I'm wondering if you already got yandere requests sent your way, if not, then can I request a yandere cuphead x reader x yandere mugman?
No matter where you go, We'll always find you!
Yandere! Cuphead x Reader x Yandere! Mugman
Summary: You thought you escaped, found refuge, safety. You thought you finally found freedom. Keyword: thought. Because no matter what you do, where you go, where you hide, they will always find you.
!WARNINGS! : Obsessive behavior, death and blood mentioned, attempted robbery
Note: I actually have more yandere head cannons in my drafts but they probably won't be finished anytime soon but I had this idea for this request so I hope you enjoy!
You practically melt into your cushions the moment you sit down. You find solace in the soft fabric, comfort in the warmth it brings, especially after everything you have been through. You deserved a break.
Your new home was bought not too long ago. It wasn't anything outrageous or incredibly dazzling. It was a moderately sized apartment, one you didn't mind. Unfortunately, not much filled it considering you didn't take much with you when moving out of your old house. You were far more focused on making haste than taking everything with you. Because truly, you didn't have much of a choice than to move quickly.
Paranoia still crept beneath your heart like a thick fog. Fear of the brothers you once loved tucked between your ribs like a growing tumor. Sometime you felt as though they were standing there, tucked in the very corners of your eyes. Waiting. Watching. Stalking you once more. Like a predator waiting for its prey to make the first move before snapping. It caused every bone in your body to shiver, as your stomach filled with a familiar sense of dread.
You try to push your thoughts down with quiet reassurances. You covered your tracks well, you went somewhere far, you changed your name, you went missing. You were gone. Free from their suffocating 'protection.' Yet you still felt there was something wrong. Almost as if there very air around you was warning you something was coming.
You look toward your kitchen. You raise push yourself off of the soft cushion and walk over to the stove. You glance over to the kettle sitting upon the stove. Grabbing the handle you approach your sink and begin to fill the kettle with water. As you place the mettle appliance on the stove you reminisce why you traversed here in the first place.
It started when you met the two brothers. There was something alluring about the pair, you couldn't explain it but it was like they were beckoning you to approach them. They were undeniably charming, a mysterious aroma curled around their shoulders. Yet even with their entertaining bickering and sweet comments towards you, something ominous hung in the air.
Your fingers turn the knob to the stove. Your mind recalling the way they would smile at you. You remembered the second time you saw them it was an accident, they seemed worried about something. Yet being naive, you brushed it off.
Cuphead always cracked jokes with you, and often times playful banter would be exchanged between the two of you. Mugman was a tad more serious, yet his eyes softened whenever you would smile at him. You remembered the moment you offered to 'hangout again sometimes.' Now, looking back upon that, you should have never gotten involved with them in the first place. That way you wouldn't have ended up in this situation at all. You'd still be living a regular life, going out with friends, going to work, and still having the freedom to go wherever you pleased.
Unfortunately you didn't have the luxury anymore... well until you made refuge in this new city. But, then again, you didn't know what Mugman and Cuphead's jobs were back then, all you knew was the sense of danger simmering around the two cups. Yet there was a slight thrill of touching what you shouldn't, perhaps that's why you were so drawn to them in the beginning.
The kettle begins to whistle as you're snapped out of your thoughts, causing you to turn the knob to the stove once more. Grabbing a teacup, you pour the steaming liquid into it. You place it down on your counter before scavenging through your cabinets to find your preferred flavor of tea before placing the tea bag in the cup.
Tea was something that helped calm you down. The smooth taste to it helped soothe your nerves. You recall making it for the two brothers whenever they would appear on your front doorstep. Cuphead pouring an unreasonable amount of sugar into his cup as Mugman would scold him for the unhealthy amount he was about to consume. You grip the handle of the cup tighter, walking over to your couch.
Memories of late nights, when the stars were hung high and fear was farther away, you'd stay up late with Cuphead and listen to him talk about his life. You both had trouble sleeping so it was a better way to spend your time rather than just staring up at a ceiling for hours on end. You held him when he was vulnerable, and you didn't judge him for the self-deprecating thoughts that would often eat him alive. And though you felt compassion for him, now you wish you would have just left. You had no idea you were playing with fire, fire that seemed to ignite from your touch, voice, and understanding.
You remember quiet evenings with Mugman, where he'd ask questions about your life. And you answered honestly. Your conversations would weave in between various topics, such as books and recommendations, Cuphead needing to take better care of himself, early memories where times were lighter, and struggles you two face. You'd assure him in ways that seemed to ground him. You offered your shoulder for him to lean on. You even read books with him on different occasions, shared your opinions about the plot, the characters, and the interactions they were having. You were thought you were doing what any good friend would do, be there for him and his brother. Yet, you supposed you weren't aware just how much that meant to them.
You remember the shift in their behavior, the moment they grew more... protective. It was little at first, until they started to insist going everywhere with you. They soaked up more of your time and overstayed their welcome far too many times.
Yet, the moment that struck you the most was the time you were walking home from the Ink N' Paint. A stranger emerged from a dark alleyway and attempted to make conversation with you. They were tall, lanky, and had that familiar sense of dread surrounding their figure like smoke. You swallow your fear and tried to politely dismiss them, saying you needed to go home. But predictably, they instead violently grab your forearm and drag you into the alleyway. They shoved you against a wall and reached into the pockets of your outfit, seemingly attempting to rob until they were unexpectedly, and harshly pulled back by someone.
