Yandere Family Drabbles: When You Cry
Remalda
“Hush hush my little lamb.” She rocks you up and down, kissing your chubby cheeks as your crying dies down. “Sleep, my baby, they'll be back soon.” Your father has taken your siblings off to school and this is your first time being without him in the vicinity. “Shhh shhh,” You were getting fussy again. Instant gratification is the only thing you want and if you don’t have it then crying is your best option. Remalda hums a tune her own mother would sing. Not to her but she still heard it and she’ll sing it to you. And you’ll lull to sleep as she rocking you with the vibrations in her chest.
Should anyone interrupt your precious slumber she’d promptly end their existence. Maybe lure that construction worker away for some food and with gloved hands flip the lever that drops 200 tons of concrete onto their head. No one is allowed to wake her baby.
Spencer
You hardly ever cry only when he tries to leave. It makes sense: rarely does a starved puppy want to leave their savior. This will escalate to him bringing you to work once his wife’s maternity leave is off. And you're a hit. His customers love you; they'll coo and praise your father as he bounces you in his baby harness while handing them their mixture. You only wail a bit when one of the rowdy customers scares a resting crow that squawks alarmed. “Do not worry Dewdrop,” he’ll gently rub your head, “there is nothing to fear (because I am here!).” Said customer, after paying for his vial, is attacked by the observing birds of prey who only listen to Spencer but he says nothing as he tends to his baby.
Michael
You had started crying very early in the morning, around the time Michael prepared the schemes for his middle school bullies and clients. He waited for either one of his parents to get up but they didn't. He spies the melatonin on their nightstand and rolls his eyes. Unbelievable. You’d think for as obsessed as she is she might not want to be more selfish. He just barely can look down into the crib to see the squirming you still crying relentlessly, in his wake. He wants to pick you up but he can’t. Not securely at least, thanks to his height. Curse my genes. He remembered how Yulia used to cry just like you, you must also not be a morning person. He heads to his closet in his shared bedroom; Yulia sleeps soundly as he rummages to find his special box where he finds Yulia’s old pacifier. Perfect. He rinses it before presenting it to you, avoiding your grabby hands, you take right to it. Suckling and mulling in the comfort of your pacifier. He takes a picture of your sleeping self. I’ll have to print that later. Now that binky will be twice as special as it was when it was Yulia’s.
