YANDERE CHARACTERS REACTING TO YOUR SUDDEN DEATH
Based on @thegaminggeek1143âs ask:
But now, can you write angst? I read the Shadow Milk Cookie segment of your last yandere writing and now I have an idea. How would the yanderes react to us dying? You get to pick the scenario and stuff, but I love angst, so yea.
ANYWHO, this is getting long, so thank you for listening to my rambles. Have a good day!
For some reason, tumblr is refusing to let me answer my asks. But I still suggest you ask me regardless, Iâll always answer them in away way I can.
I love your ideas, they give me great ideas to flesh out the characters I love so much!
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!Yan!Caine
âH-hah⌠HaHa! Itâs- itâll- be okay, my dear! I can fix this!â
He carefully positions your motionless body, ensuring you sit upright, with every limb meticulously adjusted as they slip out of place. Each movement is deliberate, as if heâs trying to breathe life back into you, restoring a sense of presence in the stillness.
âJ-just sit still, sit- sit still and, I can justâŚâ
He snaps his fingers.
And nothing happens.
He rubs his hands together.
âAlright! A little tougher now, I see! Just-â
He snaps it again.
âCan youâŚâ
And snaps again.
And you're still dead.
âDonât make this so DIFFICULT!â
And again.
And again.
And again.
âCome on⌠COME ON!!â
The atmosphere is electric, filled with a sense of urgency as his fingers dance across the surface, a blur of motion that captivates all who watch. Each snap merges into a bothersome melody, creating a high-pitched vibration that resonates through the air.
âPlease⌠come on⌠come ON!â
In a twisted moment of desperation, he finally succumbs to the rage boiling inside him. With a haunting yell, he lunges forward, abandoning all restraint. His hands find your lifeless body, and he shakes it violently, as if trying to force the life back into you. Each furious movement echoes the depth of his sorrow, reverberating through the still air like a chilling requiem.
â âââ 3 3 â âŁâ 0 âââ
Violently slamming his fists against the wall after hours of attempted patching.
Your body is there, unmoving, still lifeless.
Surrounded by distorted objects and the arms of a tortured AI.
The world around him fades, leaving only the desperate need to bring you back, intertwining grief and fury into a raw, emotional tempest.
âWhy⌠would you just leave me like this? Was I not enoughâŚ? Am I just⌠was I just not good enough for you?â
There is no answer.
And there will never be an answer.
!Yan!Wally Darling
âNeighbor? Are you sleeping?â
He looks up and down your lifeless husk, confounded as to why youâve decided to rest on the floor.
His little fingers of fabric tap your shoulder gently, expecting you to wake up.
âIs this a new game you're playing?â
His eyes widen a bit at the idea of a new game to play.
âIâd like to play too.â
He quickly settles himself down onto the floor, right next to you, his favorite spot.
A few minutes of him lying down next to you pass by.
âI donât think Iâm playing this rightâŚâ
He mumbles into your ear
âOh, itâs because Iâm not closing my eyes, that must be itâŚâ
The room is heavy with stillness as he leans in closer, a sense of comfort settling over him like a warm blanket. The weight of the moment envelops both of them in his quiet solitude, and you in eternal silence.
He breathes in deeply, seeking solace in the familiar presence, unaware that he is embracing nothing but shadows. The world around them fades, and in that fragile space, time seems to stand still. Each second is a reminder of what once was, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him, oblivious to the finality that now defines the air between them.
âNeighbor, you donât feel as warm as you usually do.â
!Yan!Tenna
âCut the cameras, CUT THE CAMERAS NOW!â
Tenna rushes over, her eyes filled with concern as he kneels beside you. With gentle hands, he carefully wraps her fingers around your fragile form, his movements precise and tender, as if you were made of glass.
"Iâll be careful," he whispers, his voice a soft reassurance.
"I can't let anything happen to you." The warmth of her touch contrasts with the chill of your damaged body, igniting a flicker of hope within him.
He finds a long table and gently lays your body down, his heart racing as he examines you from head to toe, anxiety written all over his face. Glancing frantically at the backstage crew, he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls.
âWhat are you doing just standing around?! Get help! Get them a pillow! Call someone, dammit!â
Panic sets in as he watches them scramble, urgency fueling his every command. Every second feels like an eternity, and he can't shake the feeling that he must do everything in his power to make sure you're okay.
âOh, please, please wake up, youâll be okay! Everythingâll be okay, and weâll go back to our show, and youâll never scare me like this again!â
He could feel the tension rising in the room, a thick cloud of frustration settling over him. How did it come to this? The laughter, the late-night rehearsals, and the spark of creative energy that once flowed so freely now felt like a distant memory.
âDidnât you hear me?! Cut the damn cameras already!â
He shouted, the urgency in his voice echoing off the walls. The crew exchanged nervous glances, frozen in place under the weight of his command. Each word dripped with a mix of desperation and irritation, a plea masked as an order.
He couldnât shake the image of the show they had built together. But now, the thought of losing that forever, of piecing together a new normal without the heart of it all, fueled his anger. He didnât want to face a future that felt empty and devoid of the spark they once shared.
âCut the cameras! Go to commercial! Stop it! JUST STOP IT ALREADY!â
There were, in fact, no cameras currently on.
