He's Done
~???'s Pov~
I gripped my bag walking in today. This had to be perfect, I had to go completely unnoticed, or else. But even if I butcher it, it'll be worth it. The kids here may not know, but I'll be the hero.
I walked torwards her locker and gave a warm smile despite my thoughts of her. I asked Ayano kindly to follow me, and she immediately nodded, blushing a lot. While passing by I noticed Osana scowling and Emily trying her best not to look. I sighed and led the yandere to a closet.
"What are we doing here?" I shoved her on the ground and closed the door. Then opening my bag, I equipped a katana. "This is what we're doing here." She looked terrified and trembled. "I-I'm sorry S-senpai." I glared. "Do you even know what you did wrong?" She shook her head. "Let's see, there's threatening my crush, attempting to attack two of my classmates, and actually attacking my best friend." "B-but Senpai!" "No don't 'Senpai' me. Do you even know my name? Cause you never use it! How would you like me not using your name. Oh Yandere-chan! Oh Yandere-chan! Fuck you. All you do is threaten people. You know why I don't have a club? Because I'm too busy hiding outside of the Info Club making sure you don't stab Emily! You act so violently torwards her? All she does is fangirl slightly and help you. So you insult, belittle, and injure her. Gee you're such a great friend. You act like her being your gay stalker is the worst thing ever, yet being my straight stalker is clearly without fault. Uh, no! She never violently attacked anyone. All she did was follow you around occasionally. Oh no, clearly a sin, send her straight to hell."
After my tangent she just sat there trying to find an excuse for her actions but clearly couldn't. She sighed. "Why does everyone hate me for disliking Klutz-chan this week?" "I don't know crazy bitch with a knife. I don't know." I sarcastically commented. "Now gimme one good reason not to kill you." She smiled nervously trying to quickly get an excuse. "Well, uh, ummmm.. Aha! Emily would be miserable. Therefore I should live." She smiled proudly. "Yes she'll be more miserable without a source of unneeded hatred torwards her than with constant insults and rejection." "Ugh! You know what fine! Just kill me. I'll have more fun in hell than with you hating me." She moped. I smiled and pat her on the head. "Thanks for a reason." I chuckled and began to walk away. "Look on the bright side. Now you and Emily have something in common. Both of your crushes despise you."