Tomorrow school restarts. In these days, I prepared everything. I studied. I went often, really often, to the bookshop (couldn't take tsh that time because I had to retire schoolbooks :/). I practiced. I enjoyed last moments of this summer. I think that I'll miss really much this year. But time flows. I revised. I prepared tiramisù with my brother. It was simply delicious. I must sleep now. Tomorrow - today, midnight's past - is the day. And I am ready. Excited. Nervous. Determinated. I don't really want to see again some faces, but I'll deal with it. I organized all classes. All study programs. All all. It will be great. Now I must sleep. I'll update tomorrow for first day.
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Emma is a highkey yandere in the game, so donāt mind me. Iām just writing some fanfiction about her.
Yandere Hunter Emma x Emily
Emmaās POV
Every day, only one thing can lift my spirits out of the abyss that consistently claws at my soul. I watch her day and night doing the littlest of things, but, itās the way she does them that makes her so memorizing. My angel.
I stare at Emily from across the room with heart filled eyes. Just one look, and butterflies flutter throughout my entire body. I would have gone to the doctor for help, but I was too shy to mention such a ludicrous thing. I talked to her a few times though, but was unaware of her true feelings for me. Maybe it was her kindness towards everyone that startles me so frequently.
It hasnāt been easy since father made me become a hunter by his side. He didnāt want to see his little girl get hurt any longer. I was fine with it at first, believing it would be easier to spend time with Emily if I make her during matches. I tend to kill every survivor just to spend a little time with my precious medic, but she always leave in the end. Why canāt she stay?!
I watch her converse with the other survivors, yet angered over their treatment of her. She was an angel, my angel, yet they treat her like an ordinary unspecial person?!
No, she was mine, mine, mine, and she left me for them! Them! The homeless freak with a flashlight! The stuck up snob, and a guy so stupid that he thought to poisen rats with wine in a bottle!!! This time, Iām going save her from her āfriendsā and keep her with me. That way, sheāll never leave me again.
Before I knew it, all of the other survivors and Emily has readied up, making me the only one that remains. Iām coming my angel.
Emilyās POV
Just as the match began, I had this weird feeling in my gut, like something bad was about to happen. It turns out, I spawned by the building at Arms Factory. I met up with Edgar while trying to find an empty cipher, but all he does it sneer at me and storms off, claiming I already tainted the cipher so I may as well take it.
I swear he can be repulsing at times, but there is still a game to finish, so I begin decoding the cipher, making sure not to trigger a single calibeation. Iām not in my A game today, partially because of Edgar but mainly due to the increases uneasiness lurking in my thoughts.
I stop decoding for a few seconds, frantically checking around to make sure Wu Chang nor Yidhra terrorshocks me. Nothing is there, so I turn back to decode. However, something catches the corner of my eye. I believe I see someone looking directly at me, forcing me to turn back, but once again, there is nothing.
āIt must have been my imagination,ā I sigh to myself, while tucking a few strands of hair back in place, decoding as quickly as possible once again.
Emmaās POV
I wish I could watch Emily decode the cipher all day. See the comfort in her eyes knowing I was there to protect her. Hear her luscious voice echo in my ears, making my heart quiver and melt. Yet for this to last forever, Iāll have to be quick. This should be easy. The first person I should target is Edgar. He acted as if Emily was worse than dirt, but sheās a lovely rose. If his comment withers inside my angelās brain, her purity and grace could disappear. He should be kissing the ground she walks on. Itās time to teach that bloody worm a lesson.
It doesnāt even take me 10 seconds to find Edgar, who is grumbling to himself like the meanie he is. I bet that maniac is saying something like.
āHaha. My evil and horrendous plan to torement Emily has begun! First, I will strip her of all beauty she has then make her my everlasting slave for all eternity using my master manipulation and insults. Then I can paint pictures of her and throw them in all of these peasantsā face, proclaiming that I got paintings of Emily while you got nothing! Everyone sucks but me!ā
The funny thing is, he has his head is so stuck up his rambles that he doesnāt even realize that Iām standing right behind him. Then, with one swing of my chainsaw, I smacked him to the ground. He he he. Father doesnāt even know that I took it from him yet, or he hasnāt told me. I prefer my first deduction. Edgarās screams out in terror, or continued screaming. I donāt know how long he was screaming for. Blood already trickled on the dirt, which makes me feel bad. I mean, why should the ground have to bear the burden of his worthless blood. Even his cries of agony is torment.
