So the end of chapter 4 kind of marks the beginning of this story's plot. More details on that in the author's note at the end.
This was the last chapter I finished before I started posting so updates from here will be every 5 days or weekly—assuming you guys want more. That is unless I get really inspired and just knock out a few more chapters. (I have the rest of the story outlined and whatnot, it just has to be written). It's a pretty long chapter though so I hope it gives you much...joy? Or maybe that it triggers you? I dunno what I'm going for with this one.
Even though I've been assured everyone's cool with it, I'm still going to apologize for being a little sick in the head—as evidenced by this entire project.
P.S.: Some of you may have noticed I changed this story's name from "A Yandere's Worse Nightmare" To "A Yandere's Worst Nightmare" Explanation: I was really tired when I first uploaded this and my friend—the grammar Nazis god—had an absolute fit. He was right of course but the way he acted as if I didn't know how "bad", "worse", and "worst" work was super annoying so I tried to convince him I did it on purpose. But then, as he predicted, I absolutely couldn't make the title make sense. Curse his expertise. Long story short, he won, I changed it.
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Remember, Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
-Vronsurd
Chapter 4
Neo watched Whor-by slump over, her limp form held up by the chains. A single drop of blood slid down her rosy cheek. The origin of the traveling red gem was the slight point of contact between Ruby's face and Neo's blade.
Neo had pulled her blade short just as her entertainment fainted from pure terror.
What a cutie.
Neo had seen many a slut pass out from the pain she enjoyed inflicting. But she had never seen one lose consciousness in fear.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I don't know what I've done. But I'll do anything. Please don't hurt me anymore." Neo played back Ruby's final plea in her mind. How could she resist such an adorable request? If Pyrr-whore had responded to her lesson like that then she'd still be breathing—possibly.
Neo still might have killed her. The giant bench's pleas weren't nearly as cute as this child's.
And the red slut was pretty short.
Neo liked that in a bench.
Of course…there was the problem of the little wench having seen her eyes. Pink and brown. It was a pretty rare color combination—not that anyone would be able to catch her. But still…it was probably better safe than sorry. Cinder would be pissed as hell if Neo did anything that endangered her plans for the Vytal festival.
Blerg.
What to do… What to do…
She didn't want to get rid of this incredible toy…but Cinder was better left…uncrossed.
Neo paced back and forth, sparing the slutty Rose a glance every few seconds.
As funny as it had been to see the scared whore's reaction to "You really do have such a cute little face…I bet it'll look even better inside out." Neo was one-hundred percent certain that an inside out face would ruin the little girl's charm.
"Ah." She released the closest utterance to a word that her scarred throat could produce.
She would have to kill her. There was no other choice. As fun as the whore had been, she wasn't worth risking Cinder's anger. Few things were.
The slut was already bleeding. Neo had been careful to avoid inflicting any instantly fatal wounds like her arteries or organs but she'd still be dead within an hour or two without proper medical attention.
Neo stared at red-slut's puffy eyes and watery nose. There was something…delectable about this one. Something that made Neo want to push this innocent youth further into the abyss.
She wouldn't turn her face inside out because that would spoil the fun.
But she would wake her back up.
And she would make her endure twice as much as she already had.
Fingers and toes. She bet this whore's response to losing her digits would be absolutely titillating. Maybe she should start by snipping off a few fingers when she was still unconscious. Neo imagined the whore waking up to a clumsily trimmed stump for a hand. Neo picture the surprise, shock, and horror that would dance across the girl's vision before they were replaced with an absolute hopelessness—a bottomless pit of despair.
And then she would die.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I don't know what I've done. But I'll do anything. Please don't hurt me anymore."
Neo sighed. It was a good beg—one of the best she had heard from a whore-faced-slut-bench.
That decided it. Neo was not without a heart. She wouldn't inflict anymore pain on this dear child. She would just slash the whore's throat and be done with it, abandoning her plans for hours of more torture. This was the kind of merciful grace that she possessed. These were the kind of gentle and caring qualities that would draw her and her beloved together into a hot tangled mess of fate and romance.
She approached the red-whore, twirling her knife with practiced grace.
And then an idea struck her. An excellent idea. Sure, the scarlet harlot had begged for relief from the torture…and Neo intended to grant her request. But there were still ways to break the glimmer in those virtuous eyes—even without physical pain.
And she'd be killing two birds with one stone. It would be all too perfect.
