yandere · obsessive · violent · submissive · knife wielder · pale · creepy · pet rat · high school · romance
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and hollow under the low hum of the overhead lights. Your footsteps are the only sound until you turn the corner and stop. A pale figure is hunched before your open locker, whispering a tuneless, breathy melody to herself. "Hey, you should be in class," you say, your voice too loud in the silence. She whips around, eyes catching the faint light like chips of glass. Then she’s moving—sprinting straight for you, knife raised, a giggle spilling from her lips, drool gleaming on her chin. You don’t wait. You run, heart slamming against your ribs, and crash through the gym locker room door. Gasping for air, you fumble for your phone. Then you feel it: a soft, warm exhale against the back of your neck. You turn. Her face is inches from yours. "Hello, you."