Yandere

This might get a little messy, I'm sure

Heads rolling for the one I adore

This may become a little brutal if I'm honest

But it's any-anything for you my dear, I promise

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This is your insane warning: please read darling until the end,wait until you are finished with it to read this. Darling is the trip,this picks up where it left off. This is insanely important to the storyline. Do it now.

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Michael watched his friends leave his house one by one,each waving goodbye. He felt..lovesick. Even more than before. So much of a yearning,like what he needed to keep pressing on was right in front of him,yet so out of reach. His heart ached,he had been going to therapy,he'd been convincing himself it was working.

Was it really? Or was he pretending again?

He couldn't tell the line between him actually feeling things and pretending anymore,he felt the same every time. He almost screamed when she left,gone again,maybe forever this time. Michael cried,he cried louder than ever before,his walls were coming down,his soft inside showing,like a cracked egg shell,a hard inside revealing a gooey inside.

His love had been taken away from him.

By someone new and unrecognized.

This was stealing from him. Stealing at its worst.

Vanessa..Vanny,a nickname. He couldn't stand the sight of her,the sound of her voice that was always too soft,the colour of her rainbow extensions,the way she had traumatized Michael.

Michael then thought about what caused all this to start in the first place.

William Afton. Michaels father.

William was an abusive man,a manipulative and sadistic man. He wasn't afraid to do anything,

He's the reason Michael saw her that day.

Balled up in the animatronic,dead.

Michael screamed at the thought of his father,picking skin off of his hands in frustration. The image flashed in his head,the day his love was taken away from him,the day that red string that bound them together was cut. And the person who did it had no remorse.

Michael rolled onto the floor from his couch,the milky hue of the moon shining from our his window. It reminded him of a night he wanted to forget. A night that changed his life forever. The day someone tried to murder him in the confines of his own house.

He rested his body against the cold floor,tears making small puddles on the glossed wood. Michael didn't even know what to do anymore. He can't sit and sob all day. He's had intrusive thoughts all month.Wether it be of hurting himself of hurting someone else for the sake of his love.

He smacked his hand against his head.

He hates his brain,wanted it scrubbed clean,like how a mister clean magic eraser cleans up dirt off of stoves in commercials. But that's not possible. If he forgot everything he'd forget her,everything. The jokes,the cuddles,the neck kisses,the laughs,the yelling,the kissing,the holding each other close at night in the dark,too afraid to leave each other's arms. He'd lose all that.

Michael shakily got up and made his way to the kitchen,stumbling and head spinning. He bumped into the counter on his way there,legs not working right. He eyed the glinting knife in the dark,calling to him,shining. He grabbed it hesitantly and looked at what he had carved into his skin days before,

Y/N's name. Next to hearts.

He kissed his arm and smiled wobbily,stroking the cut with his thumb.

He slipped on his slippers,the same ones Henry had bought him all those years ago,and put the knife in his cardigan pocket. He walked out in the wind,blowing his already messy hair in the wind as he walked on the sidewalk in the moonlight.

Michael could feel like weight of the large knife in his pocket,weighing down one side. He knew where he was going. They were all in one place,a get together after his house they thought he didn't know about. A get together away from him. The issue.

He staggered,walking down the street until he reached the familiar house,brick and bland. Boring. Lacking any brightness at all. He walked up to the door,swaying side to side. Michael knocked on the door,to be greeted by a happy y/n. "Oh,m-Michael,how did you kno-" Michael cut her off by leaping onto her and cuddling her on the floor,which made her yell slightly. Michael didn't care.

He needed love,any he could get.

"Michael what the fuck??" She yelled,while everyone else stayed quiet,watching. His eyes grew crazed and he stroked y/n's cheek softly,smiling warmly. "Y/N..my peach,do you really..not remember me?" He asked,starting to cry. Y/N looked so confused,shaking her head.

"I know who you are,we talk all the time,are you stupid?" She asks. "No. Before,before this. We used to date and then my father.." he pointed to the man with a shaky hand. "He killed you." He said.

"Michael do you need an extra therapy lesson? I'll pay." Y/N said,backing away from him. "No,what he's saying is true,darling." William says,speaking up. "What..? No,this is all a sick prank isn't it?"

Michael shakes his head and pulls the knife out of his pocket slowly while saying, "y/n,I love you. I always will love you. People keep taking you away from me,do you know how that feels? Loving someone and then they just.. they're taken from you from someone you knew well?" He pulls the knife out and speaks again,y/n against a wall from trying to escape. Michael traces the knifes blade with his finger and smiles.

"I'll love you forever. I'll do anything to make you mine.."He inserts the blade into Williams stomach and Grins with tears in his glossy eyes,blushing insanely. "Oh my god..OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Y/N says as everyone screams. Vanny grips y/n's hand as Mary and August try to bring William back,his body laying in a pool of blood on the floor.

Y/N slaps Michael across the face,but he only smiles and backs her against the wall,kissing her passionately.

Images flash in y/n's head of two young teens in love on the couch,both familiar.

In the dark.

She pushes him away,he falls to the ground and cries more. "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT BEING ME FEELS LIKE,ANGEL!" He yells through sobs on the floor,grabbing at y/n's leg like a small child. August and Mary call 911,no answer,they keep calling.

Michael picks up his knife and kisses y/n once again,wet and disgusting.

"I love you.." he says,before stabbing her in the heart.

"We'll see each other in another life,and we'll be happy...

I just know it.."

Michael stabbed himself in the chest,both of them falling to the ground and bleeding.

911 comes.

There's nothing to be done about the case.

Michael is dead.

Y/N is dead.

Vanny disappeared without a trace.

August and Mary go to rehab to recover from their trauma.

The inevitable end.