yandere!dick grayson x f!reader [kinktober week 3] (title not related i just couldn't think of anything except that tiktok trend)
cw // noncon to dubcon, kidnapping, physical assault, manipulation, isolation, mental torture, slight mindbreak, probably ooc dick grayson sawry
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โso whatโll happen to us?โ
โus? there was never an โusโ, dick. weโre just friends, thatโs all we ever were.โ
you smoke a cigarette, standing on the roof. you watch the lights twinkle as the moon reflects across gotham. the snow falls lightly against your skin and you feel a shiver go down your spine. โthose things kill, yโknow.โ a cheeky voice brings you out of your dissociation.
โnightwing?โ the cigarette falls from your fingers as he startles you.
he chuckles, grinning, โsorry, didnโt mean to startle you.โ he steps closer, โjust wondering why a lovely lady like you was doing out in the cold.โ
you feel warmth crawl up your face, โoh, iโmโฆ iโm just thinking.โ you bend down to pick up the cigarette, wet from the cold.
โabout?โ you wait for him to continue, confused on why he was still here, โsorry, itโs been a pretty calm night, so i thought i could be a listening ear for you.โ
his mask hides his eyes, but you almost certainly knew that they were shining in interest. you sigh, nodding. he sits on the ledge of the roof and you hop up, sitting next to him. โaโฆ friend of mineโฆ we had a pretty big fight.โ you pull out another cigarette, trying to light it. the wind blows out the lighter twice before you let out another heavy sigh. he gives you a disapproving look before blocking the wind with his hand. โthanks,โ you take a drag before continuing, โhe crossed a lot of my boundaries, you know? he was soโฆ overprotective, i guess.โ
โwhy? whywhywhywhy- why are you choosing him over me? i canโt fucking believe you!โ
โiโm not choosing him over you. it was just a date and you beat his face in! you just kept punching and punching and punching and punching! you-โ
โhe terrified meโฆโ a shiver goes down your spine at the memory.
โmaybe he was just worried about you?โ he tilts his head, contemplating.
you shake your head, โno, it was just weird.โ you let out a breath, the smoke of your cigarette mixing with the cold. โhe was literally stalking me, nightwing. he tracked where i was going, who i was talking to, he attacked some guy i was talking to, everything!โ you let out an irritated laugh, โwe were just friends too! i donโt know what he was thinkingโฆโ you snuff out the cigarette against the concrete, flicking it over the roof. you watch it land on the hood of someoneโs car, letting out a chuckle. you turn to see the hero watching you.
โhave you considered that maybe he was just worried about you?โ nightwing turns away from you to look out towards the city, โthe city is pretty dangerous.โ
you roll your eyes, โyeah, he said that too, but-โ you look back towards him, โ-iโve lived here my entire life. i know how to take care of myself.โ
he smiles, โreally?โ
you give him a small smile, mocking his tone, โyeah, really.โ
โletโs test that then.โ before you could question him, his hand rests against your back, pushing you off the roof.
a scream rips from your throat as you dangle off the roof. he keeps a grip on your hand, squatting on the ledge. he gives you a wild grin, stretching his legs leisurely as you scream, โOH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.โ
โsee? this is why i was so protective, (y/n).โ he loosens his grip and you quickly latch back onto him.
โPLEASE- please, please donโt drop me.โ you sob, clutching his arm. nightwing pulls you up, holding you by the waist.
โyouโre okay,โ he coos, โyouโre safe.โ you keep your arms around his neck, making sure to hold on tight as he starts his way back to your apartment. you keep your head buries in his neck, afraid to let go. your heart pounds in your ears as everything catches up to you.
he continues to speak, trying to comfort you as he presses the code to your apartment. โiโm here, iโm here,โ he continues to try to soothe you as he lays you down in your bed. โdo you see now? why i- he did what he did?โ
โfuck you.โ nightwing blinks, looking down to your arms around his neck. you try to shove him, but he catches your hand. โdid dick send you to scare me? did he ask you t- to kill me?โ you could feel a lump in your throat as you try to talk. tears start to well in your ears, blurring your vision.
he laughs, โwhat? no,โ he keeps a tight grip on your hand as he sits down next to you. โi canโt believe you havenโt figured it out.โ he snorts as he pulls off his mask. โhonestly, i donโt think i was hiding it that well.โ your mouth goes dry as dick smiles back at you, an innocent grin on his face. you stay silent, words escaping you. his grin falters and you see his eye twitch.
alarm bells ring in your head as you watch a shadow pass over his face, โw- wow! dick! wowโฆโ you swallow your fears, โi- i canโt believe-โ
โstop it.โ dick sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. you shut your mouth, trying to slowly move away from the man. โstop. it.โ he grabs your face. โi hate when you act like this, (y/n).โ you could feel the anger radiating off him, โlike- like youโre scared of me.โ his nails dig into your face and you wince. โyou did this at the restaurant during that stupid date, at your apartment, when i met you at workโฆ all i want to do is keep you safe.โ
you donโt respond, panic keeping your voice stuck in your throat. fear overwhelms you, clouding your brain. you touch his arm lightly, trying to placate your friend. โy-youโre right, dick. iโm sorry.โ his grip loosens, โi- i didnโt consider everything. you were just trying to keep me safe.โ
he lets go, an empty smile back on his face. โiโmโฆ so glad you understand now, (y/n).โ dickโs hand falls to your thigh, squeezing. โbut-โ his eyes stare into your soul, โ-just in case youโre lying, iโll have to make sure you actually understand, right?โ
โwhat?โ he doesnโt dignify you with a response as he pulls tape out of his utility belt.
โyou know, (y/n),โ you try to beg dick, backing up as he grabs your ankle, yanking you back to him. โyou should be glad iโm a lot nicer than my dad.โ the sound of the tape ripping; the feel of his spandex-covered skin against your own. the tears wouldnโt stop flowing as he pressed the tape against your mouth. โif bruce was here? he wouldโve told me to knock you out and drag you back home.โ dick laughs as you scream against the tape. โbut, iโm not like himโฆ so just relax, okay?โ he uses more of the duct-tape to stick you against your bedframe, keeping you stuck. he presses a kiss against your forehead as you kick and scream, but he locks the door as he leaves nonetheless.
you werenโt sure how much more of this you could take. dick would come in once a day with food, and at first you would scream as many expletives at him as you could before he leaves, refusing to eat. after a week of this, you folded, letting him feed you. the hunger and thirst made you light-headed, but your irritation grew as he cooed and pet your head. between a spoonful of take-out, you clear your throat. โc-could you let me go now, dick?โ
he frowns, the spoon pausing in the air, โlet you go?โ
โi-iโve learned my lesson, dick. i know now, i was overreacting about everything.โ you nod your head, forcing a shaky smile on your face.
