Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Follow the Leader

A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Standing close to him but not too close, (f/n) watched him pick the knife back up in his right hand. She half expected to see a winding key on the back of the monkey and perhaps some cymbals, like one of those old fashioned toy monkeys. His current form was still that of an antique monkey, but at least it wasn't as creepy as one of those cymbal ones. Personally, she would've screamed if she saw one of those on the end of her bed. "Well, lead the way," she muttered out, pushing such thoughts aside.

When he peered up at her, she could once again just picture him smirking or grinning. Additionally, she was just glad that she wasn't wearing a nightgown or dress, since that would've made things awkward due to Drem's new height. So, thankful for her clothing choice, she began to walk behind him, as he headed out of the room. The knife dragged behind him on its flat side and glimmered a bit whenever light hit the blade.

She wondered if she could just kick it out of his hand. It wasn't like he could get a good grip on the blade due to his stuffed hands. (F/n) doubted that he could even properly lift the weapon, hence the reason that he was dragging it. The knife was probably just a symbol of a threat if she disobeyed him or wasn't "nice." There was also the detail that he could probably leave that form anytime he wanted.

Sighing at her predicament, she noticed that they were heading into Nathan's room. Drem stopped in front of Nathan's closet and dropped the knife once more. He tapped his left hand against the doors. She figured that he wished for to open the closet doors, and she proceeded to do so.

Once the doors were open, he walked into the space and glanced over the various hanging cloths. Frankly, she desired to close the closet door on him and trap the monkey in there. Even that would be futile, though. Whatever she did, while he was in that form, would become useless the moment he left the monkey's body. It was extremely infuriating knowing that she couldn't do anything against him.

Was he just trying to provoke her into doing something rash again? Did he want to have the joy of punishing her? He looked pretty happy after he had made those cuts on her upper left cheek. Yesterday, he was probably stroking it every time she felt something cold touch her there. Honestly, she had no idea what his issue was.

At times he acted like he saw more than just an entertainment piece, but those were few. There had to be something more to the puzzle of him, though. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stopped yesterday. He stated that he found her attractive with regards to her looks and to fighting him back constantly, yet there had to be something else. If she could discover what that was, perhaps, she could use it against him and get out of the house of horrors.

Focusing back on the monkey in the closet, she found that he was staring at her. It freaked her out a bit, since she hadn't known how long he was just looking at her. She had been lost in her thoughts after all. "Well, what?" she asked, as she wanted him to turn his gaze elsewhere.

Drem moved his right hand up to his mouth and rocked back and forth a bit. She presumed that he was laughing about something, but no sound came from him. After all he was still in a stuffed animal, which had no vocal cords. (F/n) felt somewhat irritated by this and questioned, "What are you, a little school girl? Signal what you want me to do."