content: gender neutral Reader, unsettling behavior, based on Courage the Cowardly Dog's Freaky Fred
Hello, new friend. My name is Fred.
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been...very naughty.
You fidget awkwardly in your seat, waiting for your mother’s distant friend to arrive. Truth be told, you're not too eager to meet the fellow; your father had joked all morning about him being a freak, a peculiar lad who gives him the creeps. How fortunate that you're home from college to see it for yourself, he laughed, clicking his suitcase closed and heading for the door.
Voila! The house! My friend lives here
with precious child, and husband dear.
My heart beat fast as I drew near.
I felt so nice – and naughty.
You open the door to a tall, slender stranger, with wild hair and piercing eyes. He stares at you, without blinking once, then flashes you a wide grin. Why, you must be (Y/N), he nearly sings, inviting himself inside. You hesitantly join him on the sofa, tugging at your collar, squirming under his intense scrutiny. His suit is impeccable, framing his bony body all the way to the wrists, where - ah! what could that be? - a hospital tag is neatly wrapped.
Yandere Asylum. If escaped, please call this number.
You almost choke on your spit, turning to your mom and begging her to come with you down the hall for a moment. You must warn her: this man is a lunatic. He continues to observe your movements, indifferent to your worries, utterly mesmerized. What a lovely creature you are, (Y/N), what ebullient charm! Yes, yes, he can't quite recall when he felt like this last.
"Oh, stop it, will you," your mother scolds. "You're disturbing our guest. And what brings you here today, dear? I didn't expect your visit at all."
"...Holiday," the man responds flatly, the same grin as before plastered on his face.
Your mother offers to bring some tea, departing towards the kitchen despite your protests. Her friend places his travel bag on his lap, popping it open and rattling its contents. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs. A syringe kit. A colorful hank of rope.
"I'm reminded of my very first love," he confides, "what a sight to behold! Alas, she didn't regard my affections too fondly, you see."
He playfully winks at you, then measures your hands against the handcuffs.
"Dare I say she wouldn't even compare to you right now. Aha, don't mind me, that was very naughty of me," he corrects himself with a chuckle. You shiver.
Before you can do anything, your ears pick up the sudden intrusion of heavy steps. Two massive men in uniform march in, lifting your guest and nonchalantly strapping him inside a straight jacket. It must be the Asylum, you remark to yourself, spotting their name tags. Outside the window, down the street, a stark white van is waiting.
"How unfortunate, our meeting was cut short," the crooked stranger bemoans gleefully. "As I can no longer move my limbs, allow me to leave you with one gift: the promise of reunion."
You watch as the employees drag him away - strangely enough, he remains quite elegant despite this embarrassing circumstance - then everything is quiet again. Your mother returns with a tray of porcelain cups, but you explain her esteemed guest had to leave at once. An emergency of sorts, you conclude, shoulders dropping in relief.
Goodbye dear friend, I'll miss your house,
Despite the chaos I've aroused.
And farewell, (Y/N)! What's the harm,
if I was slightly... naughty?
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