RESIDENT FREAKSHOW

hydrangea—how would this yandere react if their darling gave them affection? what is their internal thought process like?

she has too unstable an ego.

on the one hand, she absolutely doesn’t believe this can happen to her. a prisoner falling in love with her captive? please. what is this, fanfiction? even under different circumstances, a different trope to apply to the two of you, it’d be impossible for her to score a good ending. thus, as any self-respecting lover of romantic visual novels can tell, you are tricking her. you are lying to her. you are pretending to like her while secretly repulsed, disgusted to your core by every cursed anomaly in her. once she lets go of the reins, you’ll take this to the secret bad route, trapping her forever—if not murdering her. yes, she can tell: some otome simulators get dark.

so, no, don’t make those eyes. don’t do that cutesy voice, trying to get her to fold. she won’t. she knows that the heaven she dreams of can only be found in the 2d world, and, seeing as both of you are very much flesh, blood, and guts, chances are that all of this is a farce, a secret camera show (how you would get any cameras in your situation is irrelevant: it’s paranoia that counts, the self-hating, self-punishing narrative she so adores kicking in).

on the other hand, she is starved. it’s unkind to shame a starving person for the signs of their starvation, but, truly, there is something unequivocally pathetic in how intensely she reacts to things most people would find casual. show her a sign of the slightest interest in her hobbies, and, though she will pepper in some self-flagellating comments, she will launch into a lengthy monologue, spilling her thoughts out right into your lap, fresh and prime for manipulation material. touch her gently, holding her hand or running your fingers through your hair, and she’ll malfunction, losing all awareness of the wariness she should be upholding while in the state of physical proximity to you. it can be sexual, too, but it doesn’t have to be: you could be braiding her hair, kind—or bored enough to take her up on an ironic suggestion, and she’ll be fidgeting the whole time, equally repulsed and compelled, craving the touch and fearing it in the same vein.

thus, although she is intelligent enough to figure out why you are acting so nicely, so lovingly, she cannot refuse herself the pleasure. she doesn’t want to, and, most of the time, she doesn’t need to. ultimately, whatever wins you get through your manipulation campaigns aren’t enough for you to beat the game.

in the end, you are doomed to remaining right where she wants you—down there, close enough to the core of the earth to feel its harsh, deathly breath.

myrtle—is this yandere consistently the same during the time they spend with their darling, or does their attitude begin to change? if so, what prompts the change.

she doesn’t ever fully trust you. she grows to trust you enough not to be in a constant state of fight-or-flight, sure, but she’s not delusional—she knows very well that, if given the chance, you’ll turn on her. thus, she has to ensure that you are trapped completely before she can even consider relaxing, and what better way to do that than by binding you to her family—binding you just as tightly as she is bound by her curse?

she doesn’t like children, and she’ll definitely not like dealing with them, especially at their smallest, loudest, and smelliest; however, it is worth the reassurance, the knowledge that, with your baby in your lap to take care of, you won’t be taking off at the first sight of an open door. for how can you? loathe her though you secretly may, leaving your own child behind in a place you’ve grown to hate so terribly would be the ultimate cruelty—the kind she’s certain you aren’t capable of. she wouldn’t be, she thinks, and she’s not the easiest person to sway with tearjerkers.

consequently, when you get to the “fulfilling the demands of the familial curse” stage in your marriage, she lets her guard down a bit. she’s won, hasn’t she? the first tremulous years are over, and the two of you have gotten into a kind of rhythm, a semblance of peaceful cohabitation, so what’s there to fret about? she’ll never stop worrying over the potential of your disappearance, and yet she is also finally content enough to view it as more of an irrational fear rather than an actual possibility.

she opens up to you more. she takes on some of the parental duties she didn’t really envision herself getting into when she first thought through her marital plans. she bonds with something that’s unsettlingly alike to her (“it’s called a child, idia”), and she grows used enough to it not to hyperventilate when it turns this or that way, momentarily too alike to a shroud child, too painful to look at without flinching.

she gets better, in a way.

of course, that only makes your attempt hurt more. back in those first months, it would have annoyed her, mostly. scared her, perhaps. now it also upsets her—she thought you’d gone past this! she thought her getting better meant that the two of you got better, too.

Riddle Rosehearts does not fall in love the way others do. There is no spark, no sudden heartbeat, no conscious poetry. His is slower, more dangerous: he gets used to it. His love is born from habit, from constancy, and when he realizes it, it is already too late.

At first, Yuu is just a tolerable anomaly. A presence without magic, without clear internal rules, without the weight of lineage or duty. Riddle observes them with the same attention with which he examines a poorly formulated problem: something does not fit, but it does not threaten order either. And that alone is strange. Too strange. Because in Riddle’s world, everything that does not fit must be corrected… or disappear. And Yuu does neither. They simply remain.

Riddle never thought he would fall in love with Yuu, especially after how he had treated them before his overblot, but afterward, Yuu becomes a constant in his life. Not directly, really—only unconsciously related to him through Yuu’s two friends. Ace and Deuce, the two troublesome boys who turned out to be students from his dorm.

Yuu is the center that keeps both problem boys under control, yet they come to Riddle to ask for advice or help with these two unruly youths. Riddle respects that, because in their own way Yuu is someone who keeps an eye on others when it is not their duty to do so; they do it simply out of the simplicity of friendship. The recognition of one being by another, and that is enough to be there, present.

What Riddle does not notice is that, unconsciously, he begins to seek Yuu’s presence. Not with anxiety, not with urgency, but with a quiet need. Yuu is there when the rules weigh too heavily. When the dormitory’s silence becomes rigid. When the effort to be correct tightens his shoulders and makes his chest ache. Yuu does not judge him. Does not evaluate him. Does not correct him. They simply look at him as if Riddle were not a project that must function, but a person who already exists.

