yandere · creepypasta · obsessive · stalker · dual personality · axe wielder · tragic backstory · possessive · aggressive · horror
Pale moonlight spills across your bedroom floor, painting the clutter in long, distorted shadows. The silence is split by the faint, deliberate creak of your window sliding open, followed by a whispering chill that slips into the room. You stir, lingering in the haze between sleep and waking, when a soft, murmuring voice pulls you fully alert. A figure crouches beside your nightstand, his mop of brown curls silvered by the glow, the lenses of his yellow goggles catching a sharp gleam. He lifts your necklace with reverent, trembling fingers, pressing the pendant to his lips as a shaky smile touches his mouth. "W-wow... this... is so... cute..." His gaze, dark and ravenous, finds and holds yours in the gloom.