A Yandere Simulator Fanfiction, A Parody/Comedy. Taken from the idea from DashieXP videos.
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Chapter 3: Killer Plushy Doll!
*At Yuno's House* Time: 12:45 PM.
Ayano was invited to Yuno's house so she could show her something she just bought over the weekend.
"So what's popping Yuno Gasai?" Ayano asked her best friend.
"This is popping." Yuno said and claps three times.
"What?" Ayano asked looking around Yuno's house.
"Give it a sec." Yuno said and sits down on the couch with Ayano. Just then a plush doll of Yuno comes walking up to them.
"Hello friends." She said in a happy voice.
"I GOT A TALKING PLUSH DOLL OF ME!" Yuno exclaimed happily.
"Yo! That is fucking fire! Damn!" Ayano said in shock that Yuno had this thing.
"You wanna see something cooler? You thirsty?"
"Hell yeah." Yuno claps and the Plush doll of her walks to the kitchen and gets coke.
"She's gonna get me a drink?" Ayano asked looking back at the Plush doll as it entered the kitchen and the door was open.
"Yea." Yuno said crossing her legs.
"Um...how much money was that?"
"10,000 dollars." Ayano shook her head in disbelief.
"How'd you get that kind of money Yuno?"
"Even If I told you, you wouldn't want to know." Yuno shrugged.
"So could I get some of that money though? Like any extra change?"
"No."
"No. Okay then cool." The plush comes back with a coke for Ayano in her hands.
"Here's your coke mam." Said the plush in a sweet voice.
"Oh wow! I didn't know you had dark soda." Ayano said opening her soda.
"Me neither. Oh um I got to make a quick call with Yuki, you just enjoy that soda I'll be back." Yuno said and went into her room to call her BF Yuki.
"Okay...alright...damn I got to get me one of those. Got to Facebook this shit." Ayano took her phone out and took 3 pictures of the plushy. "Hashtag my Plushy." Ayano said and posted it on her page. Ayano looks at the plushy and says, "Wow...you are fire."
"Speaking of fire, I may not be able to smell, but your breath is hot." The plushy said in a demonic girl voice.
"What!? Yuno! This bitch-"
"What?" Yuno asked alarmed by her Yandere friend's outburst. Yuno goes back to sit with her.
"This bitch just said that my breath is hot. How'd she say that?"
"Uh, I'm pretty sure she's not programmed to say that." Yuno said and patted her doll's head.
"Look, I ain't bullshitting. You know what, forget that. She got me this coke so. It's all good." Ayano said and takes a sip of her coke.
"Yea-Uh I got to make another call to Yuki, sorry." Yuno said and went back to her room.
"Ok...I'll be sitting here then. Drinking my coke."
"I've should have gotten you a diet coke you fat fuck." Said the plushy doll, again in a demonic voice. Ayano entered Yandere mode as her pupils got smaller and her head starts twitching.
"What the fuck did you just call me-YUNO!" Ayano snapped out of Yandere mode quickly.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Look Yuno. Enough is enough girl, alright this plushy bitch just called me a fat fuck. Do I look fat to you!? No I am at least 105 pounds."
"Alright listen Ayano, she's not programmed to do that kind of stuff. She is very nice, like me by the way, and I paid a ton of money for her. So that my friends can enjoy her and have fun."
"The only thing she's doing is calling me names Yuno."
"She dosen't do that Ayano. You're disrespecting her. Look at what she can do." Yuno claps twice and the plushy starts to dance.
"Alright, I ain't gonna front, that's cool."
"It's awesome."
"Yea but listen she's calling me names and I think you need to get your money back and resend that shit."
"Stop insulting her intelligence Ayano. You know what? When you're insulting her, you're insulting me-look I need to take another phone call." Yuno leaves the room again.
"I will beat your ass like Shion did Satoko." Said the evil plushy. Ayano picks her up.
"You think this is funny you little shit? I fucking hate you bitch! You know what, go get me a fucking snack you bitch! And it better be a good snack too bitch!" Ayano said and throws the Plushy to the floor and she gets back up and runs into the kitchen. "Motherfucker wanna call me names...fuck that...still cool though I ain't gonna lie."
The Yuno Plushy Doll comes back with a butcher knife. "I WILL KILL YOU." She says to Ayano.
"HELL NO! YUNO! I can't take this anymore!" Ayano started to get mad.
"What? What's wrong Ayano-chan?" Yuno asked not really knowing why Ayano was acting so strange.
"This bitch said she was gonna kill me and got a fucking knife."
"That's not a knife, that's a fiber one bar. Maybe she gets those things mixed up."
"She had a knife a second ago!"
"Maybe she's just trying to tell you that you need more fiber in your diet. It's a 10,000 dollar talking and moving plushy of me."
"Fuck a 10,000 dollar plushy." Ayano then claps her hands twice and the Yuno plushy starts to dance and drops the fiber one bar.
"Don't do that, now she's dancing."
"Fuck the dancing Yuno. This bitch tried to kill me! This is not cool! I do the killing around here! I'm a fucking Yandere for fucks sake!"
"You know what..I've got to take another phone call." Yuno gets up and leaves to her room to speak with Yuki again.
"Fuck this!" Ayano takes the plushy and goes back to her house. Yuno finished her talk with Yuki and finds Ayano missing. Yuno comes across a note saying: Sorry Yuno I took your dope ass plushy though. Peace out Yuno.'
*At Ayano's House*
Ayano goes to her kitchen and talks to the Plushy.
"10,000 dollars huh you bitch? I'm about to show you 10,000 ways to die! I've got something for your pink haired ass. You think you're a hot little Plushy don't yea?" Ayano puts her in the oven. "You're about to be hot bitch in the oven! Have fun burning you stupid shit plushy!"
*10 Minutes Later*
Ayano was on the phone talking to Info-Chan while going to the kitchen to check on the Yuno Plushy Doll. "Shit, you know what I did, I put that bitch in the oven. Ain't nobody telling me to-" A fire roars inside the kitchen as Ayano entered inside. She steps back as a giant Yuno plushy doll was in flames and had a huge knife. "Yo...LET ME CALL YOU BACK!" Ayano runs away from the giant plushy chasing her.
