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YANDERE SCENCERIO #2: Love Letters
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TW: Obsession, Roleplay intended to have horror/gore aspects, read at risk!
This had been the twenty-third time this month you have received a love letter from inside your locker. At this point, you hadn't even been surprised, instead you just let out a little sigh (either from joy or dismay) as you watched the pink little envelope float down to the floor. It had been the same routine every single day. You would go to your locker to pack your things for your lunch period and every time a love letter, scented in cupcake perfume, would fall from your locker. You had been trying to figure out who it is for a long time and to no avail. Nobody in your class seemed to be as feminine as the letter presented itself to be, nor had the same cursive hand writing in each sugar-filled words they seemed to write. Yet today's letter, as you open it up, seemed different.
'Dear (Y/N),
(Y/N), my love, you're an angel. You shouldn't be here, not on earth, especially not at this disgusting school. You belong to the highest level of heaven. But, as much as my heart churns with guilt at the idea, I'm happy you are here..happy you're with me. I don't deserve you, I could never match your greatness, my angel. But I need you, every moment I'm not in your presence I feel like i'm going to choke.
I saw you were hanging out with some girl the other day, Mariette, I think her name was. I hate her. Every time she touches you, talks to you, breathes next to you, my veins start to fill with a black poison and my vision starts to get blurred with tears. I know you see her as a friend, but I know she sees you as much more. You need to stay away from her. She doesn't know what it means to love you. I do. I'll do anything if it means you'll love me, I'll change my name, change how I look, change how I act, I'll kill someone if I have to. Please...please leave kate. I promise I'm much better....'
The letter would soon go into scribbles of your name, over and over again. The cursive writing throughout the letter becomes more and more messier. Looking at the letter, disturbed had been much too tame of a word to describe what you felt. A coldness shot up through your body as your eyes kept looking over each word carefully, as if you were simply misreading the letter. Your secret admirer has always been descriptive when describing their love for you, but this - this is too much.
Surely, the person watching you from behind the wall doesn't mean such horrid things..right?
-NOTE: I imagined this would take place in a '1800's inspired era.'. The yandere could be either one of us in the scenario. Also, all my scenarios can be changed to be yandere as well!
︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵
TW: Obsession, Roleplay intended to have horror/gore aspects, read at risk!
This had been the twenty-third time this month you have received a love letter from inside your locker. At this point, you hadn't even been surprised, instead you just let out a little sigh (either from joy or dismay) as you watched the pink little envelope float down to the floor. It had been the same routine every single day. You would go to your locker to pack your things for your lunch period and every time a love letter, scented in cupcake perfume, would fall from your locker. You had been trying to figure out who it is for a long time and to no avail. Nobody in your class seemed to be as feminine as the letter presented itself to be, nor had the same cursive hand writing in each sugar-filled words they seemed to write. Yet today's letter, as you open it up, seemed different.
'Dear (Y/N),
(Y/N), my love, you're an angel. You shouldn't be here, not on earth, especially not at this disgusting school. You belong to the highest level of heaven. But, as much as my heart churns with guilt at the idea, I'm happy you are here..happy you're with me. I don't deserve you, I could never match your greatness, my angel. But I need you, every moment I'm not in your presence I feel like i'm going to choke.
I saw you were hanging out with some girl the other day, Mariette, I think her name was. I hate her. Every time she touches you, talks to you, breathes next to you, my veins start to fill with a black poison and my vision starts to get blurred with tears. I know you see her as a friend, but I know she sees you as much more. You need to stay away from her. She doesn't know what it means to love you. I do. I'll do anything if it means you'll love me, I'll change my name, change how I look, change how I act, I'll kill someone if I have to. Please...please leave kate. I promise I'm much better....'
The letter would soon go into scribbles of your name, over and over again. The cursive writing throughout the letter becomes more and more messier. Looking at the letter, disturbed had been much too tame of a word to describe what you felt. A coldness shot up through your body as your eyes kept looking over each word carefully, as if you were simply misreading the letter. Your secret admirer has always been descriptive when describing their love for you, but this - this is too much.
Surely, the person watching you from behind the wall doesn't mean such horrid things..right?
-NOTE: I imagined this would take place in a '1800's inspired era.'. The yandere could be either one of us in the scenario. Also, all my scenarios can be changed to be yandere as well!
︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵
2 | Jan 29th 2023 19:33