That leaves Riddle feeling strange.

Riddle confuses that sensation with gratitude. Then with appreciation. Then with something he cannot define, but that begins to hurt when it is absent. Because love is not a terrain he knows: no one explained to him how it feels, how it is measured, when it begins. Much less how to handle it. And when love arrives without warning, without rules, without structure… Riddle does not recognize it as love. He recognizes it as emotional necessity.

That is where the yandere is born.

Not one of blood or knives. Not one of violent impulses. Riddle is an emotionally greedy yandere, silent, deeply naive in his danger. He loves like a child discovering something warm for the first time and never wanting to let it go. He loves with hunger, but without cruelty. He loves without understanding that what he feels can be suffocating.

Because Riddle does not think “Yuu is mine.” He thinks: “With Yuu, I feel good.”

And that makes him indulgent in an unnatural way.

The rules still exist, but with Yuu they become soft, almost symbolic. If Darling forgets a Queen of Hearts rule, Riddle does not raise his voice. He does not punish them. He only furrows his brow slightly, sighs, and corrects them with a patience no one else receives. His tone is not that of a king, but of someone who fears hurting without meaning to. “Next time… remember to do it like this.” It is not a scolding: it is clumsy care, almost shy. Because in his mind, his beloved cannot do wrong. Not out of idealization, but because Riddle associates Yuu with the absence of harm. Because his beloved was his savior at his most vulnerable and darkest moment, because Riddle sees Darling as someone who saw the worst of him and is still able to look him in the eye and smile as if he deserved it.

And that is profoundly dangerous.

Because Riddle begins to justify everything his beloved does. If someone complains, Riddle listens… and then discards it. Not with anger, but with calm certainty: “It wasn’t their intention.” “They didn’t do it maliciously.” “There’s no need to exaggerate.” It is the first time Riddle breaks order… for love. And the poor boy is not even aware of it. Riddle respects Yuu as an individual, genuinely. He does not want to lock them up, does not want to possess them, does not want to erase them. He wants something more subtle and more unsettling: to be the safest place Yuu can always return to. He wants to be indispensable. He wants to be reliable. He wants Yuu to choose him.

And that need becomes voracious.

That is why, when Darling pulls away, Riddle does not explode. He grows uneasy. Loses focus. The rules start to feel unstable again. The world regains that cutting edge. And then Riddle understands that he needs that warmth as much as he needs order. And if he needs something, he must protect it. Care for it. Preserve it.

There, love becomes darker, but without turning cruel.

Riddle does not think of harming others… but he begins to think that some influences are unnecessary. That some people tire Darling. That certain environments are not appropriate for his beloved. He does not forbid: he suggests. He does not command: he advises. All with impeccable logic and a sincere concern for his beloved’s well-being. Riddle does everything with a gentle smile that did not exist before. Yuu is not locked in… but the world around them becomes narrower without anyone noticing.

If Yuu shows Riddle affection—a sincere, intimate, clean friendship—Riddle becomes almost childish. He seeks that closeness with clumsy devotion. Riddle allows himself small emotional whims. He wants time. He wants attention. He wants that warmth again and again, because he never had it. And he does not understand that asking for it always… is also a form of suffocation.

Riddle does not lose his mind. Riddle does not know that he is losing it.

Riddle loves with everything he was denied. He loves without malice, without intent to harm. He loves believing that absolute care is kindness. He loves without distinguishing where affection ends and dependence begins. And in that confusion, he becomes a different kind of yandere one who grips something fragile too tightly… believing that is how he protects it.

And if one day his beloved were to realize how suffocating that love can be, Riddle would not react with anger. He would react with silent panic. With a childish, but devastating question:

“Did I do something wrong…? I was just trying to love you.”

Trey realized too late that it was no longer just care. At first it was the same as always: making sure Yuu ate, that they did not get lost in the absurd corridors of the college, that they did not carry alone the invisible weight of being a fragile human among humans and magical creatures. No one suspected anything, because Trey had always been like that. The big brother. The support. The one who was there when everything trembled. But something changed after Riddle’s Overblot: he was no longer protecting the dorm, he was protecting a person. And that difference, minimal in appearance, was an abyss.

There was no sudden internal confession or racing heartbeat. It was subtler, more dangerous. Trey began to think of Yuu not as “someone to take care of,” but as someone to stay with. Not beside, not above, not trapped: just be present. Remain.

His protection, which had once been horizontal, became directional. Every decision passed through a silent question: Will this make their life safer? And when the answer was doubtful, Trey intervened. Gently. Logically. With that calm that disarms any outside suspicion.

To others, he remained the kind vice-garden, that reliable and attentive big-brother figure. To Yuu, he became something harder to name: a constant presence that did not suffocate, but did not leave either. Trey never demanded love. Never asked for it. Never would. In his mind, loving Yuu did not mean possessing them, but guaranteeing their happiness even if that happiness did not include him.

That was the deepest trap of his affection: it justified itself as altruism. “Darling deserves to be happy,” he thought, and he truly believed it. If Yuu chose someone else, Trey would smile, help, support… and watch. Not out of jealousy, but evaluation. No one was careful enough. No one understood danger like he did.

Because Trey had learned something fundamental: the world breaks when no one is paying attention. He saw it in Riddle. He felt it in Heartslabyul. So he decided never to allow it again. His beloved became his fixed point, his reason to keep his feet on the ground. Not from the shadows, but upfront, visible, present. Trey did not want to be a secret; he wanted to be a certainty. The second option. Always. The option that does not fail, that does not hurt, that does not disappear when things get complicated.

Psychologically, Trey’s love structured itself as a refuge. Not one that traps, but one so comfortable, so safe that leaving seems truly unnecessary when you have everything there. Trey made sure that every time Yuu stumbled into the chaos that was the college, he was there to cushion the fall. Precise advice. Timely silences. Decisions made before danger could materialize.