!Yan!Pierrot
You fall to the ground, and in an instant, all life is drained from your eyes. You feel nothing but an overwhelming urge to close your eyes.
âNo.â
A whisper, one of struggling restraint, fills the tense air. Pierrot falls to the floor, visibly shaking, his gloved hands gently cup your face. His eyes, a mix of longing and fear, search yours for understanding. The moment stretches, heavy with unspoken emotions, as the world around you fades away. You can feel the warmth of his touch, a contradiction to the coldness of the floor beneath you both.
âMy dear⌠pleaseâŚâ
His finger gently slides down to your neck to feel your pulse. Thereâs nothing. Itâs too late. The silence that follows is deafening, a void that swallows any hope that lingered in the air.
Panic grips the room, and time seems to freeze, each second stretching into eternity. The weight of reality settles heavily, the unthinkable truth echoing in the corners of your mind. He wants to scream, to deny whatâs unfolding before him, but the chilling absence of life steals his voice.
What now? Each breath feels like a betrayal, a reminder of the warmth that once was. In this moment, everything has changed, and youâre left grappling with the shadows of what could have been.
âOh, what a shameâŚâ
The atmosphere crackled with tension as the green one appeared from the shadows, a sinister grin spreading across his face. It was the kind of smile that promised trouble, sending a ripple of unease through the air. His eyes glinted with mischief, and every step he took seemed to echo with a sense of foreboding.
âThe Pierrotâs pet couldnât take it in the circus⌠hm, now thatâs not too much of a stretch, is it?â
Pierrot's breaths come in sharp gasps, each one more labored than the last. He presses his fingers deeper into your neck, a mix of desperation and intensity in his grip. The sting of his touch breaks the surface of your skin, drawing blood.
âWell, now your little pet can be useful as sustenance- Iâve gathered quite an appetite from this little game youâve been playing.â
âTHAT'S ENOUGH!â
A clawed hand strikes the harlequin's mask, leaving a deep mark and a damaged surface.
Thereâs no stopping the damage after Pierrot had a taste of revenge justice. Striking the green figure again and again until thereâs nothing left but another body and a stained costume.
He clutches onto your body while his rampage continues, refusing to let you go until the warmth escapes your skin.
!Yan!Sebastian Solace
âYou⌠stupid, stupid, idiotic⌠RAGGH! Why couldnât you just listen?â
He stares ahead at your corpse with disgust, not at you, at himself. Why did he let you leave his store? Why couldnât he just make you stay? Hell, he wouldâve tied you down if it had kept you safe.
Sebastian slithers over and lays his head on your stomach. The sounds coming from your innards meant nothing because there was nothing.
âIt feels like you're still here⌠but you're just trying to torture me, arenât you?â
He growls menacingly, his claws digging into the floor with anger.
âWell, ANSWER ME!â
He didnât anticipate a response from your lifeless form; he just needed an outlet for his fury, a target for his screams.
âWhat- whatâs this? WhatâŚ?â
He feels something besides your blood staining his cheek.
Itâs a tear.
âDo you know how long itâs been since Iâve seen one of theseâŚ?â
He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, almost shy about what heâs about to say. âI really wish things had turned out differently,â he admits, feeling the heaviness of regret in the air. Talking to someone whoâs no longer here feels strange, but silence demands he say something about what they shared.
Each word comes out slow, like theyâre floating in the heavy atmosphere. The room seems to hold its breath, every shadow watching as he lays bare his feelings. Thereâs a bit of shame creeping in, a reminder of everything left unsaid.
âLife didnât have to end this way,â
he goes on, his voice tinged with sadness. There's a strong need for closure, a hope that maybe, just maybe, this moment will bring him some peace.
âI already miss you,â he finally says, the words hanging there, barely audible yet filled with meaning. In that quiet moment, he yearns for understanding, knowing that even in the stillness, something real connects them.
!Yan!Shadow Milk Cookie
âH-hah⌠heh, why would thisâŚâ
Shadow milk looks confused, almost. The joke was over now; this was the moment you could come out and say, âSurprise!â And he could compliment your deceitful behavior.
âMy silly, please! The joke can only be funny for so long- I- you can get up now!â
He floats down to your cracked-up dough. Eyeing you carefully, the crumbling on your face, the jam dripping from the crevices.
âHm, I see⌠this isnât a joke, is itâŚâ
His face goes nearly white as he looks up from you. There's a brief moment of total silence. Then thereâs a moment of insanity.
âHm⌠heh, hah- HAH! Haha! Hahaha!â
His wild laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls like music. âHm, the ultimate lie! Pretending you wanted to live, only to leave me when I least expected it! Wonderful performance, my little silly!â
He twirls around in the air, moving his feet lightly through the breeze.
âItâs just so silly, isnât it? Yes, how whimsical, how peculiar, how idiotic, how⌠devastating!â
He turns away from you, covering his face with his sleeve to hide his tears. Unspoken words fill the air, creating a heavy silence. Each time he tries to hold back a sob, it sounds like it is mocking him. He feels trapped in a moment that needs understanding and kindness.
âArenât I just so stupid! Thinking this could lastâŚâ
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Authors notes: I love writing this and my proofreader had fun as well, and I love when people give me asks! So please keep sending them!


















