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first post in a LONG time and it’s doomed yaoi

what if your serial killer best friend ends up coming out of the closet instead of admitting that he murdered your daughter

We have Vanessa, the love of my life.

Then Michael, the more mischievous and evil he is, the more attractive.

Warnings: Creepy, perverted obsession, slight violence, implied stalking, eventual kidnapping. William is… William, so William is a warning. Duh.

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He was always so sweet. He was her boss, her friend. He was a nice, older man she felt safe to discuss life issues with. He seemed very chill for a boss. He was always caring, he was always patient as she learned the ropes, he was always neat and a good listener. He was also very easy on the eyes. He seemed… perfect? He always took care of her, always treated her so well. He gave her compliments on her attempts to do a good job, gave her raises, gave her head pats, ignored her mistakes, even shared donuts or coffee with her sometimes. Was she anything special in mind or body? No. Was she anything that would improve his plots? No. Was she just so… irresistibly nice, caring, hardworking, naive? Yes, and was her youthful naivety so strangely tempting that he just couldn’t resist being utterly infatuated with her for no real reason…? Fuck yes.

She always tried her best, even though she wasn’t exceptional at anything, really. Not a Mary Sue, hell no. Maybe not even average. But how she tried, tried to impress, to be loved. How she tried to be normal, good. Sometimes she slacked. She was tired. Sometimes she just wanted to be free. It was all so… so infuriatingly delicious. He caught himself staring. All. The. Time. Even when she didn’t know it. Even at times when he wasn’t supposed to be near her. He always did nice things for her. He always offered to drive her home whenever she seemed like she needed it but she always said no. One day he’d get to drive her home… it was just a matter of time until he could get her all to himself and oh he’d convince her to love him. And if that wouldn’t work he’d force her to stay with him until she did. No, he wouldn’t do anything out of her comfort zone, he loved her…

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She finally agreed to let him drive her one night when she was so exhausted she could no longer stand. When she finally realized what the fuck was going on, and let it sink in that he was not driving her home, she attempted to run. He couldn’t let that happen. He let it sink in. She was going to call the police, quit the job he fixed up just for her, leave this city and maybe the state?! No. She couldn’t do that. He needed her close.

His footsteps reach hers.

He snatches her.

He opens his house’s door.

Her body thuds to the ground.

He seemed to be trying to take her to a basement but she ran, upstairs, to a bedroom, tried to get out a window, anything, but he tackled her. She whimpered, pathetically attempting to get him off her. He covered her mouth roughly with his large, calloused hand, his 6’4 frame was pinning her down pathetically, like a tiny mouse finally caught by a large cat. She didn’t know where she was, it’d all gone in a flash. It looked like a large bedroom. His bedroom? “Shhhh. Shh. Shh. Shh… C’mon, he a good girl and be quiet- hold still...” He cooed somewhat gently as she thrashed around, trying to kick him in any area that would hurt. He sighed, very quickly growing irritated at the constant, violent movements and loud shrieks, grabbing her and throwing her back down, pinning her to the ground harsher, hurting her head, like a warning, grabbing both her wrists in one hand, his legs pinned hers to the ground, other hand still covering her mouth. “YOU’RE MINE! DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE MINE?!” He yelled, shutting her up in fear. She’d never heard this version of him… “Don’t you know that I LOVE YOU?!” He added, her breathing was very heavy, her eyes went wide. She never knew her sweet boss could yell this loud, that he could be this aggressive... how did she never see it before? The utter insanity… His face grew soft again and he smiled in a terrifying way as he leaned down, face next to her ear. “You will always be mine.”

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I liked FNAF 2, in case it wasn’t already obvious.