SOFTWARE INSTABILITIES. - Connor x Reader Oneshots || COMPLETED.

SIXTEEN: A Blessing and A Curse. (Yandere!Connor x Reader) |REQUESTED!|

"Wh-What are you talking about?"

"Of course I know who did this. It was me, Silly," he spoke seriously.

"I- I don't understand."

"Exactly. You're misunderstanding this. But don't worry..." he said while smirking.

But it wasn't a usual "cheeky" smirk. It was creepy. Scary. Something that I had never seen before.

"...you'll get it soon."

I moved my wrists against my restraints.

"Why does my head hurt?! Better yet, why did you do this to me?"

His LED violently blinked red as he walked closer to me, inches away from my face.

"You're asking too many questions. I suggest you stop unless I'll be forced to punish you," he growled.

I was scared out of mind. Why would he do something like this?

"This is insane! Y-You're crazy!"

"You're gorgeous."

"Connor, if this some sort sick joke or prank, I'm letting you know that it's not funny!"

He somehow moved closer to my face, our noses touching.

"Didn't I tell you not to speak? Now I'm forced to do something that I really didn't want to do,"

He then walked behind me, and I couldn't turn my face, therefore, I couldn't see him.

I heard clicking behind me then a cool metal was pressed to my cheek.

"Know what that is, Y/N?"
"N-No."

I could almost hear him smirking as he revealed that he was holding a switchblade knife to my face.

Tears began to escape my eyes as I begged and pleaded, for him not to do what I was sure he was going to do.

"This is my third time telling you now. Shut up!" he yelled before I screamed out in pain, the blade being dragged against my skin.

I was about to say something but I knew I would just get cut again, or maybe even worse.

I sobbed, loudly. I couldn't stop.

But to my surprise, Connor didn't cut me again.

He walked around to where I could see him and he put the switchblade down on the floor.

He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked my arms and legs allowing me to stand.

But... I did the complete opposite of stand.

I collapsed.

He sat down on the floor and held me in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispered into my ear.
"Please don't cry."

I don't think I've ever been this confused before.