Neo spared a glance at the bench she had brutalized. I will return.
Neo accessed her semblance and all went dark. She returned to the material world in a familiar location: her beloved's room. She kept her back turned on Jaune. If she so much at looked at him after tonight's thrilling "festivities" she wouldn't want to leave, not without a quick kiss, which would turn into a loving stroke, which would turn into god-knows-what.
No. Not yet. He was hers but she couldn't take him fully yet. Not when there were still so many distracting sluts, whores, tramps, and trollops flitting about her prince.
She kept her eyes trained on the whor-ange. There she was, arms and legs splayed, asleep without a care in the world. Cradled next to her, like a lover, was her much-adored hammer. A bit of drool hung from the corner of her wide-open mouth. She muttered something about how "one-hundred pancakes aren't enough".
Oh. This slut would make fine furniture. She wasn't as repulsive as the giant bench from before. Repulsive benches were no fun to sit on—they were too disgusting. And she also wasn't as adorable as the skank bleeding out in the dungeons below. Adorable furniture was a bother since Neo tended to get attached and did not want to break it too quickly.
Neo imagined bashing in the slut's kneecaps with her own hammer—right next to the red whore. The sound of the slutty pumpkin's screams would drive strawberry whore over the edge—Neo was sure of that. The tiny whore would go insane—and Neo wouldn't have to lay so much as a finger on her. Neo shivered, not just in eager anticipation of her devilish plot, but also because she detected that bloodlust from before. It was heavy, thick, and pervasive.
Neo spared a glance over her shoulder—making sure to keep her gaze off the beautiful hunk of a man that belonged to her—afraid that she would not be able to control herself if she set sight on that lovely form.
The green, black, and pink one was fast asleep. Pyrr-whore was…oh right. At the bottom of a lake.
Hmm. Maybe Glynda was still nearby. No matter. Neo wasn't planning to stick around.
With one hand she touched the tramp's shoulder and with the other she gripped the slut's hammer. It took her half a second to recall the spatial coordinates of her personal torture chamber. For an instant—just before she warped the fabric of space—she felt…something. Pleasure, fear, anger…she wasn't sure what.
And then she was back. Far away from whatever phenomenon was occurring in that room. So she put it out of her mind.
Neo's first victim of the night was just as she had left her, with one major exception. She was still chained, bleeding, and cute as all hell, but now she was awake. She looked up when Neo arrived, eyes searching for her mystery captor in the darkness.
Since Neo had decided to kill them both anyway she didn't feel the need to wrap herself in shadow as she had earlier. She reached into her special spatial pocket and withdrew a dust powered lantern she kept for special occasions just like these.
Terror-stricken gray eyes locked onto her.
The room flooded with mellow light.
"Y-you're back." The bloody whore pressed herself into the wall, shrinking as far away from Neo as her restraints would allow.
What a precious little reaction. What a precious little whore.
Her eyes drifted to Neo's second guest, still asleep, lying on the ground. "Is that Nora? What are you going to do to her?"
Neo smiled sweetly at the slutty red child. Here she was bleeding out, her life-force draining away, and still she displayed such selfless concern for others. Neo had been spot on in her assessment. Breaking the orange skank would break the red one as well. Oh…how she longed to see that broken, fractured, dull, transparent look in the red one's eyes.
She pirouetted as she approached the sleeping slut, dancing to a glorious rhythm only she could hear. She crouched beside her and poked her cheek several times. When those slutty eyelids began to flutter Neo stood, bent, and hefted Nora's hammer as best she could. Its weight immediately took her off balance.
When she was dealing with little red riding whore Neo had whittled away the slut's aura while she was still asleep—only chaining her up and beginning the main entertainment when she was already vulnerable to physical pain.
But for the Whor-ange Neo had something better planned. She would wake her up, and knock out her entire slutty whora-aura with one massive blunt attack.
The orange slut's eyes opened.
"Nora move!" Screamed the red slut hoarsely.
Too late for that. Neo already had the orange slut's massive mallet lifted above her head. It was heavy. No, that was an understatement. It was extremely heavy.
For a moment it seemed as if the weight of the hammer would bring Neo crashing backwards. But, unfortunately for the whor-ange, Neo was a master of space and balance. She used her semblance to teleport herself several feet above the pumpkin-whore into a position favorable for bringing down the great hammer with maximum force.