Iām going to send him to space! I learned quite a few things about rocket chairs while being a hunter, so I can not only speed up the time, but also how high he goes, and heās gonna go as far away from my angel as possible.
āHave fun blasting off to space!ā Emma chuckles at him while placing him on a nearby chair, causing his eyes to widen in terror.
Something about his eyes frightens, no, terrified me, but not because I feel sorry for him. I still continue tinkering with the chair, but the more I look at his face, the more puzzle pieces seem to click together in my mind. Emily isnāt soothed whenever I watch her. Sheās scared. Sheās scared of me! After all Iāve done for her, and sheās scared of me. What has Snot Boy done for her apart from being a jerk? Nothing. Yet here she is, frightened of me over him!!! Well, things are going to change my angel. Iāll make you love me as much as I love you. Soon, weāll never be apart.
āAs much as I wish to bring you more pain, I wouldnāt want to spoil my dignity,ā Emma chirps out to Edgar with a smile on her face, finishing the final touches on the chair.
And just like that, I press the button, and the chair skyrockets beyond eye sight, and away from my darlingās life. All thatās left is the others.
Emilyās POV
I was quickly decoding the cipher machine, which is almost complete, about to click a calibration, until a blood curdling scream spreads throughout the entire map. My eyes grow as wide as an owls as I hastily turn my head around, the rest of my body glued in place. The voice sounded like a femaleās. Tears form in my eyes, but I hold them back, and continue decoding. However, the failed calibration brought it down by 10%.
I mutter to myself in annoyance, proceeding to decode the rest of the machine. It takes longer then it should have, but I finally finished, sighing out to myself in relief. The good news is, one more cipher has been complete as well, leaving 3 ciphers left. The bad news, is that scream that occured moments ago.ļæ¼
I was the closest, so I must be the one to at least check out the scream. Maybe my teammate was only jumped. No one rescued him yet, so I took it into my own hands to save him. I begin to head over towards the location where the noise came from, careful not to make a single noise for the hunter would hear.
Suddenly, my feet grow slightly damp, causing me to wonder what I could have stepped in. A part of me doesnāt wish to know, but curiousity quickly takes over. My eyes widen in terror, for my vision couldnāt avert from the crimson red blood resting in a puddle on the ground.
Itās not like I havenāt ever seen blood before, but such an excessive amount could lead to someoneās desth. The blood continues on one continuous path, pratically taunting me, hoping I would follow. I quickly check around, hoping that there was a chair nearby, or that the hunter was Undead, which would explain the drastic amount of blood. However, while following the trail, it leads towards an exact location that I knew too well. The time was so short, yet one of my teammates was already sent back fo the manor. It was completely obvious too, for the grass was crisp and burnt for several meters, the only different color being red. Even the walls that the chair was nearby slightly crumbling from the impact.
āWell, I guess Undead is clear for this match,ā I speak out loud while staring directly at the scene. āIāve never seen such a huge impact from the chair before. The others should be warned. For all we know, a new hunter may be on the loose, or Mad Eyes discovered some new technology,ā
And just like that, I head out, hoping to find the others and warn them before the hunter does. It doesnāt take long to find Kreacher, whom only laughs at my remarks while rolling over on my stomach, telling me that I should decode. Although, he is more likely stuttering it out since he can hardly keep his breath. Of course Kreacher acts like an immature brat, as usual.
Despite it bringing me mental pain to admit it, Kreacher does carry some weight towards his words. I should decode another cipher before anyone other survivors get sent back to the manor. Maybe someone else can inform me of these events.
So I dash towards another cipher and begin decoding once again, begging acceleration decoding to occur at any moments. The last thing I want is to face the hunter that caused that scream and dreadful scene.
