Emma x possessive reader

Actually a little Emma x Emily

TW: overwhelming possessiveness? also heavy insinuation of torture at the end, forgive me

Angst, 2nd person this time, I feel like it's time to try, also reader might be a bit yandere? I don't really know.

It was all about her in your mind. The way she smiles and tilts her head at something that surprises her, her eyes squinting until they're closed. The way she was friends with everyone and is always the first to greet any new addition to the manor. Even when you had to calm her down from her jitters and psychotic episodes, you loved her; everything about her. Emma Woods didn't know how much you cherished her, but treated you with the same respect and kindness as she would with anyone. To you, no one was good enough for your precious Emma. Too many people treated her terribly, not caring for her feelings or boundaries, and you wanted to change that. You felt as though if you were able to have Emma as your own, you could show the others how she should be treated. That was your goal.

"(Y/N)!" Emma's voice carried across the room, "come check this out!" You followed her silently, glaring at the judging looks placed on the two as they made their way to whatever excited Emma so much. The cheerful girl led the protective one to a set of double doors. With a strong push, they opened the doors and headed into a bright light, a stark contrast to the shadowy manor. Emma once again gasped as she came face to face with what seemed to be an abandoned greenhouse. There were no plants, but weeds and vines overtook the place. You were paying close attention to her actions, while she began to tear down the invasive plants, thinking out loud of her plans for this abandoned garden.

"We can build it back up! If we can find seeds, we can put pansies over there, maybe marigolds over here," she pointed at different spots as she spoke, your eyes followed to where her finger directed, "We should leave the vines, but make them grow to the side of the greenhouse!" Before the two could make any progress, the opening doors signified a new person entering the garden.

"Emma, it's time for lunch!" The doctor called, noticing the bright character hidden in the mess, her eyes then landed on you, and she continued, "oh, (y/n)! I didn't know you were with her!" The doctor led you and Emma to the kitchen where everyone else was already seated. While Emma became invested in idle chat with the survivors sitting next to her, you tried your best not to tackle the Thief, who was giving Emma unsavory glances. After finishing your food and not-so-patiently waiting for Emma to finish hers, you took her away from the room and back to the garden. The confusion in her eyes forced an explanation from you, though you didn't need to tell her anything.

"I didn't want you in the room with that Thief anymore, I can tell he makes you uncomfortable," you didn't want to place the blame on Emma, so you continued, "he makes me uncomfortable, too." Though it wasn't completely true, you hoped that Emma would understand that neither of them should be around him. As cheerful as always, Emma agreed and began to work again, pulling you with her to help. You worked for hours, bringing up different topics of conversation to pass the time and to hear Emma's voice. As she talked about how much she loved gardening and occasionally mentioned Mr. Scarecrow, who she wasn't supposed to talk about, you shifted from taking down vines to pulling up weeds. As the hours passed, noticeable progress had been made, though there was still a lot to work on. You didn't notice, but Emma's chit-chat turned into a conversation about feelings, and she asked you about yours.

"So, who do you get along with best in the manor?"

"You." You state, serious as ever. She giggled and prompted further thinking on the topic.

"How about this then, I love Emily! You're my best friend, but I would date Emily, if I were given the chance." Your heart shattered. You loved Emma, how could she be with someone so possessive and harsh. Emily was always scolding Emma for her self-sacrificing nature. You wanted Emma to realize that you were hers and she was yours! There is no one else, especially not the people that make her feel so terrible.

"Emma, don't you think Emily is more like a mom than a girlfriend? She's a great person, but there are better choices for loving someone?" You tried to convince her what was right, while slowly moving closer to her. Her eyes diverted from yours as she tried to back away with a nervous giggle.

"What do you mean? I thought you and Emily were friends." How were you going to explain to her that you were the only good option for her? How were you to tell her that you loved her, and that no one would love her as much as you do. Slowly, you leaned in further. You could feel the light breath coming from Emma's lips on yours. Barely grazing your lips over hers, you could feel the heat radiating off her face.

