Yandere! Jack Frost
You were walking home, as usual, whistling a happy tune.
‘I hope Jack got home okay.’
You pondered on that thought for a while, you often thought about him. A piercing scream interrupted your thoughts, without a moment of hesitation you ran to where the scream came from. As you approached the alleyway, flesh ripping and squelching could be heard. You took a footstep into the alley, the back of a male teenager came into your view. He turned around, frowning.
“Damn, that one was a little messy.” His eyes locked onto your form. “You weren’t supposed to find out.”
“Jack? Why did- Why did you kill that guy? H-he didn’t do anything to you!”
“Not to me, but he’s been--was-- he was stalking you, for a couple of weeks. I needed to end it. Only I’m allowed to look at you.” Jack stepped closer to you, cupping your face with one of his hands. In the other, he twirled the bat around. You flinched from his touch.
“St-stay away!” Jack grunted in frustration, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a syringe.
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You woke up with a start, leaping from the bed you were laying on. Your eyes traveled around the room, your movements were halted as you heard chains rattle against each other. You froze with fear as you glanced to the floor to see your ankles chained to the bed. You took a shaky breath as the door loudly creaked open.
“Oh? You’re up. That’s good to hear, I was afraid that I gave you too much.”
Your blood ran cold as you stood still, Jack walked through the door, closing it behind him. You shivered as he stood behind you.
“Where am I?” Jack’s hands traveled from your shoulders to your waist. He pressed his chest to your back.
“I’ve loved you since junior high-” A bitter laugh escapes his throat. “I was forced to watch you get your heart broken, over and over.” His grip on you tightened. “-But now, you’re finally mine.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You elbowed him in the stomach or at least tried to. Jack caught your arm before you could harm him. “Did you really think you could hurt me? I know you. I know all of your moves. I’m your best friend. Remember?” You yanked your arm from his grip and took a couple of steps away from Jack. He threw his arms into the air out of frustration. “Well, can you at least talk to me?”
You turned your head to glare at him. You shook your hands, the chains rattled as you did so. Jack reached into the pocket of his hoodie and grabbed the key. He gently grabbed one of your hands and pulled you closer to his body. Jack unlocked all of the cuffs that were connected to the bed. All, but one, you gave him a look.
“I can’t unlock all of the cuffs. I don’t want you to leave.”
“Damn it.” You muttered.
“So you were going to escape!”
“Of course I want to escape! I just watched you murder someone in cold blood! I’m fucking terrified of you Jackson Frost!” Jack stared blankly at you.
“You haven’t called me that since junior high; when you were mad at me.” You lunged at Jack, tackling him to the floor.
“Let. Me. Out.” Jack smirked and quickly cupped your face and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. You yelped, but it was muffled by his lips. You shot straight up, wiping your mouth. “Stay away from me.” Jack pouted, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“What happened to my sweet bestie? The one who always needed protection??”
You successfully punched him in the stomach and grabbed his keys and unlocked the last cuff on your leg. You sprinted as fast as you could away from him. You soon came to a stop, bending over to rest your hands on your knees. Your loud panting led Jack right to you.
“Did you really think you could escape me, cupcake?” Shakily, you turned around. You glared at Jack. He smirked and twirled the knife in his hands. “You don’t want me, it’s easy to tell.”
“Why the hell would I want to date a murderous psychopath? Yes, I admit that I did love you, but that was before you turned into… this… “ You gestured to all of Jack. Jack gave you a wry laugh.
“Well, like the cliche says ‘if I can’t have you, then no one can.’“ Before you could blink Jack thrust his knife into your chest. You stumbled back and fell onto the floor. You whimpered as you held your wound. “Besides, no one planned a murder out loud.”
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Alternate ending:
“Did you really think you could escape me, cupcake?” Shakily, you turned around to glare at Jack. He wickedly smirked and twirled the knife in his hands.”You don't want me. It’s easy to tell, which I don’t get. I mean, I can protect you. I love you.” Your breathing became more ragged and heavy, you sat on the ground and made and attempt to catch your breath, but you started wheezing. Jack’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, your asthma. Here.”
He reached into his pocket to grab your inhaler. He handed it to you, you slowly took a deep breath through the inhaler than removed it. You did this a few times before you looked at Jack.
“Why do you still have my inhaler?” Jack shrugged his shoulders.
“I worry about you… please don’t leave.” You sighed and averted your eyes from his.
“I don’t know, how do I know you won’t kill someone else?” Jack held your hand.
“I promise I won’t.”
“Ok, I’ll stay, but no more handcuffs, ok?”
“No promises.” Jack gave you a wink, his signature smirk crawled back onto his face.