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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, toxic relationship, violent behavior, murder, sexual scenes, paranoia leading to mental blackouts, miscarriage, suicide attempt, mental disorders and death are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.

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𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

•𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

•𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

•𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

•𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛

•𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

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Mingi was someone who always kept to himself, never wanting to draw any kind of attention.

Unfortunately for him, he got a lot of attention while he was studying in university, and not the good kind.

He accidentally bumped into one of the jocks at school, and from that moment on, his life was hell.

He was constantly belittled, shoved to the floor, his locker filled with vicious and cruel messages ranging from "freak" to "kill yourself."

Mingi often just sighed and continued his day, as if this was totally normal.

It's not that he didn't understand what was going on or didn't care.

He was just too awkward and scared to stand up to himself.

So he often just came home, feeling hopeless and in despair.

Many times he hardly ate and would end up crawling inside his blankets and cry himself to sleep.

Even the few people he talked to stopped associating themselves with him out of fear of becoming the bullies' next target.

So Mingi resigned himself to being alone and to think no one would ever care about him....

Until you came along.

You had recently transferred to his school and one of the first things you saw was the poor sandy hair colored giant get punched in the stomach by his locker.

You were so disgusted and sickened by their behavior that you did not hesitate to go over and make sure he was all right.

"Hey, do you need help?" You asked as you helped him get up.

"I I'm fine...t-thanks.." Without another word, he left you standing there, running off to his next class.

He thought that'd be the last time he saw you but during lunch break, you made it a point to look for him and talk to him.

"Are you feeling better?"

Mingi looked up at you with wide eyes, wondering if it really was him you were talking to.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine. T-thanks"

Smiling at him, you sat next to him, taking out your lunch while trying to make conversation with him.

All throughout it, Mingi seemed agitated, scared almost.

You felt really bad and asked him if something was bothering him.

Sighing he told you:

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but I think it's best if you stay away from me.... I don't want them to hurt you because of me..."

You saw the sadness in his eyes, the loneliness behind them and that made you want to stay with him even more.

"What's your name?" You asked what you had really wanted to know since the beginning.

"Song Mingi." He answered you.

Grinning at him, you held out your hand.

"Well Song Mingi, I'm L/N Y/N. Your soon to be new best friend."

Mingi's mouth dropped at your words, he couldn't possibly believe you were serious.

But you were and not only did you become his closest friend, you also became his protector.

Unlike him, you were fearless, vivacious, outgoing and spontaneous.

And Mingi began to admire you a lot for it....

More than admired, he began to worship you, falling deeply in love with you.

For once in his life, he was happy, truly happy and filled with joy.

Instead of crying himself to sleep, he went to bed all excited to spend the next day with you.

And of course you two spent a lot of time together, since he became your math tutor cause you were the absolute worst with numbers.

You were thankful that Mingi was so patient and caring towards you.

He never showed any signs of frustration or annoyance even after explaining the equation to you about 20 times.

"Y/N. Pay attention or you won't ace the test." He often told you, adding a little pinch to your nose or cheek to get you to focus.

He also loved just talking to you during these sessions.

Obviously being your best friend, he also ended up picking up on what sort of things you liked in a guy.

He would often observe you at school or while you two were out.

One time he even read through a few of your messages with one of your other friends from your old school.

It was exactly what Mingi needed to know, he now had a glimpse of the type of boyfriend you wanted.

And for you.....he'd end up becoming that boyfriend.

So while you were in spring break, he prepared everything.

He got rid of his cardigans and vests, trading them for leather and jean jackets.

He ended up cutting his hair differently and started wearing tighter fitting pants that accentuated his thick thighs.

So when you saw him again, it was a complete 180° from the shy, nerdy boy you knew.

"Whoah! Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

You weren't going to lie, Mingi did look very attractive.

You were glad though that he was still the cute, adorable and somewhat clumsy boy he was when you first met him.

Because that's the Mingi you knew and loved.

And you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

It was after finals that Mingi decided to ask you out.

You were both out celebrating the fact you both passed when he popped the question:

"Y/N will you go out with me?" He suddenly blurted out.

You were taken aback, but said yes nonetheless.

Mingi was so happy.

He was extremely devoted to you as a boyfriend, always saying yes to you and going along with whatever it was you wanted.

