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Had a question but feel free to ignore !! My question is would chase be the type to force himself on the reader? Like would he rape them ? I had a feeling he would since he could get way with it. Or is he more of the type to force you to be in the position to give him sexual favors ?

TW: Mentions of SA

Yeah, no hate to this anon but please don’t send me asks related to rape, sexual assault or sexual coercion, especially without some kind of warning.

Rape is a very upsetting topic for me because I am asexual and have personally been in situations where men have tried to coerce me or harass me.

I understand my OCs and the stories I write here are about yanderes and abusive relationships but I will just nip it in the bud now by saying none of them would rape their darlings, because that’s not something I ever want to write about, even if it might be “realistic” or whatever the fuck kind of excuse someone wants to make.

I don’t mind mildly sexual/suggestive asks. But I don’t want to write NSFW on this blog and I CERTAINLY don’t want to ever write about rape.

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idk if I missed something but when did it start becoming a joke that Laura resembled a wet cat?? 😭

I can’t remember exactly how it started but basically Laura is a bit pathetic and needy in almost every one of her stories. She’s always fawning over her darling and needing validation and since she’s so shy her attempts to get the validation and affection she wants from her darling tend to fail miserably.

Hence everyone started calling her a wet cat because she’s pathetic like a wet cat would be, lol.

#yancore #yandere #yandere blog #ask #Laura

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OMG can I request something for Smiley?? Maybe with like a reader that hates a certain co-worker that won't stop bothering them? (Like making rude/gross comments to them) Smiley then gets rid of said worker for them, which reader is happy! But also kind of... Unsure if they should be celebrating that?? (Reader doesn't want to be suspected that they killed the co-worker😭💀)

TW: Stalking, obsession, murder, implied cannibalism, mutilation.

You couldn’t quite believe it when you heard it.

“They were found with no tongue, the police say!” That’s what you heard as you walked into the office, the first tip off that something might be wrong, and it wasn’t long before you got the full, startling picture.

Your coworker had been found murdered. Dead, by the side of the road, no lips or tongue to speak of, and depending on which strain of gossip you decided to believe, no vocal cords either. Like whoever killed them desperately wanted to silence them.

It was ironic, considering the kinds of things they used to say, especially to you. Everyone knew they had a filthy mouth, prone to catcalling and getting away with it because of how useless HR was. But you had been a particularly favourite target for them and their lascivious comments - not a single aspect of you existed that they hadn’t managed to sexualise in some perverse comment.

It seemed like justice. Your jaw dripped when another coworker told you.

“No tongue at all?” You ask them. They shake their head, then suddenly stop, giving you a queer look.

“Have some respect!” They hiss. You realise the corners of your mouth were ever so slightly upturned, and you clear your throat, quickly making yourself frown.

“Sorry,” you say, quickly trying to think of an excuse. “Nervous tic.” They shake their head and let you go. You aren’t really sure what to do - you doubt that you’ll be made to work still, but you don’t really know what to do other than to keep to yourself. As much as you hated them, you didn’t really want them to die, yet at the same time, you weren’t all that sad that they were dead. But even with their reputation, no one else would understand that. Maybe they’d even think you had a hand in their death - after all, the lack of the tongue and voiceboc was eerily symbolic.

No. You’re just being paranoid, you tell yourself. Of course no one would think that. You go to your desk, deciding you’ll just look as though you’re tidying it up before leaving, but as you approach the cubicle, there is a curious smell. One of iron, of meat, of the butchers, and of bile. You wrinkle your nose in disgust. What is that? You root around, trying to find the source of the strange smell, wondering if perhaps you left some kind of sandwich behind by mistake, but as you open the drawer under your desk, your eyes widen and water as the smell hits you full force. You aren’t even sure what you’re looking at at first - some mangled tendon type of sinew, like a rubber band, covered in god knows what fluids. It’s been slashed, the epithelium opening up to reveal white cartilage underneath. Over top is a post it, stained and wet from resting on top of the organ.

“I saved the tongue for dinner later tonight. Don’t be late! ╹◡╹”

Now you were almost certain you’d be falsely accused.

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Absolutely you can write that! I don't mind waiting for however long it takes, I'm patient. Good luck with all those requests, sweetheart.

