Yandere Seymour x Reader

CHAPTER 2 - New Bodies, New Allies.

Things seemed so great, the local news station broadcasted a chilling report that sent shockwaves through the community. The screen flickered to life, revealing a somber news anchor with a serious expression.

"In a shocking turn of events, the Springfield Police Department has uncovered the first victim of a series of mysterious disappearances plaguing our town," the anchor reported, his voice filled with grave concern. "Authorities have identified the deceased as Mr. Dewey Largo, a beloved music teacher at Springfield Elementary School."

The screen displayed a photograph of Mr. Largo, a kind-hearted and dedicated educator. As the camera panned over the crime scene, the news anchor continued, "Details remain scarce, but sources indicate that foul play may be involved. The investigation is ongoing, with law enforcement urging anyone with information to come forward."

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Within the hallowed halls of Springfield Elementary, the delicate balance of normalcy continued to teeter on the edge of something greatly sinister with this shocking news. As the days wore on, Seymour Skinner's infatuation with you, a new teacher at the school, twisted into an all-consuming obsession. Each passing interaction seemed to feed the flames of his desires, further entangling you in his web of distorted affection.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself engrossed in a conversation with Groundskeeper Willie, a rugged and eccentric figure who had taken a peculiar interest in your well-being. His thick Scottish accent carried a certain charm, and his tales of the school's history painted vivid pictures in your mind.

"Ye must be careful, lass/lad," Willie warned, his piercing blue eyes filled with concern. "Skinner's got a fire burnin' in his soul, and it ain't the kind ye want to be near."

Startled by his words, you couldn't help but ponder the underlying meaning. What did Willie know that you didn't? Was there more to Skinner's infatuation than met the eye?

"Willie," you called out softly, "What exactly did you mean by 'Skinner's got a fire burning in his soul'?"

Willie's gaze flickered with a mix of concern and caution. "Aye, lass/lad, ye've had to've noticed it too. Skinner's been through a lot, more than he lets on. He fought in the jungles of Nam, where a man can lose his sanity."

You were taken aback by Willie's revelation, realizing there was a deeper, troubled side to Skinner's past. It explained the haunting glint in his eyes, the simmering intensity beneath his calm exterior. It was as if a switch had been flipped, unearthing an unsettling darkness within him.

Days turned into weeks, and Skinner's behavior grew increasingly erratic. He would find reasons to engage you in conversations, often hovering a little too close for comfort. His words, once filled with admiration, took on an unsettling tone, as if he were unraveling a carefully concealed obsession.

One evening, as you stayed late to grade papers, Skinner approached you with a misplaced sense of familiarity. "Y/N, my dear, let me share a secret with you. There's a hidden room in this school, a place where dreams and desires can be fulfilled. Would you like to see it?"

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you declined his sudden offer, it was undoubtedly suspicious too. And an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Skinner's eyes darkened, a glimpse of disappointment flickering across his face before he masked it with a forced smile.

"Why, Y/N, don't you trust me? I thought we had a special connection. I'm only trying to show you how much I care," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of longing and desperation.

"I appreciate your intentions, Skinner, but I think it's best if we maintain a professional distance," you replied, your voice filled with a cautious edge.