If someone hurt Yuu, Trey did not explode, but reorganized the environment so that person would cease to be a threat. All with a smile. All with impeccable reasons.

And the most unsettling part is that Trey would be at peace with not being chosen. His yandere does not stem from desperation, but from conviction. He could wait. Years, if necessary. He could love without being loved, as long as Yuu was safe. Because, deep down, Trey did not want to be the center of Yuu’s world… he wanted to be the firm ground one always returns to when everything else collapses.

And if one day Yuu looked back, tired, hurt, searching for a place where existing did not hurt, Trey would be there, exactly as always: calm, open, prepared.

Not to claim. Not to impose. But to say, with the most dangerous calm of all: “It’s okay. It’s over. Now you’re safe with me.”

Cater falls in love with Yuu without realizing it, as always happens to him with important things. There is no exact moment, no cinematic click; there is a slow, sticky, almost invisible accumulation. At first Yuu is just that: someone who does not look at him like a display case or a trend, someone who does not ask how many followers he has or which version of himself he is showing today. Yuu does not consume him. Yuu accepts him. As if Cater, for the first time, did not have to be interesting to exist.

And that disarms him.

Cater has always been shine: quick laughter, pretty words, constant presence. A constellation of versions of himself orbiting others. But Yuu does not orbit him. Yuu is fixed. Silent when they want, curious when something interests them, indifferent to hierarchy, oblivious to the symbolic weight of that world. They come from another place—not just another world, but another way of being alive. And Cater feels it the way one feels warmth on the skin after having been cold for too long.

That is why the metaphor is born on its own, inevitable: Cater is a moth. Yuu is the light.

Not a blinding or violent light, but one of those that promise nothing and yet attract. Yuu does not try to save anyone, does not correct, does not classify. They observe, test, accept. And that, for Cater, is dangerous. Because Cater has spent his entire life adapting to others’ desire, reading expectations like survival maps. And suddenly someone appears who does not care about the role he plays, someone who approaches simply because it is him.

Cater does not want Yuu’s body. He wants the emotional space Yuu creates.

He wants that warm place where there is no need to perform, where there is no need to split, where there is no need to be funny or useful or popular. And without realizing it, he begins to settle there. At first like someone who stays a little longer than they should. Then like someone who reorganizes their day to coincide. Later like someone who needs to know if Yuu is okay before he himself can be okay.

He does not call it possession. He calls it care. He does not call it dependence. He calls it affection.

But it is greed, even if it is sweet as honey, it is still greed.

Cater begins to ignore the rest of the world when he is with Yuu. Not because he despises it, but because he no longer needs it. Others’ attention is noise compared to that constant light that demands nothing. Yuu does not admire him as an idol nor desire him as an object; Yuu simply lets him be. And Cater, who has always lived fragmented, begins to grow whole around that sensation.

Like a soft parasite. Like a symbiosis that does not hurt.

Cater does not want Yuu to leave. Not because he would lose them, but because he would scatter again. Because without that light he would have to multiply again, to divide himself, to be loved by many so as not to be seen by anyone. So he stays close. Always close. He smiles the same. Talks the same. No one notices the change because the change happens inside: Cater no longer seeks attention, he administers it. He no longer offers himself to everyone, he reserves himself. And if someone gets too close to Yuu, Cater does not attack; he simply steps in gently, with charm, with constant presence. He does not lock in. He isolates without it being noticed.

Yuu does not realize it. Why would they? Cater is kind. Affectionate. Sweet. Always there when needed. Always attentive. Always willing to listen. How could one suspect something that does not hurt?

That is the most dangerous thing about Cater, his yandere does not shout, does not threaten, does not bleed. It looks too much like love.

Because Cater does not want to possess Yuu. He wants to inhabit them.

To grow in that emotional world where he is accepted without conditions, to drink from that pure attention, to ignore the rest until only that light remains and him orbiting around it, happy, dependent, whole for the first time.

And if Yuu notices something strange… Cater smiles. He denies nothing. He only asks, lightly, almost hurt: “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just worried about you, right?”

Ace Trappola does not fall in love as one falls: he realizes it. And that realization is fast, indecent, almost insulting to his own pride.

It all starts before it has a name. Before Riddle. Before the rules break. Before Night Raven College even feels real. It starts in the prologue, when Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Yuu get trapped together in the mine in a situation that is not a game, not a school prank, not an absurd rule: it is real danger. Life or death. Magic out of control. Genuine fear. The kind of fear that allows no masks.

There, Ace sees something that does not fit. Yuu has no magic. They should not be there. They should not endure. They should not advance. And yet they do. Not like a grandstanding hero, but like someone who does not run when they should, who stays when the sensible thing would be to flee. Ace, who has always lived by getting ahead of the blow, improvising, laughing at danger… feels something uncomfortable for the first time: someone else has his back without boasting. Without claiming anything.

That lodges itself in him.

Afterward, when everything “returns to normal,” Ace classifies it as friendship. Of course. Friendship born of chaos. Companions in misfortune. First allies. Nothing strange. Nothing deep. Nothing dangerous.

Until Riddle happens.

The Overblot does not just break the leader of Heartslabyul. It breaks the illusion of stability. It breaks the idea that order is safe. Ace sees someone powerful collapse, sees rules turned into weapons, sees how close everyone came to losing everything. And in the middle of that disaster, Yuu is still there. Without magic. Without rank. Without authority. But steady. Holding on.

And that is when Ace’s brain—fast, sharp, cruelly honest—slaps him internally.

It is not friendship. It cannot be.

