Infectious Intent (M. Yandere x F. Reader)

The biting winter wind whipped around you, carrying the scent of pine and something else… something metallic and acrid. Snow crunched under your boots as you hurried towards the silhouette of the Cankerfell Tunnels entrance, a dark maw against the pale, snowy landscape. You clutched your phone, the last desperate call from Laura echoing in your mind: "I'm trapped… in the tunnels…"

Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of dread. You’d tried to dissuade her, begged her not to go, but Laura, with her insatiable thirst for the unknown, had plunged into the darkness anyway. Now, you were here, driven by a loyalty that defied all logic, a foolish hope against overwhelming odds.

Reaching the massive, wrought-iron gate, you called out, your voice thin against the wind. Laura’s pale hands appeared, clutching the bars, her eyes wide with a terror that mirrored your own. You fumbled with the bobby pins and paper clips, makeshift tools for a lock you had no business trying to pick. The cold seeped into your bones, but the prickle of fear on your skin was far more chilling.

Then, the sound. Soft, rhythmic footsteps, drawing closer from the darkness beyond the gate. Laura screamed, a raw, desperate sound, and vanished. The gate slammed shut, the heavy clang echoing like a death knell. You turned, flashlight beam dancing wildly, only to be met by a looming, pale form. The Creature. It was here, and you were trapped. Your breath hitched, a silent scream trapped in your throat as you ran deeper into the cold, damp stone, the gate locking behind you with a final, chilling click.