The rating of this story has been changed to T. I have found that M rated stories are something ENTIRELY different than what I understood. ._.'' Forgive me for that. DX

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Warning: Um… I don't know what to put as a warning for this one… There's violence, but I'm not sure how to word Mr. Pickles' actions... (Does it even need a warning?) I'll just put a warning just in case. Better safe than sorry, right? :D

'No… How did he find me…?' Lammy stared back at the man who she knew too well. His smile grew wider as he finally ripped his gaze from her and began walking away. Confused, but relieved, Lammy relaxed her shoulders and sat on the floor. She was about to get up until she heard a noise from the living room that sounded like a doorknob shaking. 'Oh no… He's trying to get in!' Just as she thought that, there was a loud smash that came from downstairs. She couldn't let him find her.

The purple haired woman jumped to her feet and lunged for her bedroom door, quickly locking it. She ran for the window again and covered it with her curtains, then made a mad dash to her closet where she hid, locking the door behind her. After finding a hiding spot behind all of her new clothes, she finally let the thoughts rush through her head. 'What is he doing here?! How did he find me?! How did he become a human?! ' A heavy depressing feeling loomed over her after the last thought came to question.

'That's right… How is he…?' the thought alone caused her to tremble in fear. He was once an inanimate object who could talk, see, think and feel like any human would, that alone is far from normal, but to be able to become a human. She didn't have time to think on the matter any longer, for she heard the knob of her bedroom door begin to shake. She hushed her breathing and scooted back into the corner of the dark walk in closet.

For a few moments, there was nothing but silence until a soft click echoed. Lammy recognized the sound of her bedroom door unlocking. 'No! No! How?! You can't!' she pleaded to herself. She cupped her hands around her face and buried her head in her knees. She listened as she heard him walk in her room and stop, then the sound of a door opening.

A few steps were taken before the clothes on a rack were moved.

Lammy didn't have to look up to know he was standing right in front of her. "Did you really think I wouldn't check the closet?" he chuckled. Lammy looked up to see him staring directly at her with a gentle smile, the kind of smile you'd think twice about believing it belonged to a killer. The purple haired woman just frowned at him. She was cornered now and was at a disadvantage. Her instincts were telling her to fight back, but she knew she couldn't win against him, and she didn't want to die anytime soon, so she was left with only one option:

Run away.

She saw a narrow escape and took the opportunity. She lunged for the open space beside him and ran out from her hiding place. She was about to make it to the closet door until she felt something catch her feet and pull them back causing her to fall face first onto the hard wood floor. Groaning in pain, she picked up her head to behind her to see Mr. Pickles twirling his cane smugly. "You've gotten bad at this…" he sighed while shaking his head. He kneeled next to her and looked her in the eye. "Like you haven't even been thinking of me…" he seethed. He was no longer smiling at her and his voice was dripping with malice. His cold gaze scared her, never has she ever seen him or anyone make a face that intimidating towards her. She looked away quickly and shut her eyes in order to escape the frightening gaze.

The dark green haired man narrowed his eyes in agitation. "Look at me." He snarled harshly. Lammy was too afraid to look back at him. Seeing him again made her remember all of the terrible things that happened back at her hometown. All of the murders, the crimes committed, the death of her friends and family all surged back into her brain, the worst part was that she trusted him, called him her best friend and let him live in her house. How could she have been so stupid? She held back her tears and shook her head. "No?" his voice deepened.

Frustrated, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up to look at him. "You're saying no TO ME?! After what you did, do you think you still have any authority to tell ME what to do?!" he yelled in her face. He bent his head down to lean his face closer to her. "You left me in that trashcan, hoping I would rot away to wherever I was sent to, and you expect me to listen to you?! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR US!" he threw her back, causing her to hit the door head first.

Lammy's head hit the door hard, causing her to feel a sharp pain in her head. She couldn't hold it any longer, the tears came streaming down her face as she held her head and curled up into a ball, letting out a soft sob.

Mr. Pickles' anger began to ebb away as he watched her writhe in pain and listen to her sobs gradually getting louder. Realizing he had hurt her, he regretted throwing her across the closet. He got up and walked up to the balled up girl on the floor.

Feeling two hands pick her up, Lammy lifted her head in confusion to find Mr. Pickles carrying her effortlessly, like how a groom carries his bride when they run out of the chapel after they've just been married. He walked out of her closet and sat her down on her bed. Moving her bangs out of her face, he inspected her injury on her forehead then sighed in relief seeing it was only a bruise. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He coaxed her like a child and kissed her forehead where her wound was.

Lammy stopped sobbing, her eyes wide and her mind a complete blank. He was just mad at her a second ago, and now he's worrying about her wellbeing? The woman flinched when he gently removed her hands from holding her head and kissed them lightly. "I'm sorry Lammy I didn't mean to hurt you…" Lammy was at a loss for words, all she could do was stare at him in disbelief. What is going on?

"Why are you here…?" she whispered, expecting him to hit her again. He stared down at her hands for a bit before he answered with a smile. "Isn't it obvious? I came to see you." "But why?" she blurted without thinking. The tall man turned his gaze away and let go of her hands, putting his own hand underneath his chin as if to ponder.

'He's thinking… Didn't he come in here to kill me too?' she tensed at the thought. 'Maybe he's planning how to kill me…' She looked up to see Mr. Pickles shrug and turned his attention back to her. "My initial plan was to make you suffer for deserting me." 'I knew it.' She was about to make another dash for the door, but Mr. Pickles put his hands on her shoulders. "But then I realized, why kill her and only cause her pain only for a while, when I can do it as many times as I want?"