Emmaās POV
Ugh! Servais finished decoding a cipher just when I was about to hit him! To make matters worse, he used a wand, preventing me from injuring him! Why does he have to be so difficult! Then his clone or whatever his image is starts taunting me and waving his butt in my face. How Emily deals with these people Iāll never know!
It doesnāt matter that much though because heās stupid. While chasing him, he tries slamming a pallet, and I got a free hit, causing him to flee like a baby. Problem for him, easy game for me. The area where he left doesnāt have any pallets, so it gave me the perfect opportunity to knock him down. His scream isnāt as satisfying as Edgarās. I donāt think any scream would be. Well, maybe my angelās in bed, but Edgar still wins the pain scream reward.
I pratically skip with glee as I shove Servaisā body into the chair. He grunts in pain while giving me a death glare, but I donāt care. Him being on the chair will lure another survivor out. If itās Kreacher, weāll get to reenact what we did our first match together. It was sure hot that day, and that boy was on fire. Emily never showed up to the show, which made me cry for days. I did all of that for her and she still wouldnāt notice me! If it was Emily who showed uo, Iāll probably hit her, but only to prevent her from bodyblocking Servais. She can heal any wound I give her. Thatās what makes her so incredible.
All of a sudden, I hear an obnoxious voice yelling across the distance. Itās none other than Kreacher, and heās doing that annoying dance again. Does every survivor wave their butts at people?
I think he didnāt even come here to save Servais but to annoy me instead, for heās not even rescueing magician before the halfway point. Thatās when Servais was hollaring like a baby to rescue him. Yesh. Itās not like itās going to matter. Youāre going to space anyway. Kreacher continues dancing with glee. This guy is seriously throwing the game. My survivor instincts are instantly annoyed, but I realized that this will make saving my little flower much easier, so I let it slide. Maybe he can deliver a message to her such as bees delivering pollen.
I grab my chainsaw and instantly charge towards Kreacher. He tries blinding me with his flashlight, but I smack him head on with the chainsaw. He surprisingly doesnāt die from this but scurries towards Servais. I follow right behind him, hoping to terrorshock him before the rescue, but Kreacher does something that even confuses me.
He doesnāt even bother rescuing Servais and begins dancing next to the chair. Servaisā face looks like a volcano at this rate, and Iām not complaining at Kreacher being stupid. Iām just confused, but then again, everything is confusing about the flashlight hobo.
All of a sudden, he jumps on Servaisā lap with a smile on his face. My eyes widen in shock, and Servais is completely repulsed by this. Kreacher is even wrapping his arms around Servaisā neck before the chair sends them both off to space.
I wouldnāt have believed it if I hadnāt seen it with my own two eyes. I would have only not half believed it with one eye. My brain is still trying to process what happened, and itās already hard enough now that Iām a hunter, but this, this is insanity at itās prime! Kind of makes me want to top it, but thatās a time for future Emma. Present Emma is seeking a little alone with with her angel, and sheās so close that she can taste it.
Emilyās POV
I already knew of Servaisā departure of the game, but am uncertain whether I should rescue Thief or not. Something unnatural is going on with this particular match, and that is really saying something considering all of the insanity that happens within these games. For some peculiar reason, a spider and a robot girl are dating.
Although my body trembles with fear while I stare out into the open, I deduce that I must at least try and save Kreacher, even if he is a little sketchy and confusing at times. At least I know where the dungeon is just in case rescuing him leads to a failure, unless the hunter chases me instead of Kreacher.
My head turns over to where each and every rocket chair is in the area. However, there is no sign of Kreacher anywhere. I call out to him, deducing that he is bleeding out, yet there is no response. My eyes narrow in suspicion, wondering what could have happened to him. The basement was on the other side of the map, so he couldnāt have gone far. The more I look, the more his fate grows grim and strange.
āWhere could he have possibly gone?ā Emily sighs to herself, completely fuzzled over these strange events. āFirst Edgar, and now this?ā
No matter how much I dwell on thid situation, I am unable to piece together the puzzle standing right before me. Itās almost as if I was missing a particular piece. I should stop. There is no use in figuring this out if I can learn the truth once I get back to the manor. The others are probably laughing at my incompetence at the moment.