Anything you said, he would do it.

"Anywhere you want to go is fine with me."

"Anything you want is fine with me."

You thought it was really sweet at first, he really wanted to make you happy.

But after almost a year of dating, it kinda started to get annoying.

It bothered you that he never seemed to have an opinion of his own.

You actually snapped at him one day while planning a date out.

"Can't you freaking decide for yourself once?"

Mingi just whipped his head at you, unable to comprehend why you were yelling at him.

"Do you not even care about me or this relationship? Cause honestly it seems like you're not actually putting effort into it and if it's like that, why am I even wasting my time on you?"

Mingi got really scared when you began walking out the door, he pleaded with you to stay, to talk through it.

"I'll do anything! Y/N please just don't leave me! What do you want me to do?!" He begged as he got on his knees.

"I want you to leave me alone!"

Alone......that word struck a chord in Mingi's head.....alone.

No....he couldn't go back to being alone...go back to the cold world that he was used to.

He began hyperventilating, his head was spinning and it was pounding like there was no tomorrow.

He doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers was the annoying knocking at the door.

He remembers opening it and seeing a random salesperson there....

But after that, it's all a big black faze, and when he finally came to his senses....

He was covered in blood, and a bludgeoned corpse was sprawled across the kitchen floor.

Although he was panicking, Mingi knew that you could not find out about this.

So he quickly got to work and cleaned up all traces of blood and managed to get rid of the body with no one seeing him.

He was so confused about what happened and panicking about if you found out, that he didn't hear you come in the house until you literally stood in front of him.

He instantly got on his knees and hugged your waist.

"Baby I was so scared that you left me forever! Please I'm sorry I made you feel like I don't care about you, I do! I fucking love you so much, and I promise I'll try harder....

Just for you..."

You felt so bad seeing him, and truly you loved him and felt like it was a petty thing to get mad about.

You pulled him up and reassured him that you weren't mad anymore and that you were too much in love with him to leave.

Mingi felt so relieved. He couldn't even begin to fathom what would happen if he did lose you.

He'd probably go insane.

True to his word, Mingi did try harder to get rid of that habit of just following what you said like a little puppy, and would now start expressing himself more.

Now the problem was he went the complete opposite direction: now he seemed to question your every decision and it would lead to small tiny banters between you two.

One time you got tired of him making a fuss over the fact you were spending so much time with a classmate that it turned really ugly.

"We're working on a project Mingi! Nothing else!" You shouted at him.

"What do you need to be going to his house though and staying til late hours of the night? Why can't you two do it here?!"

"Because you end up distracting us both and throwing passive aggressive words to him." You were exhausted from all the screaming by now you were losing your patience.

"Are you sure it's not because you're just whoring yourself out with them?" He didn't mean for those words to come out...but they did.

And you didn't mean to get so angry to the point of slapping him, but you did and that's when it hit you that you went too far.

You both stood there stunned at what happened, Mingi more hurt than anything by your actions, while you felt ashamed of yourself.

You lifted your hand against the very person you were protecting at first.....and now you hated yourself for hurting him like his past bullies.

Ashamed and full of guilt, you turned away and began walking out.

"Wait no! Y/N please! It's ok! It was my fault! I shouldn't have said that! Please let's just work it out!"

"No Mingi! I can't! I..... I need a break."

Mingi's world came crumbling down when you said that. He went into a slight catatonic state as he watched you walk away.

Once he regained his senses, he ran after you, desperate to bring you back, running around aimlessly through the dark streets and alleys, calling out for you but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Get lost you dirty bastard." A passerby rudely shoved him out of the way.

In a matter of seconds, Mingi's eyes darkened, his fist clenched at his side as rage now coursed through his body.

He turned his head to look back at the stranger who was now walking away.

Smirking, Mingi pulled out the switchblade he was carrying in his pocket before creeping quietly to the man.

Someone had to pay the price and feel the wrath and despair he felt at losing his goddess......and he found them.

It had been roughly a month since you last saw Mingi and although you hated to admit it, you missed him. But you knew you had to stay away for his sake.

But things don't go as planned and you soon found out you were going to have to see him sooner than you thought...

Because you were now pregnant with his child and you had to let him know.

