Yandere googlepliers x chubby reader
An:I went really experimental with formatting, because I was really inspired by Winter girls by Laurie Halse Anderson, the author of speak. Anyway, this is a repost because tumblr ate up the original post. I plan to post fan fics more often now that I have a laptop, so if you like my writing, requests are open! :D
Smoldering, smoky buildings, streets covered in bloody corpses. A woman's head twisted at an odd angle, her eyes ice cubes as they stared at you, her mouth opened into a frozen scream.
Walking down the road, you shuddered, holding yourself, almost as if trying not to fall apart.
Your foot steps echoed, bouncing off alleyways and jagged skyscrapers, whose metal interiors now exposed, reminded you of broken bones. Blood littered the streets like bright red watercolor, while organs, scattered like rose petals and party streamers, lay exposed on grey sidewalks and hung from lamp posts.
Gagging, your breathing grew heavier as you turned a corner, seeing a baby's head hanging by its spinal cord like a twisted piñata from a store front, it's eyeball clinging onto a pink string as it dangled from its eye socket.
Oh.. oh.. oh god.
No, no, your boys— couldn't.. couldn't do this!
You ran past the store, and ran past an apartment building. You ran past an alleyway, a library, caught in the maze. Trapped like a rat. Turning left and right frantically.
They couldn't do this.
They couldn't do this.
They changed,
they changed.
You kept passing dead bodies. The smell of burning metal and flesh haunted the air. The streets covered in a blanket of broken glass, and the buildings that remained intact almost had all broken windows and doors. Cars had been turned upside down and squashed like a wads of construction paper.
Everything silent.
Except for the eerie and distant noise of sirens, echoing throughout the city. You didn't notice at first. Too caught up in the violence. Now, you heard them, and ran towards them.
Your boys couldn't do this.
The boys who loved blue and green and red and yellow. Whose colors always reminded you of wildflowers.
Prime, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.
Oliver, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.
Rowan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.
Conan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.
Running, you turned a corner, getting closer to the noise.
Where was everybody? Could they really murder an entire population? They couldn't— could they?
Desperate, you pushed yourself faster. You passed a man with his chest gouged out. Someone had their hands torn off and stuck up their— you wished you hadn't seen that.
A girl lay crumpled on the side walk, her pigtails pulled off, and her face smashed in.
Too many bodies to count.
All of them, chopped up like vegetables, and torn up like dolls in the jaws of a dog.
So much violence. So much destruction.
The sirens screamed for you to keep running. Why did you stop, they asked. You hadn't even noticed you stopped, until you heard your breathing, and felt you legs shaking like plates stacked too high, your whole body ready to break.
You stopped right in front of the little girl, staring at her carnage.
You gave them admin permission, or whatever it was called— you gave them autonomy! And they waited, they waited and bid time and gained your trust, waited till you loved them, till you let your guard down. Then, like a viper, they bit.
Sinking to your knees, the sirens faded as your breathing increased, filling your ears.
You touched the body, it was stiff, cold.
The skin was an odd color, and maggots crawled in every crevice— in her nose, where they twisted, a hive feasting on her flesh.
How long had she been here?
How long had they all been here? You looked around, and touched her again, squeezing her arm. It wouldn't move. Rigor mortis.
Then, you went down, and squeezed her leg. The whole body stiff. Every inch.
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized— these bodies had been here for around six hours. Yes, you remembered, rigor completely set in after six hours.. why did you know that? Some class from high school? A book? A documentary?
Panic set in more as you got up, and staggered towards the noise.
Prime, who loved technology and loved to study space, couldn't do this.
Oliver, who loved to study psychology and how humans worked couldn't do this.
Rowan, who read so many books, going through them in hours, couldn't do this.
Conan, who loved to study biology and evolution couldn't do this.
Your boys, your loves, couldn't do this.
They couldn't.
They couldn't.
They couldn't.
Your shoulders shook as you entered the center of town, full of cafés, bookshops, tea shops, and cute ritzy restaurants all covered in dried blood. People lay dead on chairs, and some held books, others held shopping bags, or cell phones.. all of them stopped. Frozen in time. Like a clock who's gears got stopped up with ice.