~ 💌

Thank you!!! :]

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And I also hope that you feel better soon dove!! I only saw your post just now (sorry about that😭)

Thank you!! I’m feeling a lot better than I was now. But now I have to get back into the habit of writing everyday after taking a break and I know I’m gonna struggle lmao.

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Today we're gonna rate our lovable plushies based on how they give off sopping wet cat energy.

Laura - 100/10, it's obvious that she's a huge sopping wet cat, so of course she'd get a high rating. She looks like a poor little kitten who was left outside in a heavy rainy day.

Chase - Surprisingly somewhat gives off sopping wet cat vibes, should be an 8.7/10. If he starts sobbing then his sopping wet cat energy would rise up, it would be a 20/10.

Dr. Hart - 4/10, doesn't give that much sopping wet cat energy, he gives off more of ginger cat energy. He's adorable, really.

Prof. Moore - If Laura's first, then this man is second. (for some reason) Rating? 85.5/10.

I'm gonna continue this thing tomorrow, AAAAANDDDD I wrote something with Nathan and Chase earlier, I'll go share it with you tomorrow :]]

This is all 100000% accurate. I love that Dr. Hart, while mostly pit together, still has the potential to be a wet cat. Meanwhile the others are all s o p p i n g.

I can’t wait to read what you wrote!!!! :] I’ve been away sick so let me know if you already posted it so I can find it!! :]

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I want to pet Laura like a puppy and ask her who's a good girl. She has to guess.

~ 💌

Omg Laura would d i e from happiness although I can see her being so down on herself and not guessing/realising that she’s meant to be the good girl.

I actually really want to write this now lol - can I write it after I get done with the backlog of requests that built up while I was sick? :]

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“people going by all kinds of strange names - Boss, Dad, Grandma, Landlord, Mum, Two Factor Authentication”

omggg I just love my bgg two factor authentication 🥰🥰💗💗💗🙏

I receive multiple texts by them daily whenever I forget my password they’re really helpful smiley! You better watch out 🤭/j

also “no longer a juvenile coddled by some guardian” hits hard such a mood 😔✊

Me and Two Factor Authentication got beef - harassing me all throughout uni when I just wanted to hand in my essays and projects 😤 He better watch out because if I see him in the streets it’s on sight /j

I like adding details like this and the juvenile because it kinda makes it more obscure as to whether Smiley is nonhuman or if they are human but had some weird sheltered fucked up childhood that they’ve only just escaped from and they have to try and learn about normal life. I think either of those backstories could be really interesting.

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AAA I LOVED THE FIC YOU MADE FOR MY REQUEST SO MUCH!! UGH, IM SWOONING OVER YOU AND YOUR WRITING RN I JUST WANNA PICK YOU UP AND BODYSLAM YOU OUT OF LIKE, CUTENESS AGGRESSION, LOLOL

Anyway, I just wanted to share like where I got the idea for the whole idol thing from. There's this anime I really like, I think it's like my favourite anime after spy x family. It's called Oshi no ko and it explores idol life and the entertainment industry of Japan in a very interesting and weird way and I just love it so much. My favourite character was definitely Hoshino Ai, which was where the idea for the fic came from. If you're ever bored, I suggest you go watch the anime! It's really really good! Sorry for this rant, I just wanted to share this like media with you.

UGH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH, IM GOING TO SMOOCH YOU.

- 🦋 anon

Thank you and sorry it took so long to reply to this ask!!!!! I’m glad you like what I wrote though :]

I haven’t heard of that anime, but it sounds cool - if I get time, I’ll check it out!

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Yandere x insecure reader

Yandere who change his completely opposite personality (from non chalant and rigid to cheery and chaos personality where he ofcourse force himself) as what his darling wants, so that he could look like her previous ex, where they dating but the darling didnt get the vibe(?) And sometimes call him by her previous ex by accident, but he understand her, everytime darling feel doubt about their relationship (since she felt unloved except she receive affection from her ex and because she doesnt have feelings), he would always think some kind like "its okay she see him as someone else, he'll be the one who love her for who she is" he tried to convince his darling by keeping up the positive vibe but actually he try very hard to brush his negative thought. I hope youre understand T_T

Hello I am back!! Think I’m better now, touch wood. I have to get into the habit of writing everyday now again so please bear with me if I’m slow!! Im really sorry it took so long and thank you for being patient.