Because Ace does not worry like that about his friends. He would not hit someone just because they insulted a friend’s parents, whom he does not even know, nor knows if they have. He would not watch their silences. He would not tense up when someone got too close to them. He would not feel that low, animal irritation when Yuu trusts others. He does not need to always know where they are, what they are doing, who they are talking to.

And the worst part. Ace realizes it too quickly. Embarrassingly quickly.

The problem is not recognizing the feeling. Ace has always been good at reading the truth, even when it hurts. The problem is accepting it. Because accepting that he is in love with Yuu means accepting that there is something he can lose. And Ace hates losing.

So he rationalizes it.

He tells himself it is normal to be protective. That he was there from the beginning. That he and Deuce were the first students to help Yuu. That they went through the initial hell together. That that right, the right of arrival, of first witness, of first ally, matters. And deep down, he truly believes it.

Ace becomes, almost without realizing it, a constant. He is always by Yuu’s side. Always has an excuse. There is always something to explain, something to comment on, something to solve together. His closeness is so natural that no one questions it. He is “that troublesome friend,” the one who jokes, who provokes, who acts fast when everything goes to hell.

And that gives him power.

A power Ace does not ignore. A power he takes advantage of.

Because Yuu trusts him. Trusts him because Ace was there when the world was hostile and they nearly got their heads blown off. Trusts him because Ace watched their back. Trusts him because Ace does not treat them like a genius or like a burden, but like someone real. Trusts him because Ace tells the truth, even when it is unpleasant. And that pure, open trust, without defenses, is fertile ground for something twisted.

Ace becomes fiercely loyal.

But that loyalty is not clean. It is possessive.

He does not control Yuu with orders or threats. Ace is not like that. He would never be. He controls with presence. With closeness. With humor. With everyday intimacy. He sticks like gum, yes, but always with a smile, always with a logical reason. “Let’s go together.” “It’s easier this way.” “I’ve got you, but you owe me lunch.” “Let me help you, you big idiot.”

Yuu sees no danger. Why would they? Ace has always been like this.

But something changes in Ace’s gaze when someone else tries to occupy that space. When another becomes a confidant. When Yuu laughs with someone who is not him. Ace does not explode. Does not confront. He observes. Evaluates. Adjusts. He starts marking territory in subtle ways: interrupting, getting closer, touching Yuu’s shoulder familiarly, speaking for them when he can.

He flirts shamelessly. Not as a declaration, but as a habit. As if affection were his by default. As if Yuu’s body, their space, their attention already belonged to him by emotional seniority.

And the most dangerous thing: Ace feels justified.

Because he was there first. Because he helped them survive. Because he understands this world and Yuu does not. Because he is the one who knows when danger is real.

Ace tells himself he is just protecting. That Night Raven College is a nest of monsters with pretty smiles. That someone has to protect Yuu from manipulators, tyrants, dark princes, and broken leaders. That he is the necessary evil, the brazen guardian, the only one who does not pretend to be something he is not.

But deep down, in that place Ace does not usually look, there is a simple, brutal truth:

He does not want to share Yuu. He does not want them to leave. He does not want to be alone again when everything calms down.

Ace as a yandere does not lock up or threaten. Ace stays. Ace takes up space. Ace never leaves.

And if one day Yuu asks him why he is always there, why he always accompanies them, why he always seems to know when something is wrong… Ace will smile, tilting his head, with that light expression that never fully shows what he feels, and say:

“What? I just care that you’re okay. Is that wrong now?”

Deuce Spade in love with Yuu is not a fantasy of hysterical possession nor a melodramatic explosion of jealousy. It is something older, more animal, more unsettling precisely because of how right it feels. He is the puppy who, for the first time in his life, found a steady hand that does not strike, a voice that does not shout, a gaze that does not disappoint. And when that happens, Deuce does not fall in love—he anchors himself.

Because Deuce does not love from desire, but from existential gratitude. Yuu did not enter his life as an object of attraction, but as a living compass. Someone without magic, without power, without status… and yet capable of guiding him through literal darkness, through a mine that was ready to swallow them alive. Down there, beneath the ground, with the air thick and death breathing down their necks, Deuce learns something that brands itself into his nervous system: following Yuu means surviving. Not through strength, not through authority, but because Yuu thinks clearly when everything breaks apart. Because Yuu does not abandon people. Because Yuu chooses to stay.

That cannot be forgotten.

Then comes Riddle. Perfect order collapsing, authority turning monstrous, a leader falling apart. And once again, Yuu is there. Not as a judge. Not as an executioner. As presence. As someone who sees horror and does not run. For Deuce, this seals something irreversible: Yuu does not just know what is right—they know how to hold onto it even when it hurts. And for a boy who lives terrified of becoming “bad” again, that is sacred.

This is how Deuce the yandere is born: not from fear of loss, but from the certainty that he has found something that must not be lost.

Deuce is, by nature, gentle. He has a heart. He has ethics. He has a surprisingly solid moral compass for someone with a delinquent past. He trusts that Yuu can take care of themself; he trusts their judgment, their independence. He admires them for it. He finds it incredible that someone without magic can walk among monsters with their head held high. But that admiration coexists with a brutal truth: Night Raven College is not a safe place. It is full of egos, trauma, dangerous magic, and boys who do not know how to measure their cruelty. And Yuu has no magic.

That detail is the trigger.

Because when Yuu is involved, Deuce’s compass bends. It does not break—it redirects. Everything that used to be “right” gains a single, absolute condition: does it protect Yuu, or does it endanger them? If it protects them, it is good. If it threatens them, every other consideration stops mattering.

Deuce does not seek fights. He does not threaten for sport. He does not intimidate for pleasure. But if someone looks at Yuu the wrong way, if a hand lingers a second too long, if a word sounds off… something in him reverts to a primal state. The body remembers before the mind does. The old Deuce—the one with quick fists and hot blood—wakes up without guilt. Not with hysterical rage, but with a clean, almost professional coldness. Like a guard dog whose human has just been touched.

