Context: You've been sick for so long but you don't know how long nor why. A man has been helping you but you can't remember him very well. He says he's your roommate. Your soulmate. Sorry, he meant "roommate".

Setting: An apartment

Tags: [MM4F][Yandere "Roommate" Speaker][Ill Listener][Helpless][Ill][Captive Love][Cuddles][Kisses][Mildly Spicy][Snapping][VERY Possessive][Protective][CW: Violence/Abuse/Gaslighting/Disturbing Implications]

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All unmarked text is "Penn"

[A] = 911 Dispatch

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[Scene opens in, you think, your bedroom]

[SFX: Dishes and glasses rattling]

“Hey, pretty girl. You awake?”

[Pause?]

“Shh, it’s just your soulmate.”

[...?]

“Roommate. Aww, poor thing, you look like your fever has gotten worse. I brought you some soup and warm tea.”

[Pause]

“You’re welcome, hon. Let’s take your temperature…”

[SFX: A thermometer being placed]

“Mmh… Poor thing. You’ve been feverish for a long time now.”

[Pause]

“No, no, don’t apologize, honey. You get some rest, OK? I’m gonna move you to the big bed later so we can wash the sheets.”

[Pause]

[You can’t see him super well but you think he’s smiling]

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Go on, rest. I’ll be back later.”

[SFX: Muffled noises of cleaning and furniture]

[...]

**[An unknown amount of time passes]*\*

[SFX: More muffled clicking and moving about]

[...?]

“Well, hey, pretty girl. Welcome back to the realm of the awake. Pretty shitty, isn’t it? Hehe.”

[Pause…?]

“You don’t remember a lot? Not even my name? Aww, that’s OK, hon. How about we make a little nickname for me that’s easy for you to remember, hmm? How about… Oh, I’m holding a pen. How about Penn? Does that work OK?”

[Pause…?]

“Mmhm, I am your roommate. We’ve been rooming for over a year now… Goodness, you really must be sick. All that memory loss... Don’t worry, OK? Penn’s gonna take care of you until you’re all better, OK? After all, we have a date to go on at some point.”

[...?]

“Oh, sweetie… No, it’s OK. You focus on getting better, I can wait. I’ve got your coursework covered, it’s OK. You take all the time you need. After all, I’m not going anywhere…”

[Pause]

“...No, no, I’d never leave you, sweetie. I know you’re having memory problems. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you in this state?”

[...]

“Get some rest, baby girl. It’s OK. Let me feed you some soup. You need to eat.”

[You feel his weight on the bed. You feel the soup slide down your throat. Even his gentle touch moving the hair from your eyes]

“So sweet… I always loved those big, beautiful eyes. Especially when they’re a little dazed.”

[...?]

[Penn chuckles quietly]

“Oh, I’ve seen you looking up at me dazed a few times, love… Amazing how strong the chemistry we have is, right?”

[...?]

“Boyfriend? Oh, did I call myself your boyfriend? Is that not OK…? We’ve been dating for a good few months now… Oh, but of course you don’t remember. Here… Let me lie next to you and remind you…”

[SFX: The bed creaking]

“Shhh… It’s OK. Feel my weight at your side?”

[...]

“Good girl. Aww, don’t look away all embarrassed… Sweetie, I’ve kissed your neck plenty of times. I’ve traced my tongue here, mmhm, right along your collarbone… Haha, squirmy girl… So squirmy! Does it tickle or… are you embarrassed because I’m kissing you like this?”

[...]

[He laughs quietly, breath cold]

“Oh, sweetie… Embarrassed over having sweat on your neck? I don’t mind… I’ve never minded. When I cuddle you at night, my body temperature helps keep you cool, and you smile so nicely… It’s nice. Helping you in the bath is nice. Being in the bath with you… even nicer.”

[Pause???]