I wrote this as Noah and kinda did so that they know each other already but the darling doesn’t know he’s stalking them - hope that’s alright!! And I hope that I got your idea right too. My brain is still fuzzy 😔

TW: Stalking, obsession, manipulation

You smile at Noah as you spot him across the cafe and you hold your hand up to wave. He smiles when he spots you and holds up his hand to wave back as you walk over to his table. Is that a new shirt he’s wearing? It looks just like… you try to banish the image of your ex out of your mind as you sit down across from Noah.

“Hi!” You greet. “Traffic was hell.”

“Hey,” he says back, his voice deeper than usual. It was obvious he was putting on a voice, but you felt awkward mentioning it.

“How have you been? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say, an uneasy waver tainting your words. “Same old.”

“You still think about Adam?” Noah asks, a sympathetic smile on his face. He’s trying to sit up straight but he’s wringing his hands, resisting the urge to pick at the skin around his nails.

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, dismissively. “I should’ve… well, I could have been a better partner to him. You know?” Noah’s brow knits together and he leans closer, his smile faded.

“You did your best - if he couldn’t appreciate that, then that’s not your fault.” It was your turn to give a pathetic smile.

“Thanks, Adam,” you said without thinking. Your eyes widen and you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“Sorry - Noah. Oh my god.”

“No, hey, it’s -“

“I’m so sorry, Jesus, I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! You’ve got him on your mimd. It happens.” You shakily let out a sigh and nod.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah. Erm, sorry. You’re right.” Your heart is pounding a million miles an hour, your mind racing as you prayed that the ground would just swallow you up and you’d be out of this nightmare. You could feel Noah’s eyes on you, inspecting you, and you tried not to think of any and every flaw that you had picked apart in the mirror after your ex left, trying to figure out why he never gave you the affection you were desperate for.

Noah, meanwhile, looked calm outside, but inside he was bursting with joy. He could hardly believe it - you had, for a split second, thought that he was your ex. After so much work, so many hours reviewing the footage he had of you and Adam together, recreating every outfit, changing his hair, his cologne, his voice, anything and everything he could think of, he’d done it - he was one step closer to being the man you loved. Only he knew he could be even better once he had you and treated your right. He checked his phone and out of your view, looked at his lockscreen; a picture of you and Adam together when you were still dating. Only this time, Noah could finally imagine that it was him in the photo next to you. Not the bastard ex that made you so insecure in the first place.

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Get well soon, bbg <3 make sure to drink tons of water (coconut water is good for fevers) and have some chicken soup. Ginseng is normally good for soothing the body.

Can't wait to see you back and writing. Have a good rest mwah mwah

- 🦋 anon

Thanks - I’m trying to just rest for now. Haven’t tried ginseng before, will have to see how it works :]

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It's all a-ok! Get better soon, love <3

~ 💌

Thank you so much :]

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Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been inconsistent with posting. Still not feeling very well and it kind of keeps bouncing between feeling better and feeling worse. I’m hoping to get back on track soon. Really sorry :((

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I don't know if requests are open. But what if Smiley is a woman who once hooked up with a reader who only had sex and casual encounters and then forgot about the person, but little did she know that her affair resulted in Smiley

Okay this was originally sent in before requests were open again and I was going to ignore it but I felt bad about deleting it because it seems as though you weren’t sure or confused. So I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and take a bit of time to re-explain rules surrounding requests before getting to your request.

The most up-to-date information regarding whether requests (as in, asking for a particular story) are open or closed will be in my bio, so it’s a good idea to check there first. I also put out posts when requests are opening or closing. However, asks are always open and you can send things that arent requests even when requests are closed. Basically, if you have a question or made something that you want to share, you can send that any time. But if you want to ask for a story then you should check the bio. :]

My pinned post has additional and more in depth rules and it gets updated sometimes so I recommend also checking that out right before sending anything through the ask box.

Anyway, onto the fun stuff!! This is going to be another one from Smiley’s POV.