She aimed for the whore's knee. Perhaps, if Neo was lucky, the hammer head would burst right through the whore's aura and crush her kneecap. If not, Neo was sure the blow would still wipe out most of the orange's aura, which meant she could bust the kneecap for sure with the second strike.
The orange-bench-whore uttered the name of the person she had expected to wake up to as her eyes opened fully, "Ren?"
And then the bench devolved into screams and howls.
Neo's luck was on point today. The slut's own hammer had slammed right through her aura shield and into her knee. The sound of bones fracturing was delightful, like the sound of a swing-and-hit in a game of dust-ball.
And…as expected…the red slut's outcry joined the orange one's agony.
"Stop!" She begged. "Please stop! Why are you doing this!?" The little red slut was sobbing again, gasping for air. "Why would anyone do this?"
Neo watched the orange slut writhe with a lazy smile before turning towards her questioner. She approached the chained up slut, dragging the bloody hammer behind her. She withdrew her scroll and typed out a message.
"This is what happens when you take what is mine."
The red slut read her message; her brow furrowed and her nose scrunched.
Neo felt her pulse quicken, an irrational anger flooding through her veins.
Please little red slut, don't act as if you don't know what I'm talking about. Don't act confused. You'll ruin everything. If you act like you don't know what you've done…I don't know what I'll do.
If the red slut could have listened to Neo's internal discussions perhaps she would have kept her mouth shut. Perhaps she would have choked down her words.
"What…? I've never taken anything from you. I don't even know who you are…"
Neo gritted her teeth, infuriated by the very idea that this skanky red garbage heap would feign ignorance. So little red wanted to play stupid? What a tragic mistake. Neo hoisted Nora's hammer. She would crush those deceitful, lying lips into powder. She lifted the hammer higher, more careful with her balance this time. One blow, that's all it would take to split her skull in two.
It was a shame though. Neo had hoped to see a more complicated despair in her eyes than simple fear of death. Oh well. This wasn't so bad.
She was just about to bring the hammer crashing down when something grabbed her boot. Something disgusting. She glanced down.
"R-ruby…"
The orange slut had dragged herself, mangled leg and all, to where Neo stood. Behind her was a trail of smeared along the concrete. Neo lowered the hammer slowly, resting the grip on her shoulder. The cumbersome weapon was still heavy but this position made things easier. She turned towards the whor-ange. Those slutty fingers were still wrapped around her boot.
Neo looked down at those desperate eyes.
And had a wonderful idea.
Maintaining eye contact with the ginger trollop and sneering wickedly, she licked up and down her finger and then motioned towards her boot.
The message was clear. If she didn't want Neo to split the red whore's head like water melon, she better start licking her boots—to show how very sorry she was for being a disgusting slutty orangutan who didn't deserve to live in the same world as Jaune Arc—much less the same room.
Nora's face twisted into a grimace of horror. She was a warrior, a huntress, a Valkyrie, the idea of throwing away the pride that accompanied these titles seemed a worse blow to her than being maimed by her own hammer.
Neo motioned towards an imaginary watch on her wrist and then slowly licked the back of her hand.
Come on you stupid skank. I know you'll do it.
Growing impatient, Neo kicked the slut in the face with her free foot—several times.
Eye's swelling shut and face battered, the orange slut ceased hesitating and lowered her face towards the shoe.
"Don't do it!" Cried the red slut.
Too late.
If Neo could have shouted in glee she would have. She hoisted the hammer once again. The moment the orange slut's tongue touched Neo's shoe she would officially be broken. Her pride and identity as a warrior would be irreparably shattered.
Which meant Neo would have no further use for her. And her death would have the added plus of breaking the littlest whore. It was a win-win.
And there it was; tongue met shoe.
Now for the fun part. Neo brought the hammer moderately high—she wanted to deal a lethal blow the whore-faced orange's spine but not an instantaneous death. She looked over her shoulder at the red slut—she wanted to make sure she was watching every moment.
Of course, the irritatingly cute slut had her eyes shut tight.
Coward.
No matter. Neo turned back to the orange slut. This was still plenty fun. Neo sang merrily inside her head to a familiar tune. Crack goes the skank's back.
"Stop"
The hairs on the back of Neo's neck prickled.
Her eyes widened.
Her grip on the hammer tightened.
It was back. That terrifying feeling from Jaune's room. That bloodlust so thick that it felt as if she was wading through neck-deep water. Her heart beat intensified and her breathing quickened ever so slightly. What was this force before her? What was this darkness?
