Sometimes, the memories would catch him off guard. The memories of being helpless. Being nothing more than a pebble for the stronger to kick around, to step on, to over look, to sneer at because of its worthlessness.
He'd remember the times he'd try to slip away from the crowds that felt like jungles for the monsters to lurk in just so he wouldn't have to try to keep a constant look out for them, knowing they were predators and he was their prey. Knowing they were always on the prowl, waiting for even the smallest opening to attack.
He'd remember pleading for mercy that never came, begging for help that never arrived. The beasts were savage but not stupid, they knew exactly how to attack using deception and the shadows as their cloak. When the teachers would be looking away, when their peers would be most likely to turn a blind eye, they'd strike.
He'd remember, after the shock of the ambush had subsided and when the attack was over, how he would attempt to savage any amount of pride and self worth that they hadn't ripped away from him to stand once more and walk on, more bruised internally, more damaged mentally.
He'd remembered how those who hadn't attacked him stared at him with piercing eyes, whispers of pity floating through the air and striking at his confidence, slowly tearing it down. Peers that would watch him suffer but never offer a helping hand out of this torment, too afraid to become prey themselves.
"Demons and imps could be dark angels and saviours in disguise."
He couldn't believe that the warrior he had seen that day was human. No, there was no way she could have been human, no less a student at this school. Her image seemed to glow with a dark light as she towered above her fallen foes, the ones who tried to tear her down, break her spirit, crush her, like all those monsters had done to him, but she had prevailed. She had been like a strike of lightning and thunder; loud, blindingly bright, deadly, something that couldn't be ignored, no matter how short it's time of brilliance actually was. He watched as the fire in her eyes looked like a blazing inferno that could burn all in it's path with no mercy but oddly, could also bring warmth and protection to those fortunate enough.
He wanted that inferno in him.
He wanted to learn how to be like this beautiful dark angel before him.
He wanted to know how to have this type of strength.
"What you worship is slowly what you will become."
He had, indeed, worshipped her. Not only him, but the others who had become victims to their malevolent tormentors. She was strong. She had been their saviour from their purgatory, the thing they had been asking for, begging for. She had been their answered prayer. For that, they followed her. For that studied her, listened to her, watched her, worked for her, grew for her...
Became like her.
They imitated her and her ways, the way she spoke, the way she acted, the way she walked, the way she did everything. They changed how they looked to appear more like their strong leader.
They did all they could to appear like her, to mask their true, miserable selves and weak pasts.
"For even a sheep can appear in wolf's clothing."
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I honestly loved the new delinquents backstory so what better way to prove that than to write it! I wrote this for a challenge but no harm in uploading it here, right?
Ohh, I wonder which delinquent that Mr Delinquent is? Have fun imagining~
I'll put the disclaimer here!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yandere Simulator, or this plot really I guess, only this story and how his thoughts are written out.