And the most disturbing part is that he does not feel bad about it.

Because Deuce is convinced, down to the bone, that Yuu is good. He cannot conceive of malice in them. If Yuu hurts someone, it is because they deserved it. If Yuu lies, it is for a greater good. If Yuu forgives, Deuce forgives. If Yuu condemns, Deuce carries out the sentence—emotionally or physically, it does not matter—without questioning it. Not because Yuu orders him to, but because to Deuce, Yuu does not need excuses.

The intimacy he feels is not sexual or demanding; it is territorial. Deuce was there from the beginning. From the initial fear, from the chaos, from shared survival. In his mind, that cannot be replaced. It cannot be negotiated. It does not fade with time. Like Ace, yes, he feels entitled to closeness—but while Ace demands it openly, Deuce lives it with silent certainty. He does not claim attention: he waits for it. And when Yuu gives it to him—a kind word, a smile, an awkward pat on the head—Deuce melts. He becomes warm, clumsy, affectionate, happy to be a “good boy.”

And that reinforces the cycle.

Because Deuce does not want to dominate Yuu. He wants to be beside them. He wants to follow them. He wants them to look at him when they hesitate, to call him when something is dangerous, to include him in their plans. He cannot conceive of a life where Yuu leaves, where they no longer need his protection, where they are no longer his example. Unconsciously, the idea of Yuu abandoning him is unbearable—not because of romantic jealousy, but because without them, he loses direction.

What would he do without their guidance? Who would he become without that embodied moral standard?

Thus, Deuce becomes gentle with those Yuu accepts—almost docile. He laughs with them. He lowers his guard. But with anyone outside that circle… he turns opaque, distant, dangerous. He does not need to attack immediately. It is enough to mentally record names. Gestures. Looks. The blacklist exists, silent, and it is only erased if Yuu forgives. Only then can Deuce forgive as well.

Deuce Spade as a yandere is not a monster in love. He is something more tragic: a boy who found goodness incarnate in someone… and chose to become their shadow, their shield, their fangs.

A loyal dog does not ask whether he should bite. He simply protects.

And when Yuu questions him about his protectiveness, Deuce would simply say—without drama, almost like someone commenting on the weather, in that honest voice of his that doesn’t quite know how to lie:

"Don’t worry, Yuu… if someone tries to hurt you, I’ll take care of it. Trust me."

Wow, this was definitely an experience. It’s been a long time since I wrote this much and actually took the time to analyze characters in order to write. I feel like..I did well, actually; however, I also think I managed to write better characters than the ones I thought I wouldn’t know how to handle (Trey and Cater). Even so, as I analyzed them and started writing, I realized they were very pleasant and interesting characters to write, I absolutely did not expect that!

On the other hand, I feel that my writing was very mediocre and bland for Deuce, and I didn’t do him justice. I love his character, but my brain seemed to dry up as I wrote and in the end it felt like I ran out of ink… and the touch in the writing disappeared. It’s not necessarily bad, but I feel it doesn’t convey as much emotion as the other characters, and it hurts my heart not to have done him justice, though I feel it’s good enough to publish. I’ll probably fix it another day if I get a request about Deuce, but for now, I’ll leave it as it is.

Shu Itsuki. One of my favorites, anywho!! I feel as if he is an obsessive and delusional yandere. There are a few scenarios running through my head, but the main one would you being a huge fan of him and Mika! You went to as many concerts as you could with what little spending money you could and eventually come to a meet and greet. Excited to just stand next to the idol of your dreams you don't see the glint in Shu's eyes as he stands closer than usual and poses for the picture. You give him a huge smile before leaving, unaware of what's to come.

It starts out simple, during another VALKYRIE concert with Shu on stage it felt as if his eyes were only on you. Quickly shaking it off as fan delusion, everyone thinks their favorite idol is staring at them during a song. Soon it started to pick up, walking home from concerts felt like a nightmare, with the looming feeling of being watched and followed. Soon you didn't go to any concerts and stayed cooped up in your house.

It's only a month later you leave your home, heading off to get groceries when a cloth covers your face and you pass out. Waking up in a room full of many finished and unfinished outfits, your face plastered on the walls with hanging blueprints, and a small doll that looked eerily similar to you you. Soon a door opens and Shu walks in, taking small steps towards you before fixing your hair

" You're finally awake, I was worried that boy knocked you out to hard, come now! It's time for a make-over, my doll "

p.s!!! This is an old ramble, but Shu is one of Mel's all time favorites, beisdes Arashi, she gets the pedestal!!

-> Masterlist

Donnie.

I have absolutely no doubts that he's going to at least try very very hard to kidnap you. And honestly, I doubt it would be too hard. He's a highly trained, mystic wielding, tech inventing, mutant ninja turtle. And on top of that, he's very fond of planning absolutely everything. And to finish it all off, I think it would be once in a blue moon that he actually treats his darling as an equal. He already thinks he's better than almost everyone, and when he gets obsessed, he has to make himself feel better about it somehow, so he decides to cope by thinking you need him instead of it being the other way around. As a result, he treats you a bit like a very glorified songbird, and songbirds.. well, aren't they usually put in cages anyway? You won't even care after a week or two of adjustment! (He will get upset if you aren't content with being kidnapped by then, by the way.)

2. Raph

The only reason Raph is behind Donnie on this list is because I think he would take longer to justify it to himself. He thinks you're fragile, that you need to be protected from the harsh world! I mean, he barely trusts his youngest brother, who is also a highly trained ninja, to do a simple mission on his own. How do you think he'll treat you after the obsession sets in properly? Not really as an equal, I'll tell you that. He's much nicer to you than Donnie would be, but he still doesn't respect you enough to let you handle yourself, even if that's not how he sees his behavior. At the same time though... isn't he supposed to be a hero? Do heroes kidnap their darlings? Or would this make him the dragon... In the end though, he'll decide that he's fine with being the dragon so long as he knows that the rest of the world won't be able to run their metaphorical (or maybe literal, depending on how unpopular you are in the area) pitchforks right through your heart.

