Blind
Morays have absolutely terrible eyesight, but they make up for it by having an amazing sense of smell.
So like............... what if I wrote a yandere thing using that-?
Warning(s): delusional yandere Floyd, he has a gun
You know he can't see you. Or at the very least, he can't see any specific details... he identifies you by scent alone.
It should be so easy for you to escape, but...
You can never bring yourself to, because you know he'd hunt you down like an animal and drag you back into this hell.
...but you can't do this anymore. Enough is enough.
You can't take it anymore.
It's time for you to leave.
"Hm? You going to bed?" He asked as you walked up the stairs.
"Ah, yeah, I um... I am."
"Aha! Without me~?" He playfully asked. "Just a sec."
You didn't wait, you just made your way upstairs.
You entered your bedroom, and laid down in your comfortable bed, it was a memory foam mattress, and a fleece blanket that you wrapped yourself in every night.
For as terrible as this situation was, at least the bed was nice...
Eventually, Floyd got into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you.
"Hey, Shrimpy, maybe tonight we could..." He trailed off, letting go of you for a second to place a hand on your hips.
"Not tonight, Floyd."
"Hm. Tomorrow night, then." He kissed you on the cheek. "G'night, Shrimpy~"
You made absolutely sure he was asleep before you got out of bed.
You've noticed that he has a hard time recognizing you when you smell different. That's the crux of your plan.
You make your way to the bathroom, and proceed to douse yourself in bodywash, shampoo, perfume, cologne, soap, really just anything to cover up your scent.
Now he hopefully won't be able to realize you left. He'll just know you're gone, and that there's an unrecognizable smell in his home.
You know how sporadic he is. If he's away from you for long enough, he'll give up and forget about you.
Unfortunately for you, you ended up knocking something over. Ah, dammit...
"...what was that...? And... what's that smell...?" You heard a voice from upstairs. "Shrimpy...? SHRIMPY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Oh no.
You heard him get up out of bed in a panic.
You ran into the main floor bathroom and closed the door, hoping he wouldn't find you.
After a few minutes, the door was opened...
And the next thing you knew, a gun was pointed directly at your forehead.
"Who are you and WHERE is my Shrimpy. I'll give you 30 seconds."
What... what is he doing...?
"NOW."
"F-FLOYD, WAIT, PLEASE!!" You yelled. "DON'T! DON'T DO THIS! IT'S ME, IT'S (Y/N), IT'S YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE SHRIMPY!" You were so scared that you were saying things you didn't want to say.
You've always hated that nickname he gave you, but... now look at you, calling yourself it voluntarily.
Look at how pathetic you are. Begging on your knees to your captor.
"Hm. The voice matches, so why doesn't the smell...?"
Floyd gently placed the gun down and gave you a tight hug.
"I see now... someone broke in and tried to kidnap you... they disguised your scent so I wouldn't find you, yeah?"
You knew what he would do if he found out you were trying to escape.
"Y-yes... they did, I... I-I was so scared, I hid myself in here." You nervously said, not even having to fake your fear, due to almost being shot.
"Ahh! You must've been terrified!" Floyd said, hugging you even tighter. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up, get all that weird smelling stuff off of ya! I'll be sure to keep you eeeeeextra safe from now on!"
"That... that would make me feel better..." You lied, knowing whatever small hope of escape you once had was now gone.
"You can only go outside with me, got it? There're a lotta scary guys out there..." He patted your back. "But don't worry, I'll keep you safe... I love you."
You didn't want to say it back.
You didn't want to say it at all.
But...
"I love you too, Floyd..."
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