I Leave You Guys Alone And This Is What You Start? Well Let Me Hop In Right Here.

-Once you’re gone you’re lost forever_

                                            ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 chapter three⋅ ☆

I woke up with a groan before I clutched my head. I reached for one of the staples in my morning routine - the tiny red pills that the suspicious trustworthy old man gave me. The sun shined through the window, painting my room in a golden light as I swallowed basically what was oval atoms.

When I placed it back on the table next to my bed, I frowned as I stared at the displeasing observation. More air was in the bottle than there were pills, and the voices in my head were back. I had never had voices in my head before I took the pills, but maybe I was going through a rough time in life and those sort of… developed.

I sat up with a groan, plopping another pill onto my tongue before it traveled to the base of my tongue and slid smoothly down my throat. I stood up with a stretch as the voices in my head got muddled into the background, signaling that the pills were working. 

I placed one foot in front of the other, descending down the carpeted stairs. Not to have breakfast, but to request a refill. After all, I mostly skipped breakfast every day, so I was used to the feeling of starving, so it’s not like it would hurt anyone. Plus my… medicine was more important than food, so I ended up marching out the front door I had just unlocked, before shortly closing it behind me.

The cold air hit my face, but I didn’t care. What I did care about was my blood. My lifeline. 

So as I left my porch and walked down my driveway, knowing my parents would freak out, but I didn’t care. Sure I had no sort of clue about who the man was, but I could faintly hear the voices in my head telling me where to go. Whether it was relevant to the destination I wanted to go through, that was a different story. Though I ended up actually listening to them and following them, which was ironic. Here I had been trying to block the voices out, but now I was trying so hard to listen to them that I was barely aware of anything else around me. But soon after I got my refill though, I’d be fine, and I wouldn’t have to listen to those voices ever again since I’d know where the old man was. After all, I’d stop at nothing to become purified.

I wasn’t able to hear the voices anymore after I stopped at a cottage in the woods, so I assumed I had arrived. It was a modest little house, with two floors and a little dead tree base near the front for chopping wood. Though I wasn’t here to admire the house set on top of green blades of grass, I was here for one thing. The man’s services.

Suddenly through his second floor window I saw him coming from the right side of the glass pane and disappearing after he wad walked past it to the left. 

“W-wait!” I yelled, jolting forward as my brain cleared of the thought that this might be the wrong house. Suddenly though, I tripped and fell flat on my face, the grass brushing against my skin. My right foot had gotten caught on something which caused me to trip, and it also happened to happen at the worst time possible.

Though my little kthud must of attracted someone, because a few seconds later I felt someone pulling me to my feet and dislodging my right foot from the ground. Somehow I managed to not retain any injuries, but the man in front of me still looked concerned with his worry evident in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking into my eyes. “You’re not hurt are you? I heard your scream from my house and instantly came running over.” 

Ah that explained it. He was the old man’s neighbor, which put him in my earshot of my scream. I hope I hadn’t screamed like a little girl, that’d be embarrassing.

“Yeah I’m fine, thanks.” I answered, feeling my hand twitch and dig my fingers into the air by my side. I had to get that refill, and soon. “I just came to visit my grandpa here, I’m sorry for bothering you.”:

The man’s brows furrowed in confusion, making me wonder if I had said something wrong. After all, I didn’t always feel in control of my body, so I wouldn’t put it past myself.

“No one’s lived here before,” He said, making my eyes widen in shock. How could no one live here? You just- but I just- I saw the same man through the window! Though I quickly composed myself, not wanting to seem more suspicious than I already probably do. “Are you alright? Do you need me to call your parents?” 

Chills ran up my body and my heart began to race a bit at the mention of my parents. I couldn’t even imagine the thought of them finding out that I was in this situation. If they did… it wouldn’t be pretty, so I needed to come up with an excuse so he wouldn’t send me home. After all, I’d rather be homeless than not get my refill. “Oh no you don’t have to! It’s just my grandpa moved and I was going to visit his house. My mom wrote his address on a piece of paper, and I must’ve read it wrong. But thank you for your kindness.” I tried my best not to sound nervous, but he still looked at me suspiciously.

“Alright, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” He asked, probably hoping something like the location mix up wouldn’t happen to me again. And judging by the fact that I pretty much screamed at nothing then fell on my face, I didn’t seem to be in the right state of mine either.

I nodded, wanting him to leave so I could get home soon. Adults always slept for a while on days they don’t have work, but they’d wake up at some point, and even an idiot would know that. 

He did eventually leave though, disappearing among the myriad shades of green. I waited until I couldn’t see him anymore before I walked to the front door of the cottage, shaking some dirt off of my right foot. I opened the door and let myself in, not hearing any movement upstairs. I needed to see the man and get my refill, but I also had to investigate and prove I’m not insane. So I took a deep breath, and with a newly cleaned right foot, I began investigating.

This post got another note so you know the drill!

”Well maybe if you had accepted my confession, all of these people wouldn’t have had to die.”

My brain go silly haha so have this thing it thought of while I was eating McDonald’s

Light Yagami: So like I said, that means the Death note can’t make a Death that physically can’t happen, happen.

Ryuk: Ok, so?

Light Yagami: *Evil smile* So it’s time to get experimenting.

Also Light Yagami: *Begins to write as fast as possible.* ‘Insert name’ dies from sharpening a French fry to a sharp point out of there McDonald’s bag and then stabbing it through their eye.

Ryuk: What are you writing there Light?

Light Yagami: You’ll see.

Some Rando: *Dies*

Light Yagami: *eyes widen in surprise: So it CAN be done!

And then likely proceed with a bunch of weird deaths cause this is the only way Light may make it into the Guinness World Record Book.

Reblog your:

“I’m sane, and I simp for _”

I’ll start

:/ (Me who has no idea what this means lmao)

Posting a yandere quote because this post got a note. Actually my own idea i thought of today! ^^

“Darling if I can’t keep you in a chokehold hug to keep you all to myself, then what is love?”

”Let’s have the best barbeque bash ever!”

(Had to make a story using Australian slang for school and I decided to make one about the members of Nightcord going to a drug shop to buy food for the best barbeque party ever (hosted by Mizuki) but there ends up being no food and they decide to use avocados instead.)

Tried a new marker I found on the floor and used a new art style of just one color for every character!

This is some fanart I made for my favorite yandere writer, @yandere-writer-momo! She’s great at describing scenes so you can envision them and every time a story of hers end, I’m really upset cause I always want to read more! I don’t think my art does one of my favorite stories of hers, build-a-yandere justice, so I definitely recommend going to read all of her stories and following her!

The artwork is completely mine though, as I busted out some of my own art supplies that’s been buried away in a dark corner. I also used some of my friends markers, which surprised me by not bleeding through the page. You’re NOT allowed to claim this artwork or any other pieces that I’ve made as your own, as my hard work on this piece would be completely overlooked. You can always ask me if it’s ok to use my artwork and then, IF I GIVE PERMISSION, it’s allowed. Thank you for respecting my rules about my artwork.

For every note this gets, I’m going to post some yandere quote thing I’ve somehow scavenged up from the internet.