TW: Stalking, obsession, vague allusions to casual sex, implied abusive, unsafe or otherwise unusual childhood, watching someone sleep, routing through another’s private belongings

They rolled over. Still asleep. Still undressed. The first time I’d seen a person undressed and it was fun - I didn’t realise that reproduction could be like that. I sat up in bed, staring at them, watching the rise and fall of their breathing. This truly was an invaluable learning experience - not only experiencing a reproduction attempt for the first time, but also, I was in their home, filled with all kinds of clues as to who they are. I slowly got out of the bed, taking great care not to awaken them as I scuttled over to the dresser. There were all kinds of things on there. Aerosols and tubs and tubes and boxes of various substances, all in the name of hygiene - a practice of keeping oneself clean and healthy. Now that I was an independent adult, alone in the world, no longer a juvenile coddled by some guardian, I struggled to keep up the many strange rituals that seemed imperative to fit in. I made a mental note of everything there - I wanted to try the same things for myself.

I moved to the nightstand, where I picked up their phone, tapping the metal and glass box to make it light up. It was difficult to navigate, but I figured it out, reading the messages. How strange! They knew so many people, it seemed. Not like me. There were people going by all kinds of strange names - Boss, Dad, Grandma, Landlord, Mum, Two Factor Authentication. I had never heard such names before now. Was this how people met each other? Did they write through the device? I wanted desperately a phone of my own so I could talk to people, but money was a difficult thing to scavenge. I turned the phone off and put it down.

It made a slight tap as it went on the dresser, and they stirred, beginning to wake. I leaned over them, my face close their ear.

“Shh. It’s alright, Lover. Rest,” I whispered, pressing my mouth to their ear in what I had learnt tonight was called a “kiss.” They grumbled sleepily before rolling over again and falling back into unconsciousness. I went to their wardrobe next, opening it up to have a look at the garments they chose to wear. There were a great variety, in many different lengths and colours and patterns, all shaped for different parts of the body. One seemed to be a covering for the back and arms, along which were little slits right about where the waist would be. I slipped my hand in curiously, only to find that the slit was a pouch attached inside the piece of clothing, and something was stored within. I took it out. A small rectangle of paper, stiff and thick, and written on it were strange words.

“A— Company. For job enquiries, telephone— or email—“

A job? Like a task to do? That sounded fun. I wanted a job too. I looked over at my lover, still sleeping. We’d mated. Bonded. We were together now, but how could I talk to him without a phone to send the messages? Maybe I should do their job too - then I could see them then. Maybe I’d even find some kind of paper to send my messages on instead and hand deliver them. Yes! That’s perfect!

This fitting in thing is easy.

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Really random request and no worries if you can't do it/don't wanna do it! Could I request for a reader with Chase (the actor/killer) with a reader who used to be an idol? Like they got kicked out of showbiz because no one wanted her anymore so they don't think they're deserving of the role of the lead/of the love of possible fans?

Thank you and kisses, mwah mwah!

- 🦋 anon

Yeah, no problem!! :]

TW: Stalking, obsession, coercion, threats, blackmail, mild physical violence

You sighed as the costume team helped you into the elaborate costume required for your role - you had to admit that you missed this somewhat - people clamouring over you to ensure that you were ready for a performance, that every single aspect of you was flawless, perfect, impossibly ideal. The rush of being able to obtain an impossible beauty standard for even just a few hours had worn off in your old career but now, after so long of having to live somewhat normally, it felt good again. They were just finishing up, and it wouldn’t be long before you had to walk onto set. You whispered your lines to yourself, memorising them, right as you were let free and you walked onto set, seeing eye to eye with Chase again. He flashed you a salacious grin, his teeth the sort of luminous white that came only with treatments so expensive only celebrities could afford them. You gave a nervous smile back, then took your place on set.

You’d been shooting for two hours so far, trying to get all the scenes together and a polished act. You were quickly beginning to tire, and your lines were blurring together in your head, getting mixed up in ways that were obviously wrong but gave no clues as to what the actual line was.

“So, what’s the plan?” Chase asked, reciting his line. You stared back blankly, trying to summon the lines you needed, but it was all lost. It was only a few seconds later when the director called out.