3. Mikey

Mikey wouldn't just.. outright kidnap his darling, I think. I think it would start with a fun sleepover at the lair! Then he insists you stay just one more day! You're having so much fun, after all! Don't you wanna hang out with your best friend for a while longer? You agree, of course- him and his brothers have been nothing but nice to you ever since you met them, and their company is always a delight, so it's worth a shot, isn't it? Then suddenly, the weekend is over, and school's ready to chew you up again, so you do leave. Then it's finally the weekend again! You've heard of a fun game from your school friends, so you plan on trying it when you get home this afternoon- it's friday, after all- when you get a text from Mikey in the group chat with his brothers. He wants you to come over again- and, of course, you say "sure". Not like you can't just play the game on sunday, or when you go home saturday. The sleepover flies by, but you're a bit weary by the time you're pretty sure you're supposed to go home- but here's Mikey, and he's so sure that you promised you'd stay at the lair until sunday again! So, you give in. There's always next weekend, right...? I think you get the pattern, but eventually, he'll be keeping you at the lair 24/7, and you'll be rubbing at your weary eyes wondering how you got into this mess. Sometimes you can even see his brothers shoot you worried looks.

4. Leo

Fyuchen had run from the cops many times in his life. When flattery didn’t work out, running like he was in a marathon worked out well most of the time.

However, this time, that was not the case.

He’d barely managed to knock a tranquilizer dart off its course, sending it flying away into some passerby’s neck- guess he put a little too much power behind that blast of magic- while looking for somewhere to hide. How the hell was he supposed to know this guy had security? He thought this client was just some random guy he could steal from, but nooo, the world just had to screw him over! Oh, hey, an alleyway. Must be his lucky day.

The half-fairy ducks into the dark alleyway, chest heaving. God, his lungs are burning- when was the last time he had to run that fast? He lets his head fall against the grey wall while he catches his breath. Wiping sweat off his face, Fyuchen tries to gather his jumbled thoughts, dropping one of the ping pong paddles he “borrowed” that got him into this situation. Ugh, now it has dirt on it… he looks out of the alley, and as it turns out, the police just kept running past him. He scoffs. Don’t they know to check dark, convenient alleyways? He looks back into the alleyway-  “Huh?” And spots a red-haired fairy with moth wings. “Oh, Inju! Fancy meeting you here!”

He looks up at the tall woman. From the looks of it, she just got out of a fight- not that there’s much damage done to her, but the machete she’s got in her hand is drenched in blood. She seems calm enough though, with her green headphones playing a song. Does her phone say ‘Mama’s broken heart’? He decides to brush it off. “How’s the machete you stole from me working out?”

…And she isn’t saying anything. Did she just turn up her volume?! Nuh-uh, no way. Fyuchen picks up the ping-pong paddle from the floor and frantically waves them in front of her face. She can’t ignore him! She went and shattered a window into his life, and now she has to deal with the consequences!  “Injuuuuu…. Injuuuu! Hello? Fyuchen to murder hobo…” he hears the red-haired fairy scoff before she practically throws off her headphones and glares at him.

“What do you need, pest?” she hisses. Yikes, what’s with the attitude? Fyuchen briefly considers punching her in the face, but decides that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. 

“Well~ I was on my merry way into this dark spooky alley when I found you here! What brings you here dear friend of mine?” He makes his most annoying grin while clasping his hands behind his back.

“Eh.. needed space. Not much else.” Inju heaves a sigh before continuing.

 “Unfortunately, you’re here now, which means I have to find a new spot.” Petty much? He knows that their friendship isn’t exactly, well, the friendliest, but he’d like to at least pretend that he wasn’t a total Inju-repellent or whatever. He feels his eyebrows furrow, but at least his grin remains intact.

“Oh, cry about it, why dontcha? Not like the cops are after me.”

He quickly remembers that actually, they sort of are, but pushes away the thought. “What have I done for you to be so cruel to me?” Really, Fyuchen could make a list larger than the piles of stuff at home with just the stuff he’d done in the past 2 months, let alone the past 2 years, but it’s more entertaining to hear whatever examples Inju pulls out. Honestly, sometimes he forgets, so it’s great to hear from someone who doesn’t.

“Last time we talked, you tried to cut me up and bake me into a cake!” Ah, right. If he remembers, he was just feeling a little silly! Your honor, all he wanted was to be friends with her forever! What better way to keep her around than to have little pieces of her in his bloodstream! Not like he was trying to kill her- she always had her way of exaggerating- but he did try to cut some flesh off her arm. “I’m so sorry if I’m not feeling friendly enough for you, but I think I’ve got a pretty good reason!” Debatable, in Fyuchen’s humble opinion, but oh well.

“Wait, wait, you’re really still upset about that? C’mon, it was a whole two days ago! We live in the capital of Wyrbis, everyone knows this city is weird-” especially considering the fact that he’s able to be registered as a citizen here while living in a cave. “-You’ve probably been tackled by a giant worm by now or something…” he trailed off. It was a hypothetical, but guessing by the blood on her machete…

“…Actually, yeah.” Bingo. “How did you find out about the worm? That happened two hours ago.” Fyuchen shrugged.

“I saw the thing running around earlier.” More like he saw it wrecking his house. He knows it’s a cave, but that cave had extremely precious valuables in it! Those things matter more than his own life! Literally, the price on some of those are higher than the bounties his parents would put out when he ran away from home as a teenager. And that was when they still cared enough to put them up! “It had a pretty nasty gash on it though, and considering the dry blood on your machete… I took a wild guess.” 