You were so nervous about telling him, your hand trembled as you opened the door to the apartment you used to share with Mingi.

You quietly stepped inside, too afraid to call out for him just yet.

But then you heard some weird noises coming from the bedroom, your heart somewhat dropping when you distinguished what sounded like moans and panting.

You could also make out Mingi's deep voice calling out your name.

Opening the door open, your hand flew to your mouth, semi-muffling your sharp gasp as you took in the scene of Mingi fucking some random girl with her face covered on the bed you two shared not too long ago.

"What the fuck Mingi?!" You exclaimed in utter disgust and betrayal.

"Y/N! I can explain!" All color drained from Mingi's face as he pulled himself out of the girl and quickly dressed himself.

You couldn't bear to stay there another moment, you just ran out of there once again.

But you didn't get far because Mingi swiftly caught up to you and enraptured you in his arms.

"Don't touch me! You're disgusting! You liar! You cheater!" You tossed and writhed around as you tried to escape his grasp, while Mingi tried to hold you still and trying to talk to you.

You felt an immense pain run through your stomach at that moment, your body becoming paralyzed as some weird and excruciating torment bursted in you.

Mingi noticed as well how you clutched your stomach and had difficulty breathing so he wasted no time in taking you to the hospital.

You woke up hours later, late at night, a nurse by your side and Mingi on the other, his hand holding onto yours as tears poured from his eyes.

"What happened?" You immediately asked, your hand instinctively going to your belly.

The nurse explained with sorrow how you had lost the baby, apologizing profusely to you, knowing you were probably in pain.

You went berserk when she told you that, first you denied it, then you began screaming while trying to pull off the IVs attached to you.

Mingi tried to calm you down, but instead he made things worse with his presence.

"This is all your fault! If it wasn't because of you, my baby would be alive!"

Those words cut Mingi deep inside, you killed him immediately with them.

Other nurses rushed in to calm you down as one of them pulled Mingi away for his protection and for yours.

You were numb for the next few days, refusing to see anyone and especially not Mingi, you gave strict orders not to let him in.

You were planning on never seeing him again.

The very day you were released from the hospital though, he was the first person you encountered while you were on your way home.

"Y/N?" He asked, startling you when he came out from the corner.

Your feet shifted slowly, almost losing balance on the small step on your front door.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I never wanted to see you." Not wanting to waste another minute, you quickly punched in your passcode.

"Y/N baby you don't mean that! I love you! And you love me!"

You let out a dry and haughty laugh at that.

"You? Love me? Is that why you were fucking some whore behind my back?"

"I swear she didn't mean anything! And I made her cover her face because I was thinking of you the entire time..."

You rolled your eyes at that, feeling absolutely disgusted.

"But then I realized she was to blame for everything and so I got rid of her so I can make you happy, forgive me and we could start again."

You halted your actions when he said that.

"Mingi...what do you mean you got rid of her?"

If his last words disturbed you, now you were absolutely horrified as he calmly told you how he mutilated her body and discarded her remains in a lake outside of the city.

You actually felt sick and nearly threw up right then and there.

"Mingi.....what..... you're insane! How could you-?"

Mingi couldn't understand why you were upset.

"Don't you see? I did it for you Y/N. Everything I've ever done is for you."

Now it dawned on you, the person you've ever loved was sick, extremely sick and needed help.

"Mingi.....don't come near me again....stay away....seriously..."

And once again another struggle between you two ensued, you wanting to run away while he held onto you for dear life.

"Stop Mingi! Let me go! I don't love you anymore!"

The spinning in his head started once again, his vision becoming hazy, he could hear his own heartbeat resonating in his ears, his hand shook violently as it reached for an all too familiar object he kept hidden in his pocket....

Everything turned dark and blinding....

But when he came back, there he was, staring in shock at your lifeless body, a fresh, clean cut running all across your neck, blood still spurting out and staining his hands.

"Oh my God! What have I done?!" Mingi cried out, wailing and screaming erratically at the thought that he had just murdered his soulmate with his own hands.

He couldn't bear the thought of living without you, he just couldn't....

And so he picked up the very tool he used to kill you and held up to his own neck....

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dnpstardust · 7 years

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Asylum

(Bringing this back because Anti is back! Made with my friend Emma, enjoy!)