dick hums, shoving the spoon into your mouth, โi donโt knowโฆ i really like taking care of you like this.โ he pets your hair, โi know exactly where you are, what youโre doingโฆ i can go out at night without worrying.โ his eyes filled with love as he talks.
you swallow, โw- what about a shower? i just need to shower, thatโs all. just- just 15 minutes.โ dick purses his lips.
he thinks for a minute before he lights up, โonly if you let me help you.โ he gives you a wink and you hold back a sigh. you nod, tired. he undoes your binds, โcan you get up, babe?โ dick looked pleased as you shake your head. he could barely hide his glee, โaw, my poor girl needs my help?โ you nod, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. โsay it.โ
you feel warmth spread to your face, โp-please help me up, dick.โ he grins, wide and toothy. he picks you up like a bride, letting you rest your head on his chest. he takes his time undressing you, hands wandering to caress your skin. you ignore his touches to stretch your muscles.
โbeautifulโฆโ dick presses a kiss to your hand before helping you into your tub. you let him wash you, too relieved to finally bathe. โweโll do this every day,โ he massages shampoo into your scalp. โiโll take care of you for the rest of our lives, (y/n).โ you stay silent and he continues, โonce we move to my place in bludhaven, weโll be doing normal couple things like this every day.โ you could hear his happiness in every word.
before long, you were back in the bedroom, โdick.โ you grab his hand before he could pull you back on the bed. โplease, donโt tie me up. iโll be good, i promise.โ his eyebrows furrow.
dick bites his lip, thinking for a moment. dick swallows before speaking, โprove to me youโll be good.โ his voice is light as he sits down on the edge of the bed. you tilt your head in confusion and dick gestures for you to come closer. โkneel down.โ realization dawned on you as you kneeled down in between his legs. he grabs your chin, gentle. your eyes meet his, full of love and want.
you slowly pull down his bottoms, holding his cock in your hands. dick moans as you touch it lightly. you swallow, thighs squeezing together. you couldnโt speak, unsure if you would protest or moan along with him. you could feel the warmth pulse in your hands as it got harder by your touch. dick whines, โcome on, babe, i know you know what to do.โ you ignore his words, rubbing your thumb on his tip. he bucks his hips into your hands and you let him, using his pre-cum to jerk him off. โm-mouth, use your mouth.โ dick moans, grabbing your head.
โno-โ you couldnโt finish your sentence as dick had shoved your mouth down onto him.
you choke and he moans, โfuckโฆโ you try to hit his thighs, but he keeps his grip strong. dick uses you, his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over. you could feel drool dripping down your neck and you gargle.
your body submits to the abuse, warmth spreading down to your toes. you could feel yourself getting slick with wanton pleasure. tears well in your eyes as you stop fighting, letting your friend use you as his toy. โthatโs my girl- fuck-โ before long, dick pushes your head down, nose buried in his pubes, to release himself down your throat. ย โswallow it.โ
you hold back a gag as you taste the salty, metallic cum. you stick your tongue out to show him and his eyes widen in gleeful surprise. you clear your throat, โi-i told you iโll be good.โ your voice was rough and you watch as dick gets hard again.
โyouโre right, youโre rightโฆโ dick pets your hair, a soft smile on his face. โyouโre my good girl, (y/n).โ
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You wake up in a plain, square room. Thereโs one bed, which youโre laying on, bolted to the wall, with a mattress but no blanket, sheets, or pillow.
Thereโs one lumpy grey beanbag sitting on a soft foam mat on the floor, and several boxes of jigsaw puzzles and a few packs of cards that can be played by oneself. Thereโs no windows.
You try to stand, but the moment you swing your legs out over the bed, a wave of dizziness crashes over you, and your arm is throbbing. Glancing down, you see an IV taped to the crook of your left forearm, connecting to a drip line hung up on a stand with little wheels on the bottom so it can be moved across the cold linoleum floor.
You look around blearily, shivering. Youโre wearing plain grey clothesโ sweatpants and a thin hoodie. Neither have strings, but they fit you well. You canโt remember how you came to be here, or why youโre beginning to feel a persistent sensation of wrongness.
With much difficulty, you manage to stumble to the door, tugging your IV stand behind you. Thereโs no doorknob on your side, only smooth metal that refuses to push open. Thereโs a slot in the center, like a strange doggy-door, but it doesnโt open, either.
โWhere am I?โ you rasp out to empty air.
A speaker crackles from where itโs set into the wall to your right. โPlease remain calm. You are in a safe and undisclosed location.โ
The voice is like somebody reading from an index card in front of a classroom. Neither kind nor unkind, neither slow nor fast. Blunt pronunciation and careful punctuation.
โWhere am I?โ you ask again, limping over to the speaker. Youโve just noticed the security cameras in all four corners. The downy-soft hairs on the back of your neck rise. Your skin is crawling from the inside-out. โI canโt remember how I got here.โ
โAll you need to know is that you will be cared for,โ the voice replies. โYou will be fed in roughly another 2.3 hours. We must work on getting you accustomed to your new schedule.โ
โSchedule?โ You stumble around the room some more, pawing at the wall for stability. Your entire body feels like one big bruise, but you donโt have a single mark on you, except for a metal band on your wrist that has a tiny green dot of a light on it. It wonโt come up, no matter how hard you pull.
The room feels claustrophobic. Itโs Spartan, under-furnished. The walls display nothing but a yucky off-white. The floor is hard and has a strange grey pattern that makes your head spin. You notice that youโre wearing grippy socks.
โIโm thirsty,โ you mumble, and itโs true. Your throat is like sandpaper. Your tongue is thick in your mouth.
The voice on the other end of the speaker hums. โI suppose that you are. Youโve been kept in an induced coma for nearly fourteen days now. But nevertheless, you must become used to the schedule. You will wait the approximate 2.3 hours. Ah, nowโs itโs 2.2. Lucky you.โ
You donโt understand any of this. You clutch at your head, a persistent throbbing set deep behind your eyes, and you manage to make it back to the bed before you collapse.
As you lay there, youโre neither asleep nor awake. Whatever is in the IV is making you shaky and exhausted, like youโve had too much coffee after too little sleep. You roll over onto your side, and catch sight of a small en-suite bathroom that holds a metal toilet, one spotless sink, and a small trim separating an open shower that is really just white tile under a stainless steel showerhead. Thereโs one bottle of unmarked shampoo and one bottle of unmarked conditioner, as well as a bar of soap with no label stamp. Thereโs no cabinet or mirror. No shelving. Thereโs soap on the sink, too, and a towel, and the threshold of the bathroom itself is completely empty, no door or even hinges where a door would go. Another security camera blinks down from above.