[He pauses next to you, hand gently on your stomach]

“How long have you been sick…? And… how did you get sick? Oh, poor baby. It’s been a good few months now. You were at school and just collapsed one day right after midterms. You were so stressed… I had to come and get you. They wanted to take you to the hospital but… you weren’t insured. You begged me not to take you, no matter what. So concerned over not being drowned in debt… You always were stressed, sweetie.”

[...]

“Mmhm. I’ve been taking care of you ever since. It’s been… goodness, almost a year now. You’re lucky I was there, dearest. You’re very lucky to have me, I think, hmhm.”

[Pause]

“Hmmm? Can you have more soup? Aww, of course. I’ll have to whip up some more for you, though. It’ll take maybe an hour or so to make fresh, OK?”

[Pause]

“Awww, baby, you’re so sweet. I appreciate your appreciation of me and all I do. Now, go ahead and rest. I’ll be back, OK?”

[Pause]

[SFX: Footsteps fading away, then a door opening and closing]

[...]

[You wait until you can hear him in the kitchen and shakily stand, balancing against the wall. It’s agony, but you make your way to the door, stumbling a few times]

[SFX: A bit of quiet scuffle as the Listener tries to get to the door]

“Darling? I heard a noise, are you OK?”

[There’s no time, you hobble to the door and practically collapse against it as you go to lock it]

[SFX: The Listener falling back against the wall and sliding down]

“Darling?!”

[SFX: The lock shakily being turned and the door rattling harshly]

“DARLING! Darling, you shouldn’t be out of bed! You’re sick!”

[SFX: Penn pounding on the door]

“DARLING!!”

[You crawl across the floor and grasp a bundle of clothes, sheets and towels before you force the window open and shove the bundle you made out of it]

[SFX: The window opening and something of significant weight being forced through and hitting the ground]

[He screams as he hears this and you scramble under the bed. The door bursts open and he races across the room and peers out of the window]

“LOVE! Oh god. O-Oh god, they jumped out of the window … No no no NO NO NO NO!! Hang on, baby, hang on!”

[SFX: Penn racing out of the room and the apartment door slamming shut]

[...]

[You shakily reach for your phone and do your best to dial emergency services]

[SFX: A call being made]

[A] “911, what’s your emerg-”.

[You scream as the mattress is ripped off the frame. Penn grabs the phone from your hand and hurls it against the wall, panting]

“GIVE ME THAT! … Sweetie. That wasn’t a nice prank… And you’re far too sick to be doing all of this. I’m very, very, concerned about your cognitive functions, baby! You just tried to jump out a window!”

[He lowers his voice but his eyes remain wide and wild]

“Sweetie… You know what they do to students who try and… hurt themselves, right? You’ll just be locked up in a place where they won’t let you even watch TV. They’ll think you’re insane…. You won’t be able to ever, ever leave, baby. Do you really want that? Do you really want to lose all of your freedom and the man that loves you so… so so so much?”

[...]

[He eases a little as you begin to sob]

“Oh, poor love… C’mere, let me pick you up. It’s OK… I’m sorry I yelled.”

[He picks you up, holding you close]

“You shouldn’t be exerting yourself like that… Poor baby. C’mon, let’s get you all nice and snuggly in bed again, OK? I washed the linens.”

[SFX: Him humming and making the bed]

“There we go… And I got you a nice pretty bracelet to help with things. Well, an anklet.”

[You feel cool metal around your ankle and the sound of chains jostling]

[SFX: Handcuffs being put on]

“There we go… All safe. Now, I’ll make you something to eat. Maybe we can move the TV in here and watch some together, OK? I think that’ll go a long way in helping you feel… comfortable.”

[...]

“There’s my sweetheart. Mwah, a little kiss for my baby. Don’t worry, we’ll work through this rough patch together, OK? Now… rest.”

[You lie back, the reality of your situation only ebbed by the drugs in your system, of which you are sure there will be more]

[...]

[You faintly hear him call from the kitchen:]

“Love you!”

[You say it back. There’s nothing else you can do]

[The End]