Name: Sean William McLoughlin

Age: 26

Current Therapist: Dr. William S Jones

Symptoms: Memory loss, Insomnia, Identity Confusion, Blackouts, Depersonalization, Hallucinations, Derealization

Diagnosis: Dissociative Identity Disorder

Frosty air emanated from the small window, filling the square room with a cold chill. Dr. Jones was with his usual patient, he knew he had to be calm and understanding because of what the patient suffered through. From what the file said, Sean was experiencing dissociative identity disorder. The patient in question was sitting upright on his bed. His arms were constrained by the straight jacket he’d been forced into. His blue eyes were staring at his own reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall with an expression that could only be described as giddy. The expression put Dr Jones on edge, Sean rarely showed that kind of emotion when he was in here. “You have to answer my questions. You’ve been here for three years. Am I speaking with Sean?” Dr. Jones asked, glancing up from his clipboard.

“There is no Sean. There is only Anti.” He said, rocking back and forth slowly, shaking his head a little as he spoke,

“Anti, where is Sean?” Dr. Jones asked, gripping the clipboard tight enough that his knuckles turned white.

“Sean is not real. There is only Anti.” He repeated in a teasing tone, giggling slightly toward the end. His expression suddenly changed and he looked up at the doctor helplessly.

“Where did I go?” Sean asked, the rocking stopped, the giddy look faded into Sean’s usual friendly expression.

“Sean? You’re in your room. You are perfectly safe here.” The doctor said calmly, his grip loosening. He leaned forward eagerly, Sean’s case was by far the most fascinating of all his patient

“W-Was he here?” Sean asked, he looked terrified at the very thought of Anti’s presence.

According to Dr Jones’ file, Anti showed up almost three years ago. At first Sean didn’t think anything of the small lapses in his memory or things seemingly moving themselves around the house until one day he blacked out completely. He has no memory of what he did that whole day and he woke up the next morning on the wrong side of the bed and his phone was unlocked. He picked up the phone and saw it was opened on a video of himself.

He pressed play and the video started off with static, he heard a small manic laugh and then suddenly his face appeared. It was his own face but it didn’t look anything like him, his eyes were pure black, his green hair seemed darker and he had his black gauges in. “I’m here .” The video flashed with static and images of Sean before going black.

From that day on, things were different in his life. He would get random nosebleeds before blacking out and waking up in a completely different location. Things he thought he knew he forgot, it wasn’t until things were getting violent that he sought help. It started small, waking up with dark stains on his shoes or hands that resembled dried blood. Sean assumed it was just because of his nosebleeds at first. Dr Jones remembered the day Sean told him about her and shuddered.

It was a month after the Anti appearances started. Sean had blacked out again and this time woken up in the middle of the night in a dark field. There was a wet knife in his hand and a dead girl at his feet. She must’ve been only sixteen years old. Sean panicked and ran, he went back the next evening to find the body still there. He buried the body deep in the forest and checked himself into the nearest mental facility. Dr Jones wasn’t his first therapist. Anti had scared off four other doctors before Dr Jones was handed the file. That was almost a year ago.

“Yes Sean. Anti was just here.” Dr Jones replied in a soothing tone.

“What did he say?” Sean asked in a small voice. It was obvious he feared Anti but his curiosity overwrote it.

“I don’t think you should know…” The Doctor said, looking down at his watch. He hardly ever told Sean the things Anti said, for fear it would upset the man even more. “Well it seems our time is up, I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow, Sean.”

“But.. you only just got here.” Sean said, more sad than anything, he knew if the doctor left he would be alone.

“We’ve been talking for an hour Sean.” The doctor explained patiently, he knew how confused Sean could get from time to time. Anti was the opposite, it seemed he always knew what Sean had said or done before his appearance. That was what made the case so interesting, Anti was the only recorded split personality with an awareness of what his other half did. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With a polite nod the doctor left. The door buzzed and clicked when it shut. Sean was locked in the room once again.

“We’re...finally alone…” A voice said. Sean jumped and looked around but the room was still empty. He looked at the mirror and his stomach dropped at what he saw. His eyes were pitch black, his hair was no longer the faded green but a darker, more vibrant color. An unsettling grin was spread across his lips and his head was tilted to the side.