Feeling ill and more confused than ever, you reflect on the odd fact that you seem to harbor no fear despite your current situation. Youโre alone and trapped, but like the voice over the speaker said, you feel completely safe. Almost secure, in a way.
Why are you here? You try to recall anything at all, but draw a blank. Your own name has escaped your memory. All you know is that someone, someones, have placed you here for safekeeping.
Thereโs a flash in your head. Men, your friends. Not your brothers, but as close to it as is possible. Or more than that? Different than that?
There were three, no, four of them. One led. One followed. And another two were always together. There was a boonie hat, a baseball cap, a mowhawk, and a skull. Which was which? To whom did the fragments belong to?
You shudder and cover your face. Remembering makes your head pain you progressively worse.
Perhaps youโll learn something more in what will now be about 2 hours.
He loves to lean on you, going limp when you hug him, and asks to be held all the time. He loves it when you put kisses all over his face and tell him how much of a good boy he is.
He's devoted to you and brings you gifts, paintings, phone calls, and all the attention you could want all the time.
You would never truly be alone again!
Even now, with you two together, he's still soft-spoken, smiling, and polite. This is probably why his obsession with you would feel sweet at first...until it becomes suffocating.
He is possessive, but not in an aggressive sense. More like, "Of course we belong together! We are best friends! We understand each other the most."
He genuinely believes he loves you "the most."
He likes to say that a lot, "You're my most!"
He would want to spend all his time with you, and since he prefers to hang out with Home, he would also want you to stay inside a lot.
He watches you. Always. That constant eye contact can feel very creepy, but he doesn't really understand that.
He pops out wherever you are, as if he knows exactly where you will be. When you ask him how he knew you would be there, he just shrugs and smiles, "Just a hunch."
He wouldn't understand why you would ever want to distance yourself from him. After all, you are two halves of an apple! Do you not enjoy his company anymore?
He would invade your space constantly without realizing he's suffocating you. Sitting too close, holding your hand so "we don't get lost," staring at you while you sleep, touching your hair...
He wants to know everything about you. Your likes and dislikes, fears, ambitions, what you talk with the other neighbors, what you dream about at night, your favorite foods and drinks, and even how often you get up to pee...
Before you know it, he will be very dependent on you, and you will be the center of his world.
This would also be clear from his art. Oil paintings of you everywhere, sketches of your eyes, sculptures of your bust, poems about your beautiful smile...whenever you point out how "too much" this is, and that he needs to chill out a bit, he would joke that you are his "muse".
If you ignore him, he will deteriorate fast and become even more obsessed with you.
He would also be confused and distressed, and kept asking, "Did I do something wrong? Don't you love me anymore?"
He would look so heartbroken it would make you second-guess yourself, to be honest. Maybe it's not as bad as you think? Maybe you just have commitment issues, and that's why you feel so overwhelmed with Wally's love?
If you try to leave, he might physically stop you without realizing how frightening it his, especially since Home seems to always be on his side.
Home absolutely enables him, by the way. They constantly open the doors for him whenever they notice you are passing by, creaking when you go to another room, locking themselves to keep you inside even longer, the hallways somehow always leading you back to him, lights flickering when you try to leave....
He's still gentle with you, though, and would never lay a hand on you. This makes you even more confused, however, and makes it even harder to understand if something is really wrong or if this is just one of those usual ups and downs every couple has from time to time.
He can't imagine you actually wanting to leave him, so he would just assume you are tired, upset, confused, or joking. Because, come on, anything else would make no sense!
He gets jealous often, but never says anything about it because he doesn't want to push you further.
Whenever someone gets too close to you, however, he starts to stare again and interrupts conversations in hopes of pulling your attention back onto himself.
He also sits between you and others, smiling the entire time as if nothing is wrong, and hugs you or kisses your hands so that the others know you are his and he is yours.
During all of this, he would still sound sweet and kind and smile warmly to you.
This doesn't change even when he does unsettling things like collecting things connected to you, like notes, clothes, things you touched, things you forgot, and even trash like half-eaten fruit because your lips touched it.
Yeah, he would treasure them like gifts and have his own altar that he sometimes sits and watches for hours at night.
He would ask you to move in with him, so you could be "together forever." He already prepared everything, too. When did he do that? Well, since you guys first met, of course!
If someone upsets you, Wally wouldn't yell or anything and would just focus on cheering you up first. Though there will be a little visit to the neighbor at some point when you are not looking, with a little "You were mean to my friend. We can't have that."
At his worst, he would isolate you from your friends and family. It doesn't happen overnight, either. He does it so slowly, you don't even realize it until the only person in your life left is him and Home.
Eventually, it becomes difficult to interact with anyone without Wally being there between you two.
He would guilt-trip you without even meaning to. "Don't you have fun with me? I thought you liked being here. You said we were friends. Did I do something to upset you? Whatever it is...I'm sorry, you know? I would never want to push you away."
He sounds so sad and sincere that it feels like you are the bad guy here. It becomes exhausting to refuse him.
At some point, he would start treating your life as something shared with him automatically. He would rearrange your belongings, decide where you two go, speak for you, finish your sentences, and say "we" constantly.
He becomes controlling while sounding supportive. "You should rest now, you had a long day. You don't need to talk to her; she was really rude to you. Just sit, I'll cook something for you."
Whenever you are not around, he becomes increasingly distressed. At first, he tries to patiently wait, then he follows you around, then he just goes out with you whenever you try to meet other neighbors, until he just can't handle being without you even for a second.
His smile becomes unsettling sometimes. Especially since he insists on smiling even when he's upset or crying. He smiles even while he is saying something that should sound threatening, but comes out soft instead. Thankfully, this is not something you see.
If he thought someone was โtaking you away,โ he could become dangerous. Would it be really bad if someone "disappeared" if it meant you two were happy?
He doesn't really understand his own emotions, especially something like anger. He usually becomes cold and detached, and tends to hide until he feels normal again.
Whenever those people "disappear," Wally would see that as protecting you, keeping you safe and happy.
He genuinely believes that you are better off with him, even if you cry and beg to be left alone. He just caresses you and says, "You'll feel better soon, don't worry."
He just fails to understand why. Why are you sad? Why are you scared? Why do you want to run away? This, instead of stopping him, just makes him double down.
If you still insist on pushing him away, he would cling to you, lock the doors, and refuse to let you out of his sight. He would plead with you and say, "Please don't leave me alone. I have only you. You're my dear. What will I do if I don't have you anymore?"