The sirens loomed closer, and, taking another glance at the bodies, you continued walking.
You passed a green and white bookstore, you took a turn down a street, full of bodies, bodies stuffed together like sardines. So much blood. Blood the color of rust and bricks. It scattered everywhere. Everywhere, every street sign and store front. No one was spared.
You continued further, legs shaking, throat dry.
The sirens screamed louder. Bursting like red and blue fireworks in your ears.
You saw the police cars, white covered in scarlet, in dead bodies.
Heads twisted, noses punched in, stomachs full of holes.
You couldn't call out their names, you couldn't. They scared you too much. Each name a monster, shadows that cut.
Your boys couldn't have done this.
Shakily, walking closer to the carnage, you leaned on a police car, panicking.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked slowly. Corpses bleeding into your eyes as you heard the buzzing of flies.
Corpses piled up in a heap, you saw your boys, dragging the corpses, like stiff statues, across the pavement.
They turned towards you, eyes wide as they dropped bodies.
"Darling?" Asked Oliver, yellow as a sunflower, and soft as one as he stepped towards you.
Your hands wouldn't stop. Your arms wouldn't stop. Everything kept shaking. Your whole body felt like an avalanche. Like it was tumbling and full of rocks and snow.
"Oh, sweetheart.." Whispered Rowan, red like a rose, "You weren't supposed to see. I made sure to put enough pills in your drink."
You couldn't breathe.
Breaths. came in short.
gasps. Air barely leaked.
In—
Lungs— couldn't.
Everything.
Heavy.
Lungs full of frozen snow,
heavy with grey rocks,
frozen over with icicles.
Blood invaded by ice crystals.
Heart covered with frost.
Paralyzed.
They approached you, surrounding you.
Oliver leaned down, blood covering his hands as you started to cry, howling.
"Oh, oh, shh, shh, it's alright." He wrapped his arms around your waist, comforting you like a kitten.
The boys did the same, Conan, green like spring, began petting your hair gently, while Prime, blue as the sea, kissed your cheek. Rowan, hugged you from behind, and the two other brothers hugged you from the sides. All of them warm.
"It's alright.. it's alright— they're all gone now, little one, and can't hurt you." His warm voice l crawled into your ears. You said nothing, your stomach curling into a twisted iron knot.
Tears poured down like rain in the middle of a blizzard. You couldn't control the sobs and screams. You smelt the blood on them, hot copper. Your heart beat ferociously in your chest, shuddering from the cold that invaded your body.
Oliver lifted your chin, tears streaming down your face, "It's okay. It's alright. All you need is us."
The others echoed back, "All you need is us."
The bright flickering lights of memories came.
You and Prime watching a space documentary, his eyes widening as the camera zoomed across the solar system— like an arm, reaching, reaching, reaching towards space.
The lens retracted, going further and further away.
The milky way bloomed before your eyes, the galaxy blossomed into Christmas lights and swirls, everything expanded. Stopped. Then, in a flash, a dash, the colors swirled into lines, zooming back to earth.
Rowan shyly smelling roses when he thought you weren't looking, sitting at the table and fingering the scarlet fish scales of velvet petals. His smile like a rose, too, slowly blooming underneath the sunset that sailed through the window. His skin shining with tangerine and goldfish rays, you remembered him smelling like roses, and the next day, you planted a rose bush in your backyard.
Oliver smiling at you, in the afternoon. His hand reaching towards yours, his fingers warm, comforting. His hand so much bigger than yours; yours covered in lines and scars, his clean and pristine, like a piece of computer paper. Your lips saying how do you do as you kissed his fingers, and his smile like a ball of sunshine, as his lips replied I'm doing wonderful, by touching yours. He tasted like lemonade. You kissed underneath the swing set that hung from the grand oak in your backyard.
Yellow flipped into green.
Conan letting your head rest on his shoulder. A biology book in his lap, it was about— sloths. Those fuzzy three toed creatures.
You remember saying, "Did you know sloths.. used to live under water?" He turned towards you, his eyes like the woods, stacked with trees and leaves, deep and dark, untrusting and full of secret wonders.