So I depart from the scene and make my way towards the dungeon. However, itās on the other side of the map, but I should get there with no dire complications. The hunter is most likely camping it, and Iām fully healed, so Iāll be able to escape.
I dashes towards the dungeon, but as I does so, my heart begins beating, implying that the hunter is near. Iāll be able to escape though, so thereās nothing worrying me. It isnāt until I get a good glimpse of the dungeon that my heart began sinking like an anchor.
The dungeon door is not only closed, but a vast amount of rocket chair are stacked on top of it. There, I see Emma relaxing on one of the chairs with a ginormous smile from ear to ear. She checks around the area, her eyes scanning every corner bouncing in anticipation.
Iāve never seen Emma take such a precaution before. Itās quite shocking. So shocking it makes me wonder if this is even allowed in the game. Iām not giving up yet though! All I have to do is come up with a plan then execute it in order to escape. The question isā¦.. what? It seems as if I must play her game for now.
Emmaās POV
Hehehe. My plan is perfect! Emily will have no choice but to come here! And when she does, Iāll be able to protect her as long as we live! Her protector. Her knight. Her sweetheart. Three in one, and Iām all of them. Sure, she may be scared of me because Iām a hunter, but I can make her see past my appearance and weāll finally be together.
Iām so close to finally being with my angel.
It seems to be taking her a long time to find me however. Does she want to play hide and seek with me? Maybe she needs help? No, I must wait here. I canāt risk her leaving me again, just like everyone else always does. This is my one chance for us to be united together.
~Forever~
All of a sudden, the noise of a siren pierces my ears, causing me to scream in agony while covering both sides of my ears. Father said Iāll get used to it after awhile, but the noise is still painful. He told me it was the ownerās way of punishing hunters who fail at their duty.
She canāt be leaving me!!! Not after all I did for her! I have to stop her before she exits my life again! I canāt let her do that! I wonāt lrt her do that! I suffered through that hoboās obnoxious dancing just to see her and this is how she acts!?
I saw where the last cipher was popped, so I went to the closest gate to where that cipher was. Lucky for me, I had teleport. Guess Iām the new Lucky Guy in town. Once I get to the gate, I can already tell that Emily is nearby.
I quickly turn around, and there she is, running away from me in terror. So adorable. My angel is unable to fly however. She wonāt get far.
I didnāt even bother chasing her, but instead, follow her throughout the entire match. Despite me trying to be the nicest sweetheart, she keeps running away from me!!! Ugh! What is she going to do?! Itās not like the dungeon is completely open! I have a million rocket chairs planted on it!
Maybe sheās being stupid? I never saw my angel as dumb. Itās blasphemy just thinking about it. Yet hereās the proof right in front of me. Guess I should stop this little game. I found her, which means I won and she gets to be mine now!
Emily doesnāt even come close to the dungeon before I tackle her against the ground. Medics love to tackle each other. Right?ā¦.. She looks at me with pure terror in her eyes, which annoys me at first, but at the moment, I am just happy to have her wrapped in my arms. My angel wouldnāt stop panicking, doing whatever she can, hoping to struggle free from my loving grasp. Wiggling, kicking, and worming around.
āItās okay my angel,ā I try calming her down, not wanting her to have a heart attack. āNo one can hurt you. Not that bloody painter or the flashlight hobo. We can be together once again, and nothing will ever tear us apart,ā
The moment my words came to a close, her eyes are full of even more terror, and before I knew it, a syringe fets injected into my cheek, causing me to shriek in pain. My grip on Emily instantly falters, and without a second thought, she flees.
Tears begin forming wuthin my eyes. I tried everything to make her happy. To please her. To make her love me. Why canāt she just love me back? Itās not fair! I canāt take this anymore! Whyā¦. why doesnāt she love me?
I watch her look back at me with the same eyes. The same eyes that she gave during the beginning of the match. The same eyes she gave when I became a hunter. The same eyes she gave ever since she saw me at the manor. Then, I realize something.
This is love.