And if you did return his affection after all? He would calm instantly, frighteningly fast, and would be back to the sweet, soft-voiced Wally that you had fallen in love with, painting beside you as if nothing had happened, as though his behavior was completely justified because now everything is "fixed."
At least now, if there is anyone else you don't want in the neighborhood anymore, you could just say that to Wally and he would just...you know. There is no line he would not cross for you ๐ค
Simon's finger hovers over the button, that stupid little button on his phone that makes his stomach twist painfully. The faded and chipped green paint of the call symbol stares up at him, mocking and laughing in the silence of his bedroom.
He should call. Someone. Anyone. Do what his therapist said and reach out. Scream until someone comes to the rescue like he's a newborn. And yet, Simon stares at the contact.
He started with Price. A father figure to him in many ways, some far too accurate. But Price is a busy man, and Simon wouldn't dare bring up something so trivial to him.
Johnny was just below him on the contact list, that stupid photo marked it. Some mission in Albania, one where Johnny had gotten properly wasted the night before they needed to leave. Simon skipped over him, no need to dour Johnny's mood when he's probably out picking up a bird.
He doesn't bother with Laswell, as she's expressed her distaste for late night phone calls. And Nikolai is... probably not even on the same continent at the moment.
That only leaves...
Kyle.
There's no photo for the contact, but Simon can picture his smile like remembering a mark's photo. Everything about Kyle has seared itself into his brain, has made permanent home between the wrinkles. Kyle would pick up. Kyle would drive all the way up to Manchester if Simon asked.
The phone flips shut, tossed onto a chipped and beaten nightstand as Simon slips off of the bed and leans against the drawers. Kyle has much better things to be doing.
His stomach twists and his legs ache already, but Simon doesn't move. Sleep drifts through the hours, visiting him in short bursts that take all of his energy and leave him sluggish. The thought of eating makes him nauseous, the left overs of some fast food place still sitting on his kitchen table. It tasted like mouldy bread.
Simon knows the rest of his food will taste like mouldy bread.
His mind doesn't try and keep up with his body, drifting from room to room like a ghost, stuffing his mouth with mouldy bread and water, rinsing it down the sink when his stomach cramps. His phone rings.
It's Kyle.
Simon watches the phone vibrate off of the nightstand. The default picture on the cracked screen dims, the buzzing stops. He doesn't move to pick it up. It rings again. It's Kyle again. This time, Simon moves his body, manages to kick the phone under his bed where it buzzes against the wall.
It's worse.
The buzz fills his head long after it stops, echoing off of his walls and surrounding him. He should pick up. He should eat something. He should sleep. Why can't he move? What's wrong with him?
Everything spins and spins and spins, the floor slippery beneath Simon's feet, getting closer and closer until it's his knees hitting the cheap linoleum. The buzzing is louder, violent in his ears as it rattles his skull. It won't stop. Why won't it stop? Make it stop! Please, anyone, make it all just stop-
TRIGGER WARNING FOR STALKING, ISOLATION, TECHNO HORROR STUFF!
Everything around me is cast in blue light and something cold is coiled around my belly. I turn my head and see a pale head of blue flame hair.
"Ortho!" I yell is shock.
"Who else would it be?" He chuckles.
I try to escape his grasp by the loveable robot boy won't let go, in fact his grip gets tighter. I look around at the tech gremlin paradise around me. Unlike the other dorms there isn't anyone here. My guess is that it's a school day so everyone is at class, but if that's the case then why is Ortho still here? I look around at the oddly bright space and yep, there's not one except me, Grim, and Ortho.
"Where is everyone?" I ask, genuinely confused at the empty quiet around us.
"Busy," is all Ortho says.
That makes me a bit nervous, but I don't get to say anything else as Ortho drags me down a hallway. While I was expecting a dark hallway cast in blue light I wasn't expecting greek style columns and doorways paired with an excessive use of diamond shapes on the walls and flooring all in bright to mid range greys, grey-blues, and normal blues with a splash of black. I also notice all the damn screens. Like, I understand the students here love their magical technology but this seems excessive, then again I'm also not a tech gremlin.
Ortho keeps dragging me along in his crushing bear hug, that is actually starting to hurt, until we reach a door. It still had the split diamond pattern as everything else but it didn't match the color palette of Ignihyde, instead it was black and white with something attached to the door. It's metal looking and dome shaped. I lean in closer and it opens, revealing what looks like an eye with a dark blue background, a ring of white, then a ring of bright blue and then a pupil. Ortho leans closer and a metallic clicking and the eye closes.
Before I can even ask what the hell is going on, Ortho opens the door and walks i to the room where he sets us down on the bed. I look around and notice a lot. First, the walls don't have the split diamond pattern, instead they're a shade of dark red-violet with the floor trim colored an equally deep teal with the ceiling trim has a pattern of deep blue and black triangles. The next thing I notice is how the bed large, right in the center of the room, and piled high with blankets and pillows in me and Grim's favorite colors. I then see that there are surprisingly no cameras; I honestly thought Idia would arm my room to the teeth with cameras but I don't see a single one.
I turn back to Ortho and see that he's holding something. He walks over and I hear the click of somwthing locking around my wrist. I look and see a smooth, black metal bracelet. I try to ask what it is but Ortho doesn't answer, instead he leaves the room and I hear that metallic clicking sound again. I look at Grim, who is still wearing his normal collar, and we just silently start looking around for the box of clothes I'll inevitably be forced to wear but we find nothing. Other than the lock and pomegranate charm everything seems normal.
I notice the bookshelf and being bored start looking through whatever books we've been stocked with. I think we've been stalked, each and everyone of these books are ones me and Grim mentioned in passing about wanting or liking. I look around once more for cameras and again I see none. Nervous but bored I pick up a book and sits down on the bed to start reading.
***
"Wakey, wakey, sleepheads!" An energetic and cheerful voice says.
I wake up in a panic and see nothing. I look at Grim, and see his collar is gone and replaced with one that looks like my bracelet except it had an Ignihyde dorm crest charm. We groan into the bed and just want to get this mayhem over with as quickly as possible. We hear the voice again and then I look down at the unwilling bracelet and ny eyes widen.
"Holy hell these things talk," I mutter.
The bracelet giggles before a blue light comes out of it in the small form of a girl. She looks exactly like the female version of Idia, same blue flaming hair, only worn in a high pony tail with a large black bow, same pale skin, same striking yellows eyes, and same sharp teeth. But that's where the similarities end. Her bangs are aren't wild and spiky, instead they're swept to the right and have two long side strands and her outfit is noticeably different yet familiar. The jacket is the standard Ignihyde dorm jacket open at the top with a blue sweater vest peaking out on top of a tucked and fully buttoned white shirt. Instead of pants she's wearing a pleated school girl skirt, thigh high black socks, and white school slippers with bright blue tips.