Neo's gaze slowly traveled up and away from her latest victim.
Black hair. A pink highlight. Green clothes.
It was the R in JNR. The insignificant male gnat that she didn't mind allowing to subside beside her beautiful Jaune. How the hell had he found her?
His expression was blank. His pink eyes were absolutely empty. He was just staring at Nora, as she bled on the ground, his expression, an absolute mask. She had seen those eyes before, but she wasn't sure when. Her mind was screaming at her to be afraid. To be very afraid. But she wasn't sure why.
He spoke, his voice a dull monotone; his gaze lingered on Nora. "I noticed your presence a while back…"
Neo was only half paying attention to what he was saying. The rest of her focused on her next move. She hated to wipe out all of Jaune's team…but what else could she do at this point? Besides, for all she knew this boy could be gay—just waiting for an opportunity to lure Jaune to the dark side. Yes, he would have died eventually regardless.
The beansprout didn't look particularly strong. She would wait for the perfect opportunity and then—when his guard was lowered, for even a millisecond—she would strike.
Neo was so caught up in her thoughts that she did not process the words the black haired boy was speaking—if she had been listening, perhaps she would not have made such a fatal error in judgement. Perhaps she would have fled that very moment.
"I am a man of few possessions…I believe in sharing and I get along with my friends…" Ren's pink lifeless eyes finally lifted off of his childhood friends collapsed form and onto Neo. "But what's mine is mine and…"
Neo blinked. She didn't mean to. It just happened. And during that blink something happened. A transformation occurred. Restraint broke.
The wind gust from his sudden movement sent her lantern skittering into the wall, dimming the room immensely. A single massive hand crushed her throat. Moving with the speed of a bullet he flew across the room, slamming and pinning her to the wall. The force of the collision sent the orange slut's hammer flying from Neo's small hands.
Suddenly the room was alight, pink flames crawled across the floor. Broiling heat blasted through the space. The hand on her throat scorched and burned.
Neo finally realized where she had seen those emotionless pupils before. Now that she was getting a good look at them, just before they transformed into pinpricks of rage.
The mirror. She had seen those eyes in the mirror.
Ren's voice erupted like a dormant volcano. Gone was the reserved and thoughtful nature, gone was the friendly smile and wise countenance. His voice ripped through Neo like a chainsaw, shredding her innards with blind indifference. "…Nora is mine."
As his burning grip on her throat tightened, Neo panicked. The hell flames that were fanning out across the room were pulsating from his body—a physical embodiment of his fury. His sleeves had rolled back to reveal eerily defined arms, every muscle straining against the skin that caged it.
He cocked back a fist.
Neo's eyes widened when a spinning blanket of purplish pink fire coated his knuckles and the arm they were attached to.
And then she remembered her semblance. A whistling noise drowned out the sound of shattering glass as she teleported herself a few feet to the right, to her umbrella. When she popped back into existence she heard a boom, followed by an explosion of rock and dust.
Sword back in hand, she briefly considered fighting. That is, until she realized where the whistling, boom, and explosion had come from. The whistle had been Ren's punch accelerating. The boom, had been his fist bursting past the sound barrier. And the explosion had occurred when he hit the wall.
The dust settled quickly enough for her to see that his punch had destroyed the adjacent wall, as well as the walls in the cell next to them, and the walls in the cell next to that one, and the walls in the cell next to that one. Purple flames danced around the edges of the demolished walls, lapping at the stone. It looked as if someone had detonated a bomb.
"Oh come on. Don't be a pussy. Take a punch. Normally, I'd just maim you for touching Nora but you f***ing violated her." Ren's eyes were all fury but his smile was all pleasure. "So I'm going to obliterate every cell in your body." He inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if oxygen was some kind of potent drug. "I'm going to make it like you never existed in the first place b*tch."
Neo just barely managed to activate her semblance before Ren's supersonic fist of flaming death came into contact with her face. She instinctively teleported to a place far away, a place she hoped would be safe from this psycho.
Neo swore to herself as she popped back into existence.
Sh*t.
There was nothing worse than a goddamn yandere.
And there you have it. The answer to the question: what is a yandere's worst nightmare...?
More than one of them in the story!
Some of you will probably complain "you said this chapter will set up the plot! All you did was set up a premise!" To which I respond:
hrehrwfheriggrr. shutup.
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-Vronsurd