“Cut!” His voice echoed through the studio. “Reconvene in five.” You groaned in frustration as an assistant handed you the script for you to look over again, and you sat cross legged on the floor to rest as you read it. Lines were so much more difficult to memorise than song lyrics or dance choreography - at least with lyrics or dance, you had a rhythm to help keep you on track.

“I guess you’re not used to all this,” Chase said, walking up to you. You sighed as you had to stand up onto your aching feet again to see him at eye level.

“Yeah, well,” you said, crossing your arms. “I was only an extra before, now I’m one of the leads. It’s a bit insane. I’m not used to having all this extra responsibility.”

“Oh?” Chase said, uncharacteristically quiet. You didn’t like that.

“Yeah, like. What if I’m not good enough. I’m not like you at all. You’re used to all this.”

“I think you’re exactly like me,” Chase said. You looked at him, your brow furrowed.

“Wha-?”

“You love all this. You’re so thrilled to be back in the spotlight, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know-“

“It wasn’t easy to find,” Chase interrupted, “especially since you had a stage name. But I found you eventually. I knew I recognised you somewhere. You’re the disgraced former idol, aren’t you? Kicked out of the very group you helped create.” You didn’t answer, but the look of uneasiness you gave him was all the answer he needed.

“I don’t think my past career is all that important right now,” you said, forcing a mask of professionalism over your frightened voice.

“I think it’s very important. What might our director over there say if he knew who was starring in his precious film? If he knew the things you have done -“

“Shut it!” You hissed, but he grabbed your wrist tight. His hands were soft, having never known labour, but strong after years of having the access to the best fitness services money can buy. As he squeezed, your fingers went numb, pins and needles pricking your hand as it started going blue from the constriction, the bones in your wrist popping and cracking. You whined as he pulled you in close.

“Dinner. Then my place. You do exactly as I want or I’ll snitch, got it?” You nodded frantically, wiping tears from your eyes. He grinned again, satisfied, then let go, the blood returning to your sore wrist and you gasped with relief.

“I’ve never dated an idol before. I’m looking forward to it.” He sauntered off, leaving you to nurse your wrist as bruises began blooming on it.

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Dr. Hart's pill is pretty much a plastic toy that can be opened in half, he can hide or sleep in there if he wants to. He actually has more than one toy pill.

Also Jennifer, Professor Moore and Princess Theophania plushie introductions because, yes (I was actually supposed to be done with Professor Moore Plushie intro before but I forgot about doing it LMAO)

Jennifer - Very cute plushie, she usually fights off the rats in your house as you can sometimes see her chasing one. Likes candies and headpats and is only very vulnerable towards darling.

Princess Theophania - Prettiest plushie of all. (sorry laura...... sniffle sniffle...) Once forced Chase into becoming her knight, he refused and they got into an argument and now they're officially mortal enemies. Also the new member of The Troublesome Plushies who need lots of attention.

Professor Moore - To be honest he's just there I guess, also helps you with chores in the house. You can sometimes find him staring at you while you sleep.

Jennifer definitely seems like the plushie who has the most of her shit together!! She seems very confident. Theophania is so cute too, I love that she would want Chase to be her knight if you saw the Chase face reveal thing then it’s actually really fitting too that he’s the one chosen to be the knight. I love that she also causes trouble lmao.

I really need to improve Professor Moore a bit as a character 😭 He’s kinda underdeveloped and I think I could probably write him better if I tried, but I’m always busy with other OCs whoops lol. But I like that he’s also helpful with chores!! It’s very gentlemanly of him 🥺

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Hello, Dovey!! Sorry I've been gone.

As per usual, I've got an interesting little ask, how would each of your yanderes react to the death of their darling?

You can choose how the darling perishes, but I just think it'd be very interesting!

~ 💌

Hello!! It’s good to hear from you again!

It’s safe to say, all of them would be absolutely devastated - their darlings are pretty much their whole world after all and it’ll be extremely difficult for any of them to transition from obsession to a life without their darling so suddenly.