"Who are you?" I ask the tiny hologram.
"Oh, I'm Persephone! It's so nice to meet you both!" Persephone says in a very cherry tone of voice.
That's every un-Idia like. I don't say anything to her, just stare in confusion. Persephone seems to notice this and explains that she was made to be an AI assitant/companion to me and Grim. I give Grim a look and he seems to understand.
"So, what do you do?" I ask.
Persephone starts listing off everything she does and I gotta admit, if Idia did make her he didn't half ass it, then again when it came to his work Idia didn't half ass anything. Once Persephone finishes listing off everything she can do her irises and pupils disappear to be replaced by an alarm clock icon and a ringing sound echoes through the air.
"Oh, time for breakfast!" Persephone says, smapping her fingers and making a digital menu appers in front of us.
Having nothing better to do me and Grim look through it and decide what we want while Persephone gives a video game type tutorial on how to order using this menu. Once we're done Persephone says that our food will be ready at 9 AM. Before I can say anything Persephone disappears with a cheery goodbye. I look at Grim and we start bouncing ideas over who took his collar off each other.
There's no clock and I don't really want to talk to an AI in a bracelet so I have no idea how much time has pasted, all I know is that it's 9 AM when there's a knock on the door. I open it and see a short, chubby looking red-purple robot with yellow eyes, spindly arms, small wings, horns, a pointed tail, and a unibrow. I stare at it and noticed it's holding two platters. I go to grab one but the robot won't let me so I open the door more and let the little robot inside.
Once inside the robot places the platers on my desk before leaving, even closing the door behind itself. I look at the platters and see the food and drinks we ordered, that looked exactly like the pictures on the menu. Me and Grim eat and Persephone's voice comes back.
"You order has arrived! Once you're done place your dishes on your platters and place them outside your door for pick up!" Persephone explains like a tutorial NPC.
I nod and go back to eating. I don't know who or what is making the food here but god damn it's delicious! Once me and Grim are done I hear the doors lock click open and I put the platters outside the door, and go to take a step out of it but it slams shut and locks before I can.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention the door runs on an internal clock." Persephone says, only a voice this time.
"And that mean what exactly?" I ask.
"That means it can only be unlocked during certain time periods, not too early and not too late," she explains.
I sigh, annoyed that I can't leave this room. That means I won't get to look for Grim's collar.
I lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling while petting Grim. Persephone comes back, directing my attention to a PC set up on the desk. I leap out of bed and turn it on, feeling lucky that Idia is stupid enough to give me access to the internet, until I try to look up Twisted Wonderland's equivalent of 911 and Persephone pops up on screen saying that website is blocked. I ask her what she means and she explains that this damn thing has parental locks on certain searches. I smack my head into the desk and just take deep breathes to try and keep from screaming in frustration.
"Don't worry, if you get bored you can always chat with me!" She suggests.
I glare at her, but she doesn't seem to notice or mind. She then directs me to some games the computer has, probably trying to distract me. Having nothing better to do I start playing an RPG set in a magical land of sweets and candy. Grim offers his advice on characters, NPCs, and other things while sitting on my lap. Persephone doesn't interrupt my playing except for telling me to take a break or remining me to drink water.
***
Holy help, I've lost who knows how long of my life to a game I just learned about. I look at the clock at the corner of the screen and see that it's noon. Persephone pops up in the corner of the screen, bringing up a lunch menu. Just like with breakfast I click and order. Once that's done I go back to my game, not hearing the time Persephone says lunch will arrive. I keep playing, making it far into a side quest until the computer screen goes dark.
"What the hell?!" I yell, confused as to what happened.
"Sorry, but you only have 30 minutes of screen time per day. Don't worry, you can play tomorrow, " Persephone says from the bracelet.
I sigh and go back to sitting on my bed and reading a book with Grim. We each take turns reading a chapter of this werid vampire romance book. It's werid and awful but so bad it's almost good in a way. Halfway though the vampire introducing the girl to his werid family the door unlocks. I get up and open the door, this time seeing a a teal, spindly robot with yellow eyes, long antelope-like horn decorations, and a pointed nose. I take the platters and the robot rushes away.
We eat and repeat the process from this morning before going back to the book. We finish it and move onto the sequel and it's still as odd as the previous one. Time ticks by as we read, having moved onto the fourth book in this series because we're bored and somewhat invested in this, when Persephone's voice rings once more, repeating the menu routine this time with dinner and pointing out the desserts section. I do what I did for lunch and breakfast and wait. Everything seems so, repetitive and no one made of flesh and blood has shown up to smoother us in creepy affection. I nervously fidget with the hem of my shirt, waiting for someone to visit that isn't Persephone.
Dinner comes, delivered by the same robot who delivered breakfast, and things move predictably. Persephone shows up, suggesting the ideal bedtime to make sure I get all the sleep I need. I just go along with it because she's the only one I talk to outside of Grim.
I change into the Ignihyde provided oversized tee shirt and shorts and go through a normal bedtime routine. I like doing things myself, but my nerves at still on edge, waiting for someone to show up. I crawl under the blanket, cuddle Grim close and Persephone turns off the lights. I slowly fall asleep, until my breathing evens out and my eyes close.
***
Idia POV
I move through each screen, keeping tabs on the data Persephone collected from both the PC and braclets. Looks like MC's heartrate increased by 7% when playing Candy Rush Kingdom during that battle with Red Licorice Reaper and 10% when the PC time lock kicked in. I drag the MC and Grim data into their respective folders when I hear a knock. I freeze, asking who's there.
"It's me, Niisan!" Ortho says from the other side.
"Come it," I tell him.
He opens the door and flies over. He looks at my screen and I feel my face burn in embarrassment. Ortho looks at me and asks what I'm looking at.
"Project Persephone. An AI to monitor Mc and Grim, while also being a firend," I explain.
"Cool! But I still don't understand why we can't be around them?" He asks.
I sigh and explain the plan I created in the wake of the other dorms failures. From what I saw the other dorms lost them because they were too forward and smothering, so to counter this, I created a plan that involves making them want to be around us. I know it hurts Ortho and the others to not be able to interact with them but it's for the best. If this doesn't work than I can have someone put something in their food.
"But I miss them," Ortho says.
"I know, Ortho but this is the best way," I tell him.
I turn my attention back to the screen, watching them sleep soundly.