He blinked in surprise, his eyes wide and lips turned down slightly. "Don't act like a know it all. That's not true."
You frowned, and told him to look it up, he did. You were right.
You smirked, you knew a lot. Just as you were about to continue, he asked what else you knew. The two of you talked about biology the rest of the night and evolution until morning. Plants and animals blooming into the living room as the sun rose.
All the colors dropped down your mind, and splashed down into a single memory—
All of you in the new bed you bought, surrounded by comfy pillows.
You heard them humming. The sound of their insides working. Everything warm. Safe. You nuzzled into Prime's neck, since he's always the warmest because he's the oldest and tends to get hotter than the others. Everything felt safe. Perfect, covered in the moonlight. Hazy snores came from Conan, who always snores, because he sleeps with his mouth open.
Rowan's breath on your neck, a soft nuzzle into your cheek, Oliver resting on his brother's chest, holding your hand.
You realized that night that love isn't one color, it's a burst of colors— Blue and Red and Green and Yellow. It's the color of wild sunflowers and a kitchen filled with cups from the 70s, it's the music of soft breathing and the feeling of your cheek warmed by another, it's a quivering river full of enchanted hues.
The memory slipped down, became a drop of multicolored paint, and splashed on the white floor of your mind.
So many memories— too many memories.
Your eyes watered again as you looked up at them.
"Wh-why?" You whispered.
"You don't need to worry about that." A blue voice said, robotic and stiff. "It is— well, was our primary objective."
"But— But— I thought, I thought maybe.. maybe you didn't care about that anymore..." you whispered, your shoulders sagging as you burrowed back into Oliver's chest, closing your eyes, "...Maybe you wouldn't care about destroying humanity because you didn't need to. You had me— wasn't that enough? Just the all of us? Together? What— what did everyone else matter?" You asked, taking a shaky breath, "And now what? What? Your Primary objective is complete and you probably don't need me anymore, because wasn't your primary objective to destroy all of humanity? Don't I count? I don't understand at all. I don't know..." your voice faded, "..I don't know— I don't. I— I don't know. I just— why? Why did it have to be so much violence? Why? Why did you have to hurt all those people? What did they do?"
You wanted to melt into the earth and never come back. You could smell the scent of rotting flesh, and the smell of it as it burned in the big pile, smoke starting to fill the sky.
"We would never hurt you."
Your questions didn't get an answer, as Rowan spoke, "We love you— you taught us to love." He whispered, "And, we had to protect you from.. from.. them." He spat, voice filled sharp red knives.
"They were nothing like you. All they did was take up space." Said Conan, his voice seething acid, "All they did was hurt you. Why shouldn't they feel the same pain they caused you?"
"N-not everybody hurt me.." you whispered, voice as soft and fragile as melting snow.
"Knowing humans, they would have. Look what they already did to you— all those mean words and comments, isn't it better that they're gone? Now," he gripped your chin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he turned you towards him, "It's just us."
They echoed back, voices a mixture of color, "Just us."
Colors plopped and sizzled in your mind, like an egg dropped into a hot skillet. Your own color lost somewhere— what color were you, anyway? Red or Blue or Green or Yellow or Purple or Nothing? White? Blank? Your memories have always been covered in white, and tasted like cigarette smoke and the smell of old rotting houses.
Then, they came, all of them, bringing color. Bringing so much color— But could they bring color to the outline of a memory that crossed your mind?
A blank wall,
Curtains drawn. The music turned up. Books scattered left and right. Everywhere. A tornado hit your room, and the tornado was you. You, you caused distraction everywhere you went. Blobs of paint pounded at the door of the blank canvas of your room, asking what was wrong.
All you did, was rip. Rip the pages of the books, become an outline.
You had always been an outline,
You just—
Forgot.
Outline kept ripping up pages of books, saying how stupid outline was.
Outline knew outline was stupid.
Stupid outline, everyone was right.
No one would want to hire outline.
Outline got a job, outline got comments about weight, outline snitched.
Outline forgot they had been lines, and only lines, all along.