He glanced at the purple haired woman who was staring at him with a dumbfounded expression across her face. "The three weeks curse. You do know of it don't you?" She gasped and crawled back on the bed away from him until her back hit the wall. He wanted to torture her as much as he wanted, and if she died during the torment, she would come back the next day and it would start all over again.

"That's-"

"Horrible?" he finished. "Makes you think twice about trying to kill me off, doesn't it?" He grinned widely.

"No… that's not the only reason is it?" she stared back, catching a hint of surprise in his gaze. "If you really wanted to hurt me, you wouldn't have check up on my injury and kissed my forehead. There's something else, isn't there?" she questioned. 'I don't know what, but there's something else he's hiding… Whatever it is, it can't be good…' she thought.

He just stood there at the edge of her bed, staring at her blankly for a good while until he blinked and broke eye contact with her again. "Out of all the things…" his voice trailed off as he took a step back from the bed and started to pace. Lammy tilted her head in confusion, watching in awe at the tall man's unusual behavior.

Silence dragged on as Mr. Pickles kept pacing, making Lammy more uneasy with each passing second. She had no idea if what she said would bring a good or bad result to all of this.

After what seemed like hours, he stopped pacing and turned back to Lammy. He sighed and approached the bed again, this time crawling onto it and stopped once he towered over her. Lammy shuddered as he got closer and backed up into the wall, hugging her legs tightly.

"I think you deserve to know the truth." He spoke calmly while he stroked her hair. "The truth is I'm in love with you, I always have." His gaze trailed off to look at the long lilac purple strands of hair between his fingers. "It broke my heart when you threw me away back then. After that, I couldn't think of anything but how to hurt you and make you pay…" his eyes narrowed and the light in his eyes darkened. "I had plenty of time to think about it too, once I finally escaped the garbage truck. You wouldn't believe how many ways I thought up to cause you pain and suffering…" he started twirling the soft strands of hair between his fingers and looked back into the woman's lavender colored eyes, his eyes shining again. "But after seeing you writhe in pain and cry so helplessly, I don't think I can bring myself to do it again. I thought my feelings for you were gone, but now that I get to see you I've fallen in love with you all over again. Seeing your happy smile, looking into your eyes, and seeing your cheery nature made me remember why I fell for you in the first place." A genuine smile of happiness spread across his lips. "I love you."

Lammy's eyes were as large as dinner plates by the time he finished confessing. Tears obscured her vision once more and trickled down her tear-soaked cheeks. 'He loves me… He loves me.' She repeated the dreaded words of the man she despised and feared most in life.

Looking back, it all finally made sense -him sparing her from the fire, staying with her in the mental hospital, always tagging along with her wherever she went. It was because he loved her.

The woman didn't move or speak. She kept trying to convince herself in her head that this was a sick joke, a game he was making up in order to scare her. She tried to convince herself, but she knew it was true, she just couldn't accept it.

Seeing her frozen in shock, his smile didn't waver. He continued smiling at her lovingly and kissed her forehead again. "You probably don't love me back, but I'm fine with that." He said as he leaned his face closer to her. "After the three week period, you won't have a choice anymore! You'll be mine forever!" he said in the sweetest voice and closed his eyes with glee.

Lammy started to sob at this point, unable to endure this any longer. She started weeping and buried her head in her knees. 'No, please no…' Everything she strived for was gone in an instant, taken by the same person who stole her freedom in the first place. She thought she could pick up the broken shards of her life and create a new, better one where she could be free, have friends and not be tied down to her past like before. The life she was trying to create shattered before her very eyes, broken by the same person who got her into this mess, and she couldn't do a thing about it.

Mr. Pickles opened his eyes to see her hiding her face again. "Lammy." He whispered softly. When she didn't look up, he cupped his hands around her cheeks and lifted her face up to him again. "If it will make you feel better, I'll let you have your three weeks with your friends and you can go on with your life normally, but when times up, wherever you are, I'm going to find you, and if you're with your friends, I'm going to murder all of them. It's only fair, right? Besides, they'll come back the next day- you just won't be there to see them." He chuckled.

Lammy let out a loud sob. How could he think this is okay?

"Shh… It's okay." He cooed as he wiped the tears from her face with his thumb. "We'll be so happy together, you and I."

He was about to say more before he felt a slight vibration on his wrist. Removing his hands from Lammy's face, Mr. Pickles sat up and moved his sleeve out of the way to see the watch-like trinket on his wrist. It was a tracker his roommate gave to him, meaning his roommate can see wherever he is on the town map and can send him messages. This one read "Bedtime, time to come home." He sighed and moved his sleeve back. "I have to go." He muttered, almost sounding like he was pouting. He took one last look at Lammy and smiled. "I'll miss you." He whispered as he got off the bed and made his way to her closet where he left his cane. He walked out of her room, closing the bedroom door and the front door, locking it again before he left.

She waited for the sound of her front door closing before she moved up to her pillows and buried her face in one. She wailed loudly in the cushion, hoping that this was just a bad dream and that the next morning, she'll be okay.

I must say, typing Mr. Pickles love confession while listening to the music box version of Toeto makes it a lot more innocent that it should be. O_O either that or I'm just used to yandere stories. XD

I don't know, I think I did pretty well with this chapter. :D What do you think?

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