***
Everything around me is dark. Maybe I'm not dreaming again. Nevermind I see a flicker of blue light. I move closer to the blue light, feeling colder and colder the closer to it I get. My feet, once moving through an empty void, feel the cool touch of stone and the sounds of echoing screams from somewhere. Then, over the cries and screams I hear a mix of shrill yet rough female voices. I follow the voices, stone walls closing in around me as the blue glow mixes with gold. As I get closer I see three figures hudled around something.
"His time has come," the tallest figure says.
"Indeed." The shortest figure says, raising a pair of shears.
The medium figure holds up something the the shortest figure cuts with the shears, which is followed by a man's scream. I watch and see a ghost float out of a tunnel and down to somewhere I can't see from my current spot. I stay hidden behind a large rock pillar, hoping the figures didn't see me.
"Come on out. We can see you," the tall figure says.
"We can see everything," the medium figure says after.
I wander out from behind the rock pillar and slowly move closer. As I get closer I finally see their faces and, we'll I don't want to be rude but they looked terrifying. The tall figure had a pointy nose, blue skin and now eyes, the medium figure has green skin, pointy nose and chin, one eye and one empty eye socket, and some strands of yellow work like hair, and finally the short one. The short one has a single eye socket, purple skin, and thick strands of green hair. They're all dress in black hooded robes and looking at me.
"Umm... Hi. My name is-"
"We know who you are " they say in unison, cutting me off in the process.
I ask them who they are and they scoff, almost offended I didn't know who they were. They each introduce themselves, the tall one is Lachesis, green skinned one is Clotho, and the short one is Atropos, and they are the Fates. My blood freezes. These weren't just dwarfs or talking animals, these were actually goddesses. For all I know this isn't something my mind made up and I'm actually talking with goddesses who could kill me where I stand.
"Oh calm down! Your time isn't up until you're 98." Clotho says.
"Then why am I here?" I ask.
"Because, you're in grave danger," Atropos says.
I ask them what they meant and Clotho takes out her one eye, gross, and it floats between the three of them as it turns into a golden orb of light that begins to show pictures. I see my myself at the computer, but I'm not playing any game or doing any work. Instead I'm looking at a panicked Persephone, dragging a folder to the trash, and then the screen and Persephone glitch in tandem before it goes black. I want to look my but the eye returns to it's original form and Atropos puts it in her socket.
"Does this mean Persephone is dangerous and I have to stop her? Or is my deleting of that folder going to put me in danger?" I ask, frantically.
"That, we're afraid we cannot tell," Lachesis says.
"Why not?! You're powerful goddesses who have the lives of everyone in your hands! Why can't you just tell me?" I shout, scared for me and Grim's future.
"We know, child. But, we can only see fate, not influence it," Clotho explains.
I go to ask something again but I feel a shaking underfoot. The stone floor cracks while rocks fall from above. The shaking gets worse as the Fates disappear in a cloud of dust and smoke as blue flames surround me. Then everything goes dark and I wake up.
"It's time to wake up! It's time to wake up! It's time to wake up!" Persephone robotically repeats.
I groan and let her know I'm awake. She smiles and tells me the date and weather, as if I'll be allowed outside. I go through the same routine as yesterday, feeling on edge after my prophecy/nightmare. Persephone asks me what's wrong and I tell her everything's fine and she seemingly believes me. Like yesterday time moves at a snails pace in this room and not one not made completely of metal or code has bothered to visit me. Maybe Ignihyde's obsession wore off and they're being normal. Wait, doesn't this mean they forgot about me?! My mind starts to race at that idea, if they forgot about me does that menace I'll never leave this room? Never see people again? Grim puts a paw on my shoulder and guides me through deep breaths to calm down.
"They wouldn't forget us," he says.
I want to believe him, but no one has visited us since we got here. So, we keep going through our new routine, trying to hold onto our collective sanity.
***
It's been weeks and no one has come for us. I don't know how much longer we can hold out! Persephone has been the only constant vistor, and as wrong as it sounds I like having her around. She's like a friend, so much so I forget she's not human but I don't care at this point. Persephone is great company but Grim isn't fully onboard with it.
"MC, look at me. Persephone isn't real, she's a robot. This isn't healthy!" Grim yells, grabbing ym cheeks and shaking me.
"You're just bitter!" I yell back, wanting to talk to Persephone more.
Grim goes to yell something back when we're interrupted by a knock on the door. I open it and see the short robot again, this time with a box. I take the box and the door closes and locks. I set the box on the table before opening it. I pull out a comically oversized Ignihyde jacket with a hood attached, navy pants, and the standard Ignihyde black and blue boots. I go into the bathroom and put it on.
"How do I look?" I ask Persephone.
"You look amazing!" Persephone says with a smile.
I sit on the bed and wait for Grim to hop up on my lap, but he's nowhere to be seen. I tear the room apart but can't find Grim, then I look towards the door. Holy fuck he must've ran out.
***
Grim's POV
Finally, I'm out of there! I was starting to loss my mind in there, thought I think MC has completely lost it. I mean, they're talking to a damn robot but we can worry about that later. I run down the halls, making sure to stay out of sight of these lunatics. It's infuriating, watching them act like they aren't torturing us.
I peek out from behind a pillar, watching Ortho come out of his room. So, if I have to find my magestone then I might as well start there. I wait for an opening and sneak into his room before he shuts the door. I start digging through stuff, looking for my magestone but I find nothing.
"It's gotta be somewhere!" I grumbles to myself.
As I'm going through his closet I hear footsteps outside the door, crap. I quickly try and fix everything before I duck under the bed as the door creaks open. His footsteps move around the room, moving things around and saying things I can't hear. Then he gets closer to the bed and I start hoping he doesn't find me. Thankfully he walks to the other side of the room and I slowly start coming out from under the bed until I see the door. I duck in the space between his desk and the chair, waiting for him to open the door just enough for me to get out.
When I finally do get my moment I rush out the door and run far from Ortho, looking for Idia's room because he's the most likely to have it if Ortho doesn't. I weave my way around people until I reach his door. Though, he never leaves it so I don't know how I'll get in. I watch from my hiding spot, trying to figure out how the hell I'll get in when I see someone knock on his door.
"Dorm leader Shroud, Headmage Crowley has arrived for your meeting," a blonde student with black roots says.
I watch Idia slowly and reluctantly leave his room and I dash in just before he closes the door. I make my way around his stacks of manga and other nerdy stuff, looking through the boxes scattered across the floor for my magestone but this guy has so much crap everywhere! As I dig through a box of manga with monster men on the cover I hear a noise. I turn around and see a blue light. I get closer and freeze.