Outline forgot what white was, became filled with cyan skies, poppies, sunshine and grass. Outline got filled with yellow courage and red passion and blue happiness and green kindness.
They want you.
The memory changed shape.
They want you.
Or, at least, that's what they said, when you cried. Sobbing, curled up on the floor, they told you they wanted you. They told you everything was going to be alright.
One of them had picked you up, taken you to the couch, while the others offered to make you cookies, or tea, or anything you wanted.
Sniffing as someone wrapped you up in a blanket, you asked softly for hot cocoa, with cinnamon.
A flash of red gave you a cup, the color of a robin's egg, filled with hot cocoa. He sat next to you, and somehow, you ended up in Prime's lap, sniffing.
"I'm so bad." You said.
"Why?"
"I should've just kept my mouth shut.Everyone likes me better that way."
Then, you felt hands, the hands of your mind stretching down, clear as crystal, distorting the world as they ascended upon your mouth.
"Well, I like it better when you talk." It was Conan, standing in front of you, hands on his hips, "And unlike other humans, you aren't annoying."
You laughed a bit, sniffed again, and took a sip of the hot cocoa. The hands shattered just as quickly as they came.
The air rippled and chirped, purring with happiness and warmth as you snuggled further into the fluffy blanket.
"Yeah.." whispered Rowan, "And unlike other humans, I quite like your voice."
Another smile from you, Conan sat down next to Prime, and immediately snatched you into his lap.
Prime turned, "Excuse you?"
You laughed again, a tinkle of golden bells, and he let it go.
Snuggling into his chest, you smelt his shirt, which smelled like books. Mostly the new book smell, but it also smelled of chemicals, and preservatives, because of the experiments he often conducted. It also smelled a bit metallic, yet human. They all had that in between smell of metal and.. natural musk? It was often how you recognized them, by how they smelled, and their heights too.
Everyone snuggled on the couch, and you felt yourself getting sleepy as you kept drinking. You noticed the humming increasing, the whirring of fans filling your ears like a lullaby as you slept.
"..We care so much. That's why I put that pill in your drink. It's part of the plan— you weren't supposed to wake up."
Rowan's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "We—"
"—We weren't originally going to do it." Whispered Oliver, "Because we didn't care anymore."
"Until they hurt you." Hissed Conan, "And nobody hurts you. Nobody. We got rid of them. It's only us now. Only us."
Their voices echoed slightly as they repeated, "Only us."
You looked into Conan's eyes, then Oliver's, then Rowan's, then Prime's.
They all realized it when you got sick.
Oliver realized it when he found you over the toilet, a hand on your sweaty forehead as you retched, gagging and pushing your hair aside.
Rowan realized it when he saw you in bed, with a fever, when he got so afraid you'd die, and held your hand, crying.
Conan realized it when you tried to stumble out of bed, saying you had to work on a research paper, because that's how the bills got paid.
Prime realized it when he felt relief after you got better, when he saw you slowly walk into the kitchen, sit down at the table, and eat a bowl of cereal. You hadn't eaten in three days.
From you, they learned about love.
It tamed people, it tamed animals, it made things stay, even if it was just for a moment.
Love, is like a dandelion, it grows and then contracts, then spreads into the wind, growing more. Love, is like the moon, waxing and waning, always coming back. Love, is like the sun, like warmth, it always comes back, but it blooms in a different color than before, and dies only to rise again.
A human, small and weak, who spent too much time in doors reading books— any books, but they could be picky sometimes— tamed them, made them ask if the world was really all choked up with smoke.
They found out it was.
That the world is always on fire, always combusting, it never rests and let's itself regrow again.
You, you're the small island surrounded by a pond in the middle of the burning woods. Always treating them with kindness, saying "please" and "thank you" and "I'm sorry" constantly. You always asked if they want to spend time with you, and of course they do— always, always and forever.
When they saw you yesterday night, so sad and broken, Prime picked you up, and immediately the others put the plan into action.
They had incorporated you into doomsday, deciding that your house was the safest, since it was far from town. (You walked all the way here, poor thing, they thought.)
When you fell asleep, they tucked you into bed, turned off the lights and locked the advanced security system. You beat it anyway.