“W-Who are you?” Sean asked, backing into the corner of his bed, his reflection laughed but stayed in the same spot.

“Don’t you recognize me Sean?” Anti asked, the same unsettling grin on his face,

“A-Anti?” Sean asked, he was scared but couldn’t keep his eyes away, the reflection laughed wildly, entire body shaking and the mirror cracked around the edges.

“Hello...old friend….” Anti said softly with a menacing grin. “We’re finally meeting….isn’t that exciting.” He giggled, his hands over his mouth like a child caught doing something he shouldn’t be.

Sean winced and tried to move backwards but there was no more space on the bed.

Anti tilted his head and smiled excitedly. “You know...you can’t leave, why are you trying to run away from what’s in your head?”

“N-No! You’re not real!” Sean yelled, shaking his head frantically.

“If I’m not real…” Anti giggled. “Who killed those people?” Sean’s face paled in shock, no it wasn’t true, it couldn’t be.

“P-People? Y-You killed more than one?!” Sean’s eyes widened as he stared at the monster before him.

Anti laughed again and held up five fingers. He started listing names and pointing at each finger in turn, his smile growing wider with each name. “Millie George, Brandon McGregor, Angela Penfield, Ted Binion and Lucy Thompson, you met that one.”

Sean blinked away the memories of the poor girl’s dead form. “W-When did you kill them?!” He asked, his voice shook with fear.

“Not telling…” Anti teased in a singsongy voice.

“Why did you do it?” Sean asked, voice cracking.

“Because it was fun…” Anti responded with another giggle. “I like the sounds they make when I chase them. I like hunting for the next one…. always looking for the perfect victim.” He trailed off, retreating into his own mind. Sean closed his eyes and sighed, he tried his best to stay calm but something felt different, did he agree with him?

As if he could sense what Sean was thinking Anti suddenly started laughing again. “You feel it too.”

“No, no, no!” Sean said, shaking his head rather violently. “I’m nothing like you!” He yelled, fighting against the straight jacket.

Anti giggled, “You can’t deny it…” He sang. “You know what we are. You know what I’m saying is true. Come on, Sean. Life is more fun this way.” His voice was no longer the lilting tone of a madman, it had taken on a softer, more enticing sound.

Sean stopped resisting and looked back up at the mirror, “S-So what you’re saying is...is that it’s better to give up?”

Anti’s serious expression disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived and he was back to the menacing grin and the excited giggle. He nodded enthusiastically at Sean’s words.

“Yes! This life is better than the one you’ve been living, I can get you out of here.” Anti said, bouncing excitedly in his spot.

“Out of here to kill more people…” Sean murmured as if he wasn’t aware of his own actions.

“Why don’t we start with the people who hurt us...the people who ran away when we needed them the most.” Anti suggested slowly, watching to see what Sean’s reaction would be. Sean frowned and wondered who he meant before the images of his previous therapists flashed before his eyes.

“They were scared of us.” Sean said and Anti shook his head.

“No, they knew we couldn’t be helped…” Anti hissed dangerously. “Now they’re the ones who need help.”

“You’re right….” Sean smiled slowly. Anti grinned and the lights in the room went off, the only light was seeping in through the small window above the bed. When the lights turned back on the reflection in the mirror had changed. Sean knew that it was his own reflection now, Anti was gone...

Dr. Jones entered Sean’s room, expecting a scene similar to what he’d been met with every day for a year. Sean was usually sitting on his bed in the same spot, staring at a specific place on a wall. But today he was different. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and singing quietly.

“Good morning!” He said cheerfully when Dr Jones entered the room.

“Well good morning, Sean, you seem to be feeling better!” Dr. Jones said, barely concealing his shock with a forced smile.

“Oh, I feel much better!” Sean replied, eyes twinkling happily. Dr. Jones sat there for the whole hour and Sean had answered all the questions he had for him, laughing and cracking jokes from time to time.

“Sean I’m very impressed with how well you’re doing today. Anti hasn’t appeared once, I think you’re well on the right track to recovery. I might even be able to get that damn jacket off you soon.”

Sean smiles at Dr Jones and his eyes flick to the mirror. The eyes staring back at him are pure black. “I’d like that doctor…” He said, not taking his eyes away from the mirror, “I’d like that very much.”

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