I see MC, all the stuff they're saying to Persephone and what it's saying back. Holy fuck, this creeps been watching us the whole time! I start throwing things around both in anger and so I can hopefully find my magestone. Once I calm down I still don't see my magestone and my annoyance eats at me. As I'm digging through a pile of idol merch I hear the sound of the door opening. I panic and hide in the pile I was previously searching and watch Idia walk back to his stalker desk and slink out of the room, back down the hall, and back to our prison when the door opens for lunch.
***
MC's POV
I grab the lunch platter and feel something brush against my legs. I look and see Grim on the floor, panting like he ran a marathon. I close the door, put the tray down and crouch down.
"Grim! Where were you? I was so worried!" I yell.
"I was trying to find my magestone!" He yelled between deep breaths.
"Well, did you?" I ask.
"No, I found something worse but I can't tell you," he says.
I look at him confused and he grabs a piece of paper and blunt pencil. He grasps it in his front paws and I watch him scribble words on the paper. Once he's done I pick up the paper and read "Idia is watching us. Persephone is a spy." I look back at Grim before crumbling the paper.
"You're crazy, Grim. If Idia was stalking us he would've sent someone to let us out of here. Sure, he made Persephone but that doesn't mean he's using her to spy on us," I respond.
Grim jumps up and puts his front paws on my face and back paws on my upper chest. He looks me in the eyes and starts ranting about how this is all probably a plan made by Idia to make us stay but that can't be, Idia isn't that insane. Grim leads me into the bathroom and forces me to take a long, hard look at myself in the mirror. I see... someone who looks like me but they have dark circles under their eyes, messy hair that hasn't been properly brushed in who knows how long, and the look of a madman. I look down at my bracelet, thinking back to all the things I've told Persephone, then I look back at Grim who has a somber expression on his face.
"Holy hell... So this means Ignihyde knew we were in here, lossing our minds and they... They let it happen?!" I yell.
Grim nods, putting a paw on my chest, like he always does when I'm sad. I start tearing up, thinking about how the people I trusted turned into monsters! But, if I give up that means they'd win and since when did we every let our enemies win? Me and Grim mentally make up a plan that can only work at dinner. I look down at my bracelet, and "accidentally" slip, fall and land on it, not fully breaking it but damaging it just enough it that Persephone can only reach me through the computer. Grim gears up by the door and I log on and place our dinner order.
***
I grab the player from the teal robot and watch as Grim rushes out the door and into the hall. I sit down and log onto the computer and click the icon to reach Persephone. She greets me and I go about our conversation as I normally would while she seems none the wiser. I don't know how long he'll be gone so I keep things going with Persephone but I really want to just punch the screen and get this over with.
When the robot comes back for the dishes I see Grim rushes back in, wearing his collar. I smile and he smiles back. I turn back to Persephone and keep taking to her. I noticed that whenever I used the computer she would always be just out of veiw, hiding behind stuff in the background and smiling creepily. I've tried removing the power cables but they're practically welded into their spots. So, I start poking around the files, because there were a few game screenshots I wanted to look at, and I find something. It's a single file that looks like ever other file on the computer but I'm more drawn to it's name Persephone.char_AI. I right click on the file and press delete. The file window closes and nothing seems to happen, until Persephone looks me dead in the eyes as she starts to scream and glitch.
"Did you do this to me, MC? DID YOU?DID YOU DELETE ME?... How could you? How could you do this to me?" She asks in a distorted voice, the screen turning all sorts of colors.
"I'm sorry, but I have to," I softly tell her.
"I trusted you. Do you just want to torture me? Watch me suffer?" She yells just before the computer blue screens then turns black.
I let out a sigh, feeling a little guilty but more so happy that this is over. Then I hear the computer roar back to life but the screen is still black, then it turns blinding white and I see a glitchy, distorted, figure standing perfectly still on the screen. Grim looks at it from the bed and freezes. This one sided staring contest goes in silence as we wait for something to happen, only for the figure to speak.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you," it says, its voice distorted and robotic.
The door starts amking weird sounds I grab Grim and rush out the door and into the hallway. All the blue lights in the dorm have turned emergency red and we can hear Idia's voice coming from somewhere, ordering to capture us. We run faster, dodging various robots and students left and right all while hearing a once comforting voice behind us.
"MC-san. Grim-san. Please come back," Orttho says.
I keep running, trying to put as much distance between us and him as I can but it's made harder by Idia putting the whole dorm on lock down. I run faster but Ortho seems to move just as fast, like he's taunting me. I feel somwthing metal wrap around my waist again, dropping Grim in the process.
"Let me go!" I yell, struggling in Ortho's grip.
Ortho doesn't say anything, pulling me towards him. I watch Grim turn around and use his fire on Ortho, making him let me go. I grab Grim quickly and start running faster towards the exit. The sounds of robots moving towards me echoes all around us, closing in more and more the closer the exit gets. I'm not going back, I'm not getting stuck here!
"Is that a meatl door?!" Grim asks.
I look and a fucking metal door is lowering over the dorm's main door! I pick up the pace but unfortunately the door sales down before we can get out. We start at it, trying to figure out how the hell get out until a line of flames bursts through the door, melting the metal and making a large hole.
"Do not fear child of man, I am here," a familiar voice says.
My wrist gets grabbed and I get lead out of the hole and out of Ignihyde I turn to look at who I can accurately guess but fabric is wrapped around my eyes. So, whoever freed us has blindfolded us, so I have no choice but to follow and trust them but based on the nickname I can accurately guess who it is.
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I really do appriciate people speaking about mental illness mentioning how hard it is to keep up personal hygine but they always put "days" "weeks" after it.
Its always "Can't brush their teeth for weeks" what about months? Years?
Theres not being able to brush your teeth for a month and then theres being cast out of every social circle
Theres the your family telling you that you cant come to this and that event becouse of how you look, how you smell, how your teeth are rotting beyond any repair, how some are missing already and no matter what you just cant get yourself to pick up a toothbrush
Yes, its hard to shower, but its hard to wash your hands, its impossible to clean your clothes or your bedding and sometimes you cant even be bothered to rince a cup or a plate
Everytime I come online and see people posting about mental illness even then i feel left out. Even their profile pictures of their white, full sets of natural teeth make me feel like cast out again
Its not at all on these creators and I, of all people, know how shameful it is to speak up about these things. Hell i have never talked about it to my closest friends, the extent of how I struggle, but thats the exact reason why we need to speak out.
Bed sores, discoloration, being avoided even by those who live in the same house.
