Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Maybe, Tolerable

Dragging her feet down the hallway, she decided that she would look around the backyard. She reached the door, unlocked it and headed outside. The night sky shone above and was reflected in the water of the water fountain. It was gorgeous outside to say the least.

Shutting the door behind her, she began to crawl around on the ground to see beneath the buttercups. After checking there, she stood up and climbed some of the trees. She knew better than to jump over the backyard fence, especially since Drem was so close to her. His grip had tightened on her, which easily signaled that he was warning her not to attempt such a thing.

After examining the apple trees, she learned nothing of value to her investigation. She sighed lightly before she plopped herself down on the soft grass. Drem finally climbed down from her and seated himself close to her. Her gaze turned to him for a moment, and she was almost caught off guard to find him staring directly up and at her.

Cold air soon greeted her before it lessened. She presumed that he was getting paper and a pen. When the backdoor opened, unveiling a notepad and pencil, she waited for him to write. Both items landed in front of the monkey.

Thank you for before, my little doe. I probably would have remained like that for awhile if you hadn't done something. You could've escaped, but you stayed.

"Yeah, don't rub my mistake in my face," she huffed out, crossing her legs and resting her chin in the palm of her right hand, while her right elbow rested on her right knee. She stared blankly ahead, so she wouldn't have to look at the monkey or notepad for a few moments. "You're welcome, though. Hopefully, you'll treat me with a little more respect from now on." Her (e/c) eyes turned to the page, as she heard the pencil move across it.

Well, I won't make any promises, but I'll try to improve my behavior some more. You really did bring me some much needed comfort. If you had left, well ... I probably would be in horrible state of mind at the moment. Constant hate would most likely have consumed me entirely. You saved me from only feeling hate; you really are my second chance.

"Don't read into it so much, Drem. For me to be your second chance, I have to agree to it. Presently, I don't. Right now, I just need to think and put the pieces together as well as I can."

You're considering it, then?

"Tch, don't get cocky. Behind this more emotional side of you, you're still a pervert, who needs to learn about personal space. At the present I need to learn what happened in the past, even if it is over. Even if it can't be fixed, I feel that I should know about it. You already have that knowledge, since whatever happened had occurred to you. I lack it, and I need it to better understand the situation that I'm in."

Isn't that a little unfair? You wish to know so much about what happened in my past, yet you haven't offered to tell me anything about your past. You should at least give me some more facts about yourself, my little doe. What's your passion in life? What drives you?

"Like I would answer any of those questions," she grumbled out. "Besides, you haven't told me really anything about yourself, except when it concerns Nathan and you."

Well, you didn't seem interested in those details. After all, you usually push me aside and insult me, which I don't mind too much. I do like the challenge that you present me. I would be happy to answer some of your inquiries if they do just concern me and not Nathan or the distraction for that matter.

"Maybe, another time," she responded, looking away from him. She turned her gaze upwards and proceeded to ignore him. That was the case until she felt the cold disappear, and the monkey crawl up onto her legs. (F/n) glanced down to him and raised an eyebrow. "What are you up to now?"

Receiving no answer, he made his way up her left arm and caused her to tense somewhat. Her gaze watched him carefully in case he tried something harmful to her. Instead, he perched himself up on her left shoulder before he lowered his face to hers.

Before she could react, he pressed his plush lips to hers. A light feeling of heat hit her cheeks, as he jumped down from her and back over to the notepad. When he looked back up to her, she turned her head away and attempted to make the subtle heat go away.

Soon, however, she peered back over to him. The monkey was still, and the cold was back. On the piece of paper was written I'm going to make dinner. As the cold grew less intense around her, she brought her hands back up to her cheeks. She rubbed them in annoyance.

That jerk had caught her off guard, and he was using that monkey form to his blasted advantage. It was like having a pet dog or cat lick her on the face. Granted, she didn't consider Drem to be a pet, since he was a perverted entity that had been previously human. Due to her comparison, though, a picture did form in her mind, and her blush came back.

Instantly, she whacked herself on the head and cursed the male out silently. It didn't help when she told herself that he had been human at one point. That reminder just made her imagine his human self kissing her on the cheek.

Moaning out in absolute exasperation, she fell onto her back and outstretched her arms. This didn't last long, as she draped her right arm across her eyes. She didn't even know what Drem had looked like as a human, yet an image of an attractive male popped up in her head. It wasn't like there were distinct characteristics present in the mental picture, but her mind just assumed him to be physically attractive to her tastes. This vexing realization caused her to mutter out, "I'm supposed to be repulsed by him. Something's seriously wrong with me."