The first thing Laura is going to do upon hearing about the death of her adored idol is sob her eyes out inconsolably. Like, she’d probably full on collapse onto the floor wet cat style and just sob for a good hour or so. The second thing she’d do would be to immediately run to her computer and edit a tribute video for her darling while clinging to a plushie and binge eating sweets and pastries for comfort. She’d not take the news well at all and it would probably take her years to stop mourning, and she’d probably get very angry when other fans of her darling “abandon” them by moving on from the grief.

Cayce is going to find a way to blame herself, even if she had absolutely nothing to do with it at all. To her, it’s all somehow her fault and proof that she’s a fuck up and a delinquent and always will be. Her darling was her only chance of somehow improving her education and life and she wasted it all by being cruel. She wouldn’t be willing to cry because she’d see it as weak, so she’d probably get even angrier and more violent and take out her grief on everyone else.

Marie is another comfort eater, but instead of sweets she’s more likely to get the cold leftovers out of the fridge without bothering to microwave them. If her husband is still alive, then she’ll lament how she has to deal with the grief by herself and how her husband won’t comfort her, and if it’s after she’s killed him then she’ll lament that she’s completely on her own now. She’ll insist on not only attending the funeral but helping to arrange it.

Theophania would most likely go mad. If her darling died in battle, she’d blame herself and if they died by some other means then she’d be unable to comprehend why God would do this to her if monarchs are supposed to have God’s favour. She’d be bloodthirsty to execute anyone who might be responsible even if they were barely involved or it wasn’t her fault, and would probably delight in joining the executioner in the dungeon to watch and direct the torture inflicted on whatever scapegoat she’d managed to blame.

Smiley is going to crawl into a dark corner of their dark house and sulk. They likely wouldn’t move, talk or eat for a long time and would only move when they absolutely had to. They slowly get back to normal - or at least, as close to normal as Smiley can get - and get on with their work and life, but they’d never be the same. They’d definitely be a lot less optimistic. I think Smiley would be the most likely to eventually move on and find someone new to love, but when they do, they’d be watching their new darling even more closely to make sure that they’re okay. They won’t let their heart break again.

Chase is the most likely to have a hand in his darling’s death. While it’s possible that he’d get too angry in an argument and end up lashing out a bit too roughly, I also think it’s likely that he might encourage some bad or dangerous habits in his darling that would put them at risk. If you’ve seen Bojack Horseman and the scene where Sarah Lynn dies, then I can imagine Chase being in a similar situation with his darling. Chase is another one to not cry but instead of anger he represses through even more intense hedonism and end up going on a bender. He might even disappear, only to turn up after he gets caught doing something he shouldn’t - maybe he’s in a casino, or a brothel, or maybe even he was caught burying a body.

Dr. Hart is going to deny that his darling is dead. He’s a good doctor after all and he knew what he was doing - there was no way his darling could die under his care. While he’s less likely to kill his darling than Chase, it’s not impossible that he one day makes a mistake and gives his darling the wrong dose. If Dr. Hart’s darling died, he’d keep the corpse in his home, whether he had to dig it up or steal it from the morgue and he’d start experimenting on it, trying to find a way to “cure” death and bring his darling back to life, all while trying everything to prevent the inevitable decay that occurs.

Noah’s going to be another one to crawl into his home and become a recluse. He’ll have the videos he took of his darling playing on repeat as he tries to remember that parts of his darling that can’t be captured on camera, only to be horrified when he can’t because he was so busy trying to immortalise his darling on video rather than making real memories.

Jennifer is going to be disappointed and angry that she wasn’t the one to kill her slasher darling, but then sadness would set in as she realised she liked her darling a lot more than just wanting revenge. She begins to realise that she’ll never experience a lot of things with her darling again, and that she has to try to be normal again. No one really understands her the way her darling did and she’ll never feel quite as alive again. If her darling wears a mask and she can keep it she will. Of course, though, the villain in a slasher movie is never really dead…

Professor Moore is going to become withdrawn. He’s more likely to snap at his students and is less willing to help them in the way they need. He finds teaching a lot less rewarding now his daring isn’t there and never will be anymore. He can’t quite fathom how the school can go on without his darling, much less how he’ll go on, but the glasses of whiskey he throws back while marking papers at least dull the edge a little.

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