An ear-piercing bang echoed throughout the air. You swore the ground shook when you witnessed the blood spill. You felt as though your heart stopped pumping as you choked on your own breath. Trembling, you raised your eyes to the now recognizable Mugman as he lowered his gun. "Sorry doll," Cuphead's voice rings out beside you, "we didn't want you to find out like this, but we couldn't just stand by and let them hurt ya'."
Cuphead's arms enveloped around you like some twisted barrier of protection. You tried to speak, stumbling over your words like all of the air inside you dissipated. "W-Wha-" You were cut off by Cuphead. "We wanted to tell ya' what we did, wanted to tell ya' for a while actually... but we worried you wouldn't stick around anymore!" He says as you continue to tremble in his arms.
"I don't.. I don't understand.." You manage to stutter out, every part of your body was screaming at you to run. However, you stayed frozen, it wasn't like you could run... considering Cuphead's arms were still encased around you like a chain with an indistinguishable lock. "Me and Cuphead... we're assassins, for the devil. We kill people for a living. And, I just... I'm so sorry we didn't tell you sooner." Mugman answers, wiping off the blood that splattered onto his porcelain skin.
Things were never the same with them after that. They were both at you sides, suffocating you with their possessiveness. They locked you up tight with heavy chains that were all under the guise of protecting you. You felt like a bird trapped within a bird cage, helplessly chirping for the chained door to be opened.
You wish you knew, you wish you listened to the whispers in the very shadows of the town, you wish you listened to your own instinct to leave your meeting as an accident. Because that way you wouldn't have had to leave your whole life behind. You missed your friends, your family, your old house. You missed the life you used to live before those brothers wrapped their hands around your ankles and dragged you down into the depths of hell with them.
You look down at your empty tea cup. You supposed it hadn't calmed you down at all, which was what you were hoping for it to do. You clean the dish before heading to your bedroom.
After finishing your nightly routine, you lay down upon your bed. You remember planning out every aspect of your escape. It needed to be done quietly, and without any trace left behind. You very well witnessed just how easily they find people. They can blend in with the crowd like shadows becoming one with the dark. They were fast, powerful, and stealthy. And lots not forget that they're intelligent, terrifyingly intelligent. So, you couldn't afford for anything to go wrong. Otherwise, they'd catch on to what you were planning to do before you could even have the chance to blink.
You started with the country, then the town, then the house, and then the job to make sure you were able to keep yourself stable. You figured out what train you would take, what you would bring with you, and maybe a new name to go by.
The night you left replays in your mind often. It was the middle of the night, the air was cold and the atmosphere was quiet. You felt so free carrying all of your bags down that pathway. Free... you were finally free.
Your eyes begin to flutter closed before snapping wide open at the sound of glass shattering. A shiver ran dow your spine as invisible glass shards completely cut at your feelings of security. You quickly sit up, your heart pounding against your chest as that all familiar feeling of dread and terror pushing against your ribs.
You peel the covers off your body, hesitating before standing up. A giant whirlpool of every possible scenario twisted around in the depths of your mind. But one banged against your head so heavily, it would've been futile to ignore. They found you. You so desperately wanted to dismiss it as another paranoid possibility, but your gut ached with that feeling of knowing.
Your stomach swirled with deadly butterflies beating against your organs. Rather painfully, might you add. But what was there to do? What could you do? They're one of most wanted criminals for a reason! You tried to search your conscience for any solution to the dilemma you were currently in, but there was nothing. It was only a matter of time before they found your bedroom.
You make your way to the door and carefully open it. You knew it wasn't a smart idea but anything other than this would just stall the inevitable. However, there might be a chance you could make it to the door before they can catch you...
You decide to bite your luck and make a beeline for the front door. Your heart, filled to the brim with anxiety, pounds inside of your chest. Your surroundings blur onto nothing as the front door comes into your view. You stand in front of the door and reach out for the handle. But before you can even graze the golden knob that will grant you the freedom you so desperately want, something catches you.
Two arms wrap around your mid torso as the cold feeling of porcelain leans against your skin. "God... it feels so nice to hold you again. I thought I- we lost you.." The familiar voice of Mugman mumbles as he buries his face into your shoulder. "Why did you leave us?" He asks, his voice is soft and painted with the warmth you grew to know when spending time with him.
"Aw, you found them first? No fair!" Cuphead's voice chirps from behind you. Mugman begrudgingly releases you before Cuphead embraces you and hoists you up into the air in an almost playful manner. "Hey, long time no see, huh? Awhh, you have no idea just how much I've missed ya'!" Cuphead exclaims as he practically squeezes the life out of you. The fact that he was acting to causal about breaking and entering disturbed you far more than you would have assumed.
He places you down as Mugman's hand finds its way to your shoulder. "Come on, let's go home. You've been gone for far too long." Mugman says to you. You knew he wasn't asking, you were going with them whether you liked it or not.
"I-... okay." You mutter, every ounce of hope dissipating into the midnight air. Because really, what else can you do other than agree?
You knew you had no other choice but to allow them to drag you back into that cage and lock it up tight once more. And perhaps, that's when it hit you. You realized that no matter where you went or where you hid, they will always find you. It doesn't matter how well you hide your tracks, their obsession and dependance knows no limits. It has no bounds, has no promise of ever stopping.
You will never escape them. You will never be free.
And the only thing more dangerous than love is obsession.