What else could it be? I fell in love with her at first sight, and she, the same thing. This terror in her eyes. These attacks. They can only mean one thing. Itās her way of expressing her love to me. Thatās got to be it. We both joined a killing game after all! Emily isnāt just any angel. Sheās my angel, and Iām not letting her leave me. She may try, believing that we can not be in love at such a dreaded time, but I will prove her wrong!
A new form of energy fills me as I lift myself up from the ground. I quickly tuck a few loose strands of hair behind my ear and chase after my one love. My angel fell in love with my games after all. I may as well give my best performance to appease her.
She continues running from me, heading off to the dungeon. It was her only chance at escaping me, only to play with me once again. Thatās how itās like at this manor. One game, two games, three games. Itās all a blur now, but I will always love my Emily.
Doesnāt she know she lost already? Sheās literally just watching me chase her at this point. Now sheās tampering with the rocket chairs, trying to move them. Wait. Sheās touching my rocket chairs. My rocket chairs!!! Nobody touches my rocket chair but me!!! Sorry angel, but you have crossed the line, and I must punish you so you can learn a lesson.
I start advancing on her and the second she notices, and runs off in a straight line. My muscles strain themselves as I lift up one of the rocket chairs, directly aiming towards her before chucking it. Her eyes are full of terror but also shock over my methods. The chair hits her right in the head, knocking her out. If only all hunter did this, then killing survivors would be no problem.
I walk up to Emilyās unconscious body, knowing she learned her lesson. My mind lingers to all of the ways I can keep her captive inside my room. Rocket chair? No, she would mess with it, and only Iām allowed to mess with them. Rope? Too basic. Noose? Wait. That kills people. Future Emma will figure out the details, but for nowā¦..
My angel is finally mine.
Emilyās POV
Did Emma just throw a rocket chair at me?
My head is more messed up then ten bottles of Demiās liquor yet thatās the first thing I think of? Ughā¦ā¦.
I try to move, but my arms and legs remain bounded by some mysterious unknown fabric. Well, I canāt tell because Iām wasted. My head wonāt stop pounding, as if my skull is trying to climb out.
āWhereā¦ā¦ā I mutter to myself, using up most of my strength already.
I couldnāt even see properly for everything was blurry. Iām suppose to be in my room. Right? Thatās where I always end up after loosing the game, yet something feels different about this place.
āI should get some rest,ā I think to myself, unable to move any more.
This feeling should go away once I wake up. So, my eyes begin to close, but just before they do, I see a tall figure standing over me with a calm and frightening smile. One that almost seems familiarā¦ā¦
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That anxiety Kurt was so good! Can I get a similar prompt but with Servais or Murro instead?
Yeah! I hope these are good~
Servais
Now, heās a master at escaping without anyone noticing- itās one of his favorite tricks after all.
So you donāt have to worry about peering eyes as he helps you over to a place that you can easily calm down in.
Once you two are in a safe place, itās time for his next and personal favorite trick to help you: a card trick.
What he does is simple. Servais gets out his deck of cards and asks you to pull a card, any card will do.
When you pick a card, heāll ask you questions about the card to bring your attention somewhere else. It could be about the suit, the numbers, or even the design.
If he knows youād rather not be subjected to questions, then heās got more tricks up his sleeves- quite literally at that.
Servais will even give you a deck of cards so that you may do this on yourself when he isnāt around.
Should Servais be aware, however, that his usual magic tricks wonāt assist in any way- heāll help ground you- asking what you can see, hear, and the like.
If you want him to stay by your side he will, but always shall comply with your wishes of being left alone for a while.
Heād still check up on you, of course.
Even after the event, Servais will keep checking up on you.
Murro
Concerned father-figure mode--
Heās not that great at leaving the room as quietly as Servais can, but he can manage at least to bring you to a more secluded corner.
Even his boar will help in any way she can, choosing to rub up against your leg to help ground yourself to the reality that nothing will hurt you.
She wonāt do this, however, unless prompted in order to help give you your space.
Murro always asks what you need and if youāre comfortable with it, gently holds your hand.
To help clear your mind, heāll offer a walk around the manor.
If not that, Murro will help you out with your breathing- counting to 10 and making sure you can breathe to begin with.
Heās not gonna be leaving your side for quite a while after, making sure you have someone you can trust close by should another occur.