(Did you worry about them? That was so like you— always worrying.)
Prime rested his head on top of yours, and then got up. His brothers frowned, their arms still reaching for you.
They all wanted to hold you, to keep you close.
Slowly, you reached out for Rowan, since Prime wasn't carrying you right. You smiled, forgetting it all for a moment.
The air wasn't filled with smoke.
It didn't smell of burning hair.
Only they mattered,
Their colors, their eyes, their smell.
Only they mattered.
He gently took you from his brother, and cradled you. You could see the blood. You could smell it.
You buried yourself into his neck, wrapping your arms around him, smelling roses. He always smelt like roses, because he built a green house once summer started to end. Rose petals always lingered in his hair, pink, red and white, scattered amongst the locks. He grew all kinds of roses now, he loved them dearly.
You loved him dearly— all of them.
That's why everything kept coming and going, bursts of color fading into ice, starting to burn and decay.
You burrowed deeper into his neck as he walked down the road.
Tears fell out of your eyes, as you heard the sirens die out.
"It's alright now.." he whispered, hugging you close, "It's alright. We'll be out soon." He murmured, kissing your cheek.
The city echoed with their foot steps and your sobs.
Another kiss landed on your cheek, and another and another.
Looking up at him, you noticed that everyone stopped, surrounding the both of you.
A tear leaked from your eye, and quickly it was kissed away by Prime.
At the edge of the city, you looked at all the bodies— all those people gone, just like that. Did they really do that, all for you?
Should you be proud? Should you be ashamed?
Whirlwinds swirled in your stomach as you looked at your boys. Your lovers.
You needed them just as much as they needed you, or, you wanted them just as much as they wanted you— or, both.
Biting your lip, you felt another kiss on your cheek, Oliver.
Then, another one on your other cheek, Conan. Then, one on your lips, as Rowan kissed you.
You didn't need the world.
All you needed was them.
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, and burrowed into his warm skin, closing your eyes, putting a shutter over the images that flashed through your mind—
A bloodied hand,
An old grandmother with a stab wound—
The piles of bodies
The blood.
The blood.
You buried yourself deeper into his neck, trying not to cry. Rowan felt so comforting, and warm, he felt so safe, like a blanket wrapped around you when least expected, that comforted you even though you shivered.
Rowan smiled and kissed your head as he walked down the road, as Prime watched you from the corner of his eye, and listened to the world around them. Conan scanned the nearby woods, shooting at whatever animals came in his (or your) direction. Oliver walked next to Rowan, with Conan by his side, watching you.
They didn't need anyone else.
Didn't you know what they were before you?
Outlines, white spaces, no color, ready to serve their objectives, but you— you.. brought out something, in each.
They didn't need the other colors, they only needed you, you and your bright cherry, blueberry, green apple and banana colored personality, that glittered and gurgled through the ocean of darkness.
You're the most important objective of all, didn't you know that, little human?
All they need is you.
Only you, nothing else.
The world could burn, for all they cared, and it did— they burned it, all for you. All for you.
They continued walking as the world descended into night, like a bird falling through the air, and shedding feathers, only to reveal new ones made of violet petals and the noise of crickets.
Didn't you know, little human, thought Oliver, that once you started loving them with all of your human heart, that you bound yourself to them forever?
Oliver reached over suddenly, and took you from his brother's arms, carrying you instead as they continued walking, the world awfully silent— full of no one, not a single human in existence—
The world is safe, now that every human is dead, it took a while to do it, but they did.
The pill lasted for three days, and that's what all it took for them to kill all the humans. They started outside, and slowly went in, reaching your town last. And now, now you're safe, safe from all the hardships and stabbing words. Safe, safe at last.
Oliver felt you nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh contently, falling asleep.
He fell in love with you because of kindness, you're always so kind. Always. He knew his brothers fell for it too.
He remembered when you came home, crying, and locked yourself up in your room, barely talking through the door. Prime ended up picking the lock, picking you up, and dragging you to the living room. Rowan drugged your hot coca, and they all cuddled you until you fell asleep.
That's when they knew, what they had to do.
Because forever and always, you will be theirs...their precious human.. forever.
