I'd let you escape me?" He finally looked up, now with bloodshot eyes that mildly resembled the few drawings you saw of the god whose existence you doubted.
"What do you-" you were cut off by the violent shaking of the ground as the person you thought you could trust revealed his true self, the King in Yellow, the Feaster, the god you were forced to bow down to all those years and the one responsible for the cult that kept you like a delicate bird in a cage.
Hastur thought it was about time to put the final act of his plan to place, what he called the Revelation. He'd appear before you, not as your friend but as your god. Then, he'd take you back with him, away from society, and away from his own long gone followers. You wouldnt have to suffer being kept like a pet by a cult nor would you have to go through the pain that society brings to its people. He could finally watch over you, not from afar, not slightly near, but up close and personal! He could even make himself a permanent part of you, that way, he'd never have to worry about you running off to who knows where.
In contrast to the thrill Hastur felt about his future plans, you were absolutely terrified of him. You wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Only a look of absolute horror was left, with wide teary eyes and your mouth left agape. Without thinking, you tried to run past him, anywhere that would lead you nearer to the society, anywhere your cries of help would be heard by more than just the silent trees of the forest. But your actions amounted to nothing
For you knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was no God to cry to now.