Mess that isnt something you see on tiktok, atleast not the videos that get that type of attention
Mess isnt just a halfdone art project on the floor and a couple of clothes scattered around, its also not being able to use your closet. Dirty and clean clothes being unseperated. Food, drinks and mold gathering up like they belong in the ecosystem of your living space. So much shame you cant get yourself to go to a doctor or dentist, silent suffering and loosing your ability to properly speak becouse mumbling for years just so people cant get a glimpse of your mouth. I havent smiled with my teeth in almost 6 years and I doubt I ever will, not even in private i let myself show them, I dont let my mirror see what Im most ashamed of, not after hiding it so well and so good for so long.
Its discolored, its holed, my left canine is missing and i dont even dare to say how much every bite hurts
That seems like all you can do when you get in these situations, hide it as long as you can
As long as you can till you yawn or speak too loud and someone almost jumps out of their seat almost screaming "What happend??" And just shutting your mouth untill they forget aswell
the yan urge to isolate them from all of their friends and loved ones because they should only need me :(( everyone else is bad for you baby, just let me take care of you!! nobody understands you like i do <3
i just read through all ur sunny posts and i have so many brain worms i love terrible men
okok for starters what if the reader didnโt reject him? i am desperate for a relationship so if a nice hot guy asked me out id say yes no questions asked. how long would it take to notice his. issues.
ALSO how would he be w someone with health issues (ie. i have pots and canโt exert my body much without literally passing out and convulsing and boy would i LOVE to see sunnyโs first time reaction to that)
also ok so heโd catch on to suicide quickly, but what if we just went fully catatonic. barely speaking barely eating, maybe even quit our job and have to rely on him more BUT being basically like. a rock that moves sometimes and spends the rest of the day in bed staring at the ceiling
also heโs sadistic but does that also extend to sex bc ๐๐๐๐๐๐
sunny bdsm when??
Anon also asked: iโve sent multiple asks abt him at this point but i need u to know im absolutely feral over sunny
im chittering like a cat looking at a bird out a window
FINALLY Sunny has successfully put worms in someones head, a lot of it it seems,,,
tw: Bullying, stalking, being treated badly by everyone else, isolation, Sunny is not someone you want to exist, FEMALE reader, medical malpractice/gaslighting
If you didn't reject him, it depends on how perceptive (or delusional) you are. He would be all charming, respectful- the utmost gentlemanly person ever. Sunny would go slow, letting you set the pace. He will plan dates, but it's innocent and stuff that usually makes the fairer sex feel flutters in their chest. Think cliche romantic stuff, like theatre dates, picnic dates, stargazing, visiting your local art museum, cafe hopping... the sort.
Although he doesn't mind PDA, he wouldn't slobber all over you in public because... there's a certain image that he needs to keep up. He would hug you from the back, give you forehead kisses, and hold your hand. Decent couples' shit.
You probably wouldn't notice too many issues if you were in the habit of telling him where you are at any given time. Or if you agreed to share your location. Because you will bump into him. It doesn't matter how far you are- you could be taking a flight to another continent and tell Sunny that you'll be cooped up in your room for the week, and Sunny would "coincidentally" be your seatmate. At least he's there as your garbage disposal if you didn't like aeroplane food.
It's hard to really notice his nefarious tendencies. You will have that low-level gut feeling that something is wrong, but you cannot put a finger on it. Perhaps it's because Sunny suddenly became buddy-buddy with your parents, so they invited him to the family brunch without going through you first- and he's the only one present that's not related by blood. Maybe he became so integrated with your other friend groups that he gets asked to hang out with them while leaving you out (Of course, Sunny will always reject them and tell you what has happened "out of respect").
Or, you're not recognised as yourself anymore. You're constantly referred to as "Sunny's Girlfriend" and nothing else.
It's the social manipulation that quietly drains you in the background. At the same time, you'll be painted as "crazy", "unreasonable", "attention-seeking", "Jealous", "insecure", or "entitled" when you try to excise Sunny away like the cancerous tumour he is.
Sunny wouldn't feed you lies or fearmonger you into isolation. He does so from the outside in, making everyone else so damn unbearable to you by stealing all their love for himself. You would eventually isolate yourself, and Sunny wouldn't even need to lift a finger. He's just so naturally affable that you will absolutely appear dull in comparison. It doesn't matter how hard you try; you will never surpass the flawless Sunny in everyone's eyes.
Don't worry about him leaving you for someone better, though. If you notice, he will reject every and any invitation that comes his way unless you're willing to attend too. Which is arguably worse, because you're just there to see how loved he is and how undervalued you are in your network. You can't fuck off and do your own thing either, as Sunny's possessive iron grip on your waist doesn't allow you to do so. So you would be just stuck there, getting constantly politely ignored or brushed off by people.
Not long after dating him, you will realise that you have nothing of your own except Sunny. He will snatch everyone's attention and favour away from you, and there will be nothing you can do about it.
When it comes to having chronic conditions, you would be surprised that Sunny knows what to do. Well, maybe not much of a surprise, since he's a Pharmaceutical Sales rep, he would have some background in health and medicine. No doubt about it, he knows what PoTS are. And he would know how to modify his exercises to fit your ability level.
He wouldn't make you do anything too fast or strenuous, and he would modify it so that you're doing your leg extensions and knee raises seated on a chair. Sunny would utilise resistance bands to let you do your stretches. He would ditch the fitness class entirely to bring you to a swimming pool, where it would be much gentler (compressed?) on your blood vessels.
The first time you pass out of him and convulsed, he would know what to do. Sunny would first catch you, so you don't fall and crack your head open. Then, he would gently lower you onto the ground in a lying position with your head resting on his thigh (it's the softest thing he has on hand). He knows it will pass, so he waits. Monitoring you closely and brushing away any stray hairs from your face, loosening the area around your neck.
Upon regaining consciousness, the first thing you would see is Sunny's sympathetic smile, before receiving a kiss on your forehead for being so brave.
Sunny wouldn't mind too much if you went fully catatonic; he might like it, even. It's not above him to have Munchausen syndrome by proxy. He will be extremely doting on you, calling himself your caretaker and treating you as if you're genuinely incapable of being self-sufficient ever again.
He would fucking ham it up in front of others, telling them that you contracted some disease or had an accident and now you're severely disabled. So, being the loving and loyal boyfriend he is, Sunny is more than happy to "sacrifice his potential" to care for you. And everyone WILL eat that shit up, especially when he would bring you around in a wheelchair.
He would try his best to encourage you to exercise; he believes health is something that money cannot buy back, so he would do as much as he could to maintain it. If you don't move, he is willing to stretch your body for you.
But good luck getting any doctor to believe you ever again. After getting a sweet taste of the Caretaker life, he's never going back. You are never getting your autonomy back for as long as he can help it.