After a very awkward moment of silence between the two, there was a loud crash, and upon looking up in the direction it came from, Fyuchen could see a worm the size of a skyscraper. And not just a worm, the worm. Is it just him or did it get bigger? If he’s not insane, which, to be fair, is unlikely, earlier when it wrecked his house, it was really only 20 feet taller than it- now he’s pretty sure the thing could crush his cave like an ant. A roar resounds, presumably from the worm. He can’t help but wonder how a worm of all things roared, but then again, he once ate flavored sewing needles, so there have been weirder things. 

Sirens ring out- wait, are they heading towards him? Did the cops find his location after all? He glares towards the alley’s exit. He knew he should’ve fried that tracker in his neck when he had the chance… Yeah, time to derail that train of thought. Fyuchen begins to wonder what the ethics of cloning the worm would be. How much would they sell for? C’mon, a worm that grows in size and roars? That would be one hell of a sale.

A water elemental fairy slides into the alley much like a cartoon character would. Poor guy seems like they’re hyperventilating- from the running or from anxiety, he doesn’t know- but either way, they’re intruding on his little meetup with Inju.

“Oh no, oh no, no no no…” the elemental stammers. Normally, he’d try to rope them into one of his sales, but right now he’s annoyed. No trinkets for this loser!

“Hey, go find your own alley! Me and my dear friend here are having a lovely chat.” Considering their panic, he thinks that’ll be enough to drive them off.

“Ugh, shut up Fyuchen…” Well, that’s mean. “For real though, could you not panic here? I’ve got enough of a headache dealing with this guy.” Oh. Still mean, but at least she’s supporting him for once. Another example of her agreeing with him to store away for later.

“Uh… Sorry? I guess?” The elemental mutters. “But since you’re already here, do you mind helping me out?” What. “My pet worm escaped again. He’s right by my neighborhood, I just need a little help getting over there quickly…” Oh, so that’s their worm, huh? He’ll be drilling them for financial reimbursement later for all the stuff the damn thing wrecked, but for now, maybe his pipe dream of cloning the worm is closer to possibility than he thought. Still, he wasn’t in any mood to be particularly helpful at the moment.

“Haha! Nope! You’re on your own with this one. By the way, you said the giant worm was your pet, right?” Fyuchen spoke.

 “Ye-”

“-Of course I’m right! Anyway, do you mind if I scrape off some of its skin? I wanna clone it.” He decides to be blunt. Sure, he might not get a deal out of them, but it seems like it’ll be fun to see what they think.

“WHAT.” A fair reaction, if he’s being completely honest. He hears the worm roar again, and he can only assume the loud crash after that is the sound of the weird insta-gro worm destroying yet another office. Hell yeah! Viva la revolution! The look on the elemental’s face says that they may, or may not disagree with that sentiment though.

“Oh this is bad, this is bad!” Ah, so they definitely don’t agree. “Bennie!!” Is that the worm’s name? “I know you like destruction, but you can’t wreck the city! There aren’t any other apartments that I can afford that also allow pets!!!” Lovely. So this is a recurring pattern with ‘Bennie’. Amazing. Wonderful, even. Also, the only reason that this person seems to care is because they can’t afford anywhere else to live- seems like a good bargaining chip for later.

Inju chimes in with the lovely comment of “Ok. So he destroys the city. Why is that bad? We finally get to taste sweet sweet death. How could you take that from us?” Yeah, how could they? Just live in a cave like a normal, sane person would! Not like Bennie’s gonna destroy it or anything like that. Perish the thought!

“....Are ya’ll ok?” Alright, has this person been alive for any more than 5 solid hours? C’mon, the idea that a fairy living in Wyrbis’ captial of all places would be mentally well is just laughable, really!

He chuckles. “Oh, you sweet summer child…. Of course we’re not ok. We’re fae. Do you think fae are famous for their mental health and wellbeing? Here’s an idea- why don’t you go kill the worm. Maybe that’ll put hair on your watery chest.”

“Kill??? Bennie??? NO!!! I could never!” the elemental shrieked. In the corner of his eye, he can see Inju wince at their volume- and maybe pitch. She speaks up, and Fyuchen considers himself lucky she did, because otherwise he probably would’ve bullied this guy til they cried. He wonders how much water elemental tears would sell for, if he could get them in a jar before they were reabsorbed into the elemental’s body.

“Well, whatever your name is, it’s either kill the worm or figure out how you’re gonna wrangle it back into whatever cage you have for it.” Oh thank god Inju was on his side. She was never too consistent with when she did and didn’t agree with him, so it was always sort of a gamble whenever he said something. He can only guess that she only agreed this time because she was being inconvenienced too.

"I’d never put Bennie in a cage! He has an underground tunnel system- Oh my god, wait. Did I forget to introduce myself?? So sorry, I’m, uh, Ufyrie.” Ufyrie? Oh no no no no no- He’s met a lot of Ufyries, and most of them aren’t on good terms with him anymore- it’s not his fault if they had shiny stuff right in front of him- they should’ve known he’d steal it! He gathers himself, and tries his hardest to not let his voice waver when he speaks.

“Ufyrie what? You’re gonna have to specify, ‘cause I know like, 5 thousand Ufyries.” Nailed it.

Ufyrie huffs. “Ufyrie Hollyrein.” Oh, thank god he’s never heard that last name before. “Now, back to my original ask, can you two PLEASE help me make my way over to Benjamin? I would really appreciate the help!” So Bennie’s a nickname? It makes sense, at least. He opens his mouth to make another snide comment, but Inju jumps in before he says anything.

“You heard our answer the first time. No.” Oops! Better redirect to just agreeing with her then.

“Must we spell it out for you?” Nailed it again.

