Encanto oneshot book

Yandere Julieta x fem reader

Requested by: Zodigeek

Tw: cursing, gore, violence (for once more than two tags!)

I came up with the idea and Geek wanted it written, I'm a fucking genius. (Says the one who just had to look up how to spell genius.) IT'S A HARD WORD! So is beautiful! I've only ever spelled that correct once on the first guess! Why am I exposing myself? Onto the story!

-Julieta's POV-

Y/N and I had been friends for a long time. Though I'm scared of losing her. So whenever someone gets close to her, I invite them over for a private lunch, and teach them a lesson. Speaking of, a new one was supposed to with meet me in just a few minutes. I've done this a dozen times now, though no one ever finds out what I do to people who get close to Y/N. And even if they did go up against me, it's not like they have any proof. Plus, I'm the nicest woman in town! Always helping out and healing people even though I don't really have too. I've practically dedicated my life to the village. So I'm not about to let anyone get in the way of mine and Y/N's friendship.

There was a knock on the front door. Ah, Malcom has finally arrived! I opened the door and stepped aside so he could come in. "Welcome to the Casita, Malcom! Follow me to my room, I prepared everything there. Normally we'd have lunch in the dining room but a few of my family members have occupied the space for the day." He bought it and followed behind me as I walked to my room. Fool. I held the door open for him and he walked in first. After he was far enough in I stepped in and locked the door behind us.

I pulled a small knife from a pocket in my apron. It wasn't big enough to kill you unless you were stabbed enough, but it would sure hurt like hell if it was just a few times. He turned around to look at me, immediately noticing the knife in my hand.

"Oh, uh... What's that for..?" He was clearly hesitant and backed away from me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry!" I smiled and gave him a small laugh. I could play it off just a bit longer, just until I was close enough to knock him out. "Relax, you do realize I'm the village healer, right? I'd never harm anyone!" Biggest lie ever. I pretend I was walking past him, to go further into the room. Before he could turn around to follow me, I elbowed him in the back of the head as hard as I could. Now I'd done this before, I knew exactly where I had to hit to get him down. He was out like a light.

When he woke up he would be bound, sat upright against a wall. If he struggled he'd just fall on the floor. He'd be able to see his surroundings just fine and would probably be more confused than anything. A large table sat across from him. Different knives and tools lay across it. In the corner a metal bucket that looked as though stained. And lastly on a small shelf, four fresh arepas. I stood next to the bucket waiting for when he'd finally open his eyes.

"J-Julieta.? What happened? What are you doing..?" I said nothing in reply. Instead, I grabbed the bucket by the handle and walked over to the table, quickly looking over the selection of tools. After debating I took a small but rather sharp knife, it was only about three inches long. But of course, depending on where you were hit, how many times, and how soon your wounds were treated; you could easily die.

I walked over and knelt down next to Malcom. I stayed silent as I grabbed his ear and held up the knife. He looked terrified as I let the knife hover above his ear. "Don't move and it with hurt less. Don't yell for help, they won't hear you. And try not to be too unbearable, please. You're annoying as it is." He let out a small scream as I made one quick tear through his ear. It didn't go all the way through and was mostly just dangling there. I held the bucket under the now cut ear and let the blood drip into it.

After he calmed a bit down and the blood mostly stopped I grabbed his ear again. It was easier to hold now that most of it wasn't as close to his head. I took the knife and made one more cut, now fully severing the ear. I dropped it into the bucket. When torturing people I often cut off small body parts and later cook them to get rid of evidence. And I would always force the victim to eat after, removing any trace of being harmed. No one would ever believe them.