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Context: There's a strange building that runs a strange program - said program is, largely, an effort to rehome and rehabilitate yanderes. Any who undertake the challenge are given monetary rewards, and that certainly makes it appealing. But you signed up for a different reason and, after rigorous training, the day came that you adopted your own yandere. The most extreme case at the center was your choice ala a seemingly nervous, wounded man named Desmond or "Dez". You've brought him home and rehabilated him as best you can. All you can do now, as tragedy looms, is trust in your yandere.

Setting: Home

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to Lovers][Yandere Fiance Speaker][Former "Yandere" Listener][Self-Aware Yandere][BFE][Desperate][Obsession][Possessive][Fight][Tragedy][==SIGNAL INTERUPT][CW: Violence/Betrayal]

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[Scene opens at home, late at night]

[SFX: Typing]

[You’re woken by the sounds of a very unhappy security software emanating from the computer. You poke your head out and see Dez sitting at it, brow furrowed]

“Hey, honey.”

[Pause]

“You sure have some pretty heavy encryption on your files…Enough that some of the guys in my ethical hacking group are concerned. One of them was former military, and he couldn’t even get close to cracking it…”

[...]

“Why I had them going through your things is irrelevant, Sweetie. The fact that you have this level of security on your things has me convinced you’re hiding quite a bit from me.”

[Pause]

“Mmhm. For work. What do you even do for work? Any time I ask, you talk about NDAs and contracts and security… Why can’t you tell your own fiance what you do, hm?”

[He stands, facing you. His eyes are ice cold and the lack of a stutter has already clued you in. Well, that and he’s holding a knife]

[Pause]

“Why do you want me to put the knife down, Sweetie? Hm? You said you trusted me… with your life, right? That’s what relationships are built on… If you’re scared, then you should run, right? It won’t hurt my feelings if you run…”

[Pause]

[For a second, he blanches as though you’ve hit him]

“N-No, I… O-Oh God, no, i-it’s happening again… o-oh fuck, o-o-oh no, b-baby-! I-I can’t put the knife down!”

[Pause]

“...b-breathe…? I…”

[His eyes dart about like a cornered animal before you see him straighten again, eyes icy once more]

“Oh, you’ll show me, will you? Fine. Go on.”

[You walk toward the computer and sit down, typing away. His presence moves behind you and the blade of the knife rests gently against your throat]

“Comfortable with this knife to your neck?”

[Pause]

[He sputters for a moment]

“H-Hey, no, d-don’t you… A-Ahem. Don’t bring your kinks into this, Sweetie. It’s not time for me to play with you.”

[SFX: Happy security software sounds]

“That was very wise of you, Sweetie. Let’s take a look at your secrets.”

[Long Pause. Re: Dez muttering from time to time as he reads]

“Subject was taken from an orphanage after strange displays of aggression and a clinginess to one of the other children there. Admitted into the program and provided standard training. Subject was oddly resistant to most requests and would only obey when the other child was threatened. Clear resentment noticed as subject aged, power out of control, OOA terminated…”

[...]

[Dez pauses as well, his grip loosening]

“OOA… object of affection. Subject retaliated in a violent rage, destroying the facility on our remote island before escaping. Director Weiss has requested subject be terminated on sight. Designation: Destroyer. We are rethinking the classification of the term “yandere”, as it appears aggression in the subject may have actually just been the whole “losing their parents and living in a shitty orphanage” thing. Woops.”

[Pause]

“F-Fuck, I’m sorry… P-Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry…”

[He drops the knife and embraces you from behind, shaking and crying with you]

“I-I’m so sorry… Y-You were telling the truth… B-But why? I-It put y-you at risk!”

[Pause]

“Y-You don’t… care about what happens to y-you? You just…d-didn’t want to break my trust…? N-No, I… I’m not g-going to let my D-Dad hurt you a-anymore, O-OK?”

[Pause]

“...I… I-I did… pick the knife back up… B-Baby, y-you gotta knock me out, r-right now, OK?!”

[Pause!]

“I-I don’t care if he c-can hurt m-me remotely! I’m remembering… I-I remember… t-they try and make us f-forget, b-but I-I know they p-put chips i-in our necks a-and-!”

[He lurches with a groan and the knife comes inches from slashing your shoulder]

“...I love you… so much…”

[He sobs harder, fighting with all he has]

“But I have to kill you… t-to make this agony in my head stop! Please understand… p-please…”

[You tell him you do and stand. You don’t run, you don’t position yourself to fight. You simply stand]

“No…NO! Stop it, s-stop this, D-Dad PLEASE, I k-know you can h-hear me when I’m like this! Please! Please, please, please, I’ll d-do anything!”

[Pause]

“W-What, Sweetie…?”

[Pause]

“...I do. I do trust you, with everything I have in me. W-Wait, what are you doing? D-Don’t touch me!”

[You slowly reach up and trace your fingers up his neck to just under his left ear]

“W-Why are you touching my neck… P-Please don’t, I…”

[Pause?]

“...Y-You’re gonna…make the pain stop…b-but it’s gonna hurt?”

[Pause]

“T-The spot under my ear…? Y-You need the knife? No. No! You’re just going to kill me!”

[...]

“...O-OK. You can take the hand h-holding it… that’s OK, I think…”

[You guide the knife tip up to the small indent under his ear, but do not push]

“Here? OK… O-OK, Sweetie. I know… I know you have me…”

[With a whimper and gasp of pain, he makes an incision and you quickly wrench the chip free from his skin. He falls against you and you, somehow, manage to hold his considerably tall frame up]

“A-Agh! F-Fuck, that hurts! Nnggh, I-I can hear my Dad SCREAMING into my brain: “k-kill them, do it now!”. S-Sweetie, I-I don’t want to hurt you! A-Anyone else, but you!”

[Pause]

[You hold him, rubbing his back as he slowly, agonizingly, eases]

“I-I can’t… I can’t hear him anymore… t-the urges are gone… C-C’mere, I just want to hold you, I just…”

[He draws you close, sobbing and laughing]

“You really are my Savior, you know? I-I’m gonna be the best husband, I-I’m going to fall in love with you every single day, I-I…S-Sweetie… y-your back is wet, what-?”

[...]

[A low ringing in your ears muffles his voice slightly]

“Oh… Oh no-! I-I…! S-Sweetie-! No no no, hang on, h-hang on!!!”

[You wince as the knife in your back shifts and assure Dez it’s OK. You know he did his best, and you tell him you still love him]

“No NO NO NO NO NO, o-oh god, w-why did I stab you, I-I was free! Hang on! P-Please, hang on, I-I’m calling an ambulance! B-Baby?! BABY!”

[You slump to the ground, hardly able to hear your fiance as he panics and dials for an ambulance]

“N-No, y-you hang on, OK?! I-I’m not losing you! I-I’m saving you this time, O-OK?!”

[You tell him you believe him as consciousness slips from you. You know he’ll do his best]

[To be continued…]