"I love you, Emma. You belong with me. I'll make you happy." Emma closed her eyes as your hand came to her cheek. She was vulnerable, precious, someone to be protected. You would protect her. She would come to realize that. You lead her to the shed behind the greenhouse. She would come to love you. You silently apologized to her as a shovel hit the back of her head. She would understand; she knows you're trying to protect her. You lied when Emily asked if you had seen Emma, and you were silent at dinner. Thankfully, those half-wits thought you were distraught over your best friend's disappearance, but you knew better.

"(y/n)." The doctor's firm voice almost made her believe that she had caught on to her secret, but she continued, "You'll help me look for Emma, right?"

"Of course, I-" You feigned a choked sob, "I'm so worried." The two began their search. No one but Emma, Emily, and of course you knew about the garden, so they decided to check there last. Whoever could've taken Emma wouldn't know about the garden. As all other places they checked lead them nowhere, (y/n) began to find a loophole so that the doctor wouldn't go into the garden. Though your proficiency in hiding things convinced you that Emma would be safe from the others, you didn't trust the doctor with anything, leading you to not want her to be anywhere Emma.

"Don't you have a match, Emily?" With as little survivors that made their home in the manor, Emily couldn't afford to miss a match, but she was determined to find Emma as well.

"Ah, would you take over it for me? I know it's a lot to ask, but I want to make sure Emma is alright." You scowled, not bothering to show it. Even though you and Emily weren't friends, her words stung. How dare she think that you weren't worthy to be around Emma. How dare she take away your love from you.

"I care more about her than you do, go play your match, I'll find her." Anger got the better of you as your words stabbed Emily like thousands of tiny needles. Emma needed you and only you, no one would get in between that. As the doctor stormed off in rage, you went back to the shed. In a dark corner at the very back of the cramped room, a curled-up Emma laid on the floor.

"It's ok, no one's going to hurt you." You whispered to the whimpering girl, who seemed to calm a little after hearing your words. She was unable to respond due to the cloth covering her mouth, though you doubted that she would talk anyways. You brought her close to you, making sure you didn't strain her rope-bound wrists or legs. She sobbed into your shoulder, but made little effort to push you away. She understood; there was no use in screaming or crying. That was, until the door opened again.

"I knew it was you, you creep." The doctor's words crawled up your skin, but you stood your ground. It was no use to lie, you know that the doctor wouldn't believe anything you said. You sighed and picked up the same shovel used to lull Emma to sleep, but this time you would use it to force Miss Dyer to never wake up.

"You don't know what's good for her. You messed her up! I'm the only one who is-" your words were cut off as a prickle in your arm caused gravity to weigh down on you. That stupid doctor put something in you, but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"Emma, don't listen to her, you know she's only trying to hurt you again. I-" you managed to force out before falling into an everlasting abyss. The last thing that caught your eyes was Emily carrying your love away, and a firm grip dragging you back to the manor.

When you awoke, the first thing you noticed was the rough straps holding you down to a hospital bed. You thrashed about, notifying the nearby doctor of your apparent awakening.

"If you think you even deserve to be near her, you're wrong. No one can fix you, but we haven't decided what to do with you. If it were up to me, you would be long gone by now. Remember that." You turned your head towards her. You didn't expect her to speak to you, much less force harsh words into your ears. You didn't want to hear what she had to say, but you were curious of Emma, who you still longed for.

"Emma-" You croaked, taken aback by your hoarse, unused voice, "Is she alright?" The doctor shot you a cold glare, then answered,

"She's better without you."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Emily didn't reply but laughed. She made her way to a machine in the corner of the room. It seemed as though she had taken the liberty to hook you up to it while you were asleep, judging by the tingling sensation you felt through your body. Only after your thoughts had become clouded with the electric sensation buzzing through your skull did she answer.

"You told me that I 'messed her up.' I will be doing the same to you, maybe then will you be fixed." Not even anger crossed your mind when the first jolt shot through your brain. You knew this would never end, all you wished was to see the one you loved again.

Word Count: 1908

To be honest, I feel like this one-shot holds the true essence of what the game actually is. (it scares me how I wrote it without thinking of making it that way...) I had a hard time deciding whether to make the reader a sociopath, or just human with strong emotions, I could've gone either way, but I feel like writing a sociopath would've been too much to take on for the night, I might try again later as well as re-writing the ending, I feel like I could've made it more engaging, but I started getting real uncomfortable real quick XD