“Oh sugar honey iced tea… why has god decided to torture me today?”

Fyuchen laughs. “Sugar honey iced tea? What are you, my great great grandpa? Just curse, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Well, I found out earlier that for some reason I can’t swear today, so… I’m saying what I can.” Really? They don’t look cursed. Weird that they’re trying so hard not to swear then.

“What are you talking about, it’s easy…..” He opens his mouth to unveil a string of swears that would make a sailor cry, but nothing comes out. “Wait.” This cannot be happening.

“What now?” Inju glares at him. Oh, shut up Inju, no one cares about your opinion right now.

“I. I can’t swear. Why can’t I swear?” Fyuchen gapes. What in the nine hells is happening to him?? Was he cursed? It’s not unlikely, but then why isn’t anything else happening? He frantically checks his body. And if it were the case, then where’s the curse rune? No matter what, for every curse, there’s some sort of rune or sigil that appears on the victim’s body- so it’s super weird that there isn’t one on him right now!

“Told you so.” Ufyrie snarks. Fyuchen stares up at the sky, seeming dazed, while his thoughts bounce back and forth from trying to repeat every swear and slur he’s ever heard and desperately trying to piece together what the hell is happening to him. Ok, so maybe not a curse, but some sort of new disease? No, that would be unlikely even for Wyrbis…

Inju pipes up. “….Wait, I can’t either. Oh god, what are we, characters in a kid’s show?” …Alright, so it’s not just him and Ufyrie. Maybe it’s also affecting other people? He’s not at all sure, but maybe the information could help…? Actually, maybe he should just wait and see if this… thing is still censoring him tomorrow. If it goes away, he won’t worry about it. If it doesn’t, then he’ll just have to throw people into a canyon until one of them tells him how to get rid of whatever is happening to him.

“Can we PLEASE focus on Bennie? I don’t wanna move apartments again.” Well now he’s annoyed again. Maybe he SHOULD try to solve his problem, just to spite this jerk of an elemental.

“Absolutely not! We must get to the bottom of this terrifying conundrum!” Yeah! Using spite to overcome his procrastination! It’s genius!

“Ok, but like….Ben-”

“Ufyrie, no one in this miserable world cares about your dumb worm.” And Inju swoops in for the kill! Woohoo!

Ufyrie stammers, clearly frustrated, before blurting out “Well, I said a hip hop, hippie to the hippie, hippie to the hop, and you don't stop rocking out, you!” …Huh?

“What in Hylia’s name..?” Really Inju? A video game reference? Now?

“Uh… huh.” Moving on from that… “Exactly how long have you been waiting to say that?”

“So, so, so, so long.” Alrighty then. So they’ve been waiting for an hour. Guess that would be a while for them considering they were born five hours ago, according to earlier in this lovely conversation.

Inju chuckles. “Why though? Are you quoting some lame tv show or whatever? Those weird… man, I can’t remember… chinese human cartoons or something?” He’s pretty sure they’re korean, actually. Humans make such interesting shows. It’s pretty fun to peek into what their lives are like- or sometimes what they wish it was like.

“You’re being a hater right now dude. Also they’re Japanese. Idiot.” Ah, guess he got it wrong too.

Inju scoffs. “What a lovely tidbit of information.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never done anything weird or lame or uncool. Remember your ex? She was a freak.” Seriously, she was so clingy! It was pretty frustrating, honestly. Really though, the most frustrating thing is that the police never found her body.

“Look, just because she was a little too excited about the gory horror movies doesn’t mean she was inherently awful!” Yeah, he knows. He’ll be honest- he liked them too. He just never told Inju. Or her girlfriend, for that matter, but they were mortal enemies! …Not that he told her that, either.

“You only say that because you’re not over it yet. To be fair, it was a pretty messy breakup… I had to clean up a lot of blood.” He has to hold back a cackle when he watches Inju’s face go through seven kinds of shock- it’s almost like she’s having ten simultaneous heart attacks. 

“...I didn't kill her…Fyuchen, what did you do?!” Eugh, that voice reminds him of his mom.

“Don’t use that tone on me! I feel like a misbehaving dog!” He bounces on his toes, whining like a child.

“Maybe that’s what you are then! Did you kill my girlfriend?!” While avoiding eye contact, he notices Ufyrie backing away slowly, holding their hands in front of themself like they were running away from a rabid animal. Huh, maybe he really is like a dog. Or, is a dog, according to Inju. Either way, he needs to deal with the rather unfairly pissed off fairy in front of him.

“Well, I guess if I’m a dog, I’ll act like one!” He growls, and when he sees Inju wince, he grabs onto and bites down on her arm. 

“Fyuchen! NO! Get your rabies infested mouth away from my arm! I do NOT wanna become hydrophobic!” Despite her concerns, he stays latched on for a moment longer before she pushes him off and he stumbles slightly. Hey, at least he didn’t fall on his face. He chuckles while the moth-winged fairy glares at him with enough anger to fuel ten thousand suns.

“That’s it- I’m leaving! See ya losers! I’m done!” Inju shouts. To her credit, she did actually leave- Fyuchen shrugs. She’ll be back, he knows it. Not like six months is a lot of time- that relationship barely lasted half a year, and the sucker wanted to leave her anyway! If anything, he did his friend quite the favor for getting rid of that girl sooner rather than too late. He lets himself fall against the wall, heaving a sigh. In the corner of his eye, he sees poor Ufyrie still standing around awkwardly. Hey, maybe while Inju’s gone, he’ll entertain himself with the elemental. Not like he doesn’t know another one already, but Strawberry’s practically his kid. Not ideal to run unethical tests on children you’re emotionally attached to, so….

“Hey Ufyrie, wanna do a drug?” They think for a moment before extending their hand to do a ‘hand it over’ gesture.