FNF Senpai X Reader || Corrupted Code

Chapter 11: Reinforcement

(art by freakyfakerqwq on tumblr)
(trigger/content warning for blood, non-consensual kissing, manipulation, and light strangulation)

"I got you. I finally caught you,"

Senpai had your arms bound with his tie, your arms stretched behind your back and wrists tied together by the surprisingly strong fabric. It was soft, almost like silk, and a part of you wished you were able to feel it glide through your fingertips. But maybe another time, you thought, he's not going to let me go any time soon. Today had to be the worst day of your life by far.

Was all of this really your fault? Were you the one to blame for this blasphemy? Surely not. How were you to know that he was actually self-aware, much less that he was able to pull himself out of the game just by meeting your hand? There was no way that you would have known this would happen. This was all the work of fiction, it wasn't supposed to happen in real life.  You had expected to see some movie or fanfiction hold this type of trope.

"I didn't want things to end up this way," Senpai sighed softly, crouching down to where you sat,  left hand gently cupping your cheek. He looked enamoured; entranced by the mere thought of you. At least, that was what you thought. "But, I can make the best out of this situation. Nobody will ever take you away from me, no matter what they do. I've been so patient, for months upon months." His thin fingers danced along the soft strands of hair that adorned your head. "I don't want you to be afraid of me, I want you to love me." His expression turned sour, eyes downcast.

Senpai seemed sad, almost, his eyes fogging up and becoming wet with what seemed to be tears. Or was he just pretending to be sad to make you feel bad? His eyes were glistening. "Please stop looking at me like that," he whispered, eyebrows twitching. "Please don't be afraid of me. I love you, I'd never do anything to hurt you. But this had to be done," his hand trailed down to your clavicle, thumb pressing against the edge of your collarbones. "Stop being afraid of me."

He seemed desperate, afraid of how you perceived him. But then again, you had every right to be afraid of the man that stared at you as if you were a prized possession. As if you belonged to him. You had regrets, so many regrets; but this had to be the most regrettable thing that you had ever done. That being picking up the game from the side of the road and getting so attached to it. Which left you in this situation - Senpai somehow existing as if he was an actual person, treating you as if you were his weird, fucked up partner. Not to mention that your hand still stung like a bitch.

Despite yourself, you felt curiosity, as well as fear and anger, pulse through your veins, the words being forced from your lips before you could even think about stopping them while you shook his hand away from your clavicles. "Senpai," you were careful and giving with your words, even though your mind screamed at you to shut up, to stay quiet, anything. Instead, you were being sure to not set anything off within him or say the wrong thing. "Please, explain to me what this is. All of this." 

He only stared at you with that same haunting expression, his eyes holding no emotion other than the ones you didn't even want to think about. "You're not understanding, I..." He paused as if he wasn't even sure for the reason himself. "I love you, I'm doing this out of love! You have to understand that! This is all I know, all I know is to love you. My life centres around you, my entire existence is all yours!" There he was, going off like some madman trying to convince himself rather than you.

Your jaw trembled as you spoke, "but you hurt me, Senpai. You said you didn't want to hurt me." With the very few words that escaped your lips, his expression completely dropped, body growing still and his breath halting. He seemed scared. He looked scared. Maybe he was afraid of himself, maybe it was you, or maybe he was trying to convince himself even more that none of this was his fault, that it never would be his fault.