Enclosed Perimeters (Yandere M. x F. Reader)

Stars in Sight

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

Accidentally rolling off of the bed, (f/n) woke with a start and looked around. She blinked a few times and found her room to be only illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. Her (e/c) eyes glanced to her wristwatch, and she discovered that it was nine in the evening. Amazed at how long she had slept for, she picked herself up slowly onto her feet.

Drem was gone from the room, and she presumed him to be in the garage. Her eyes soon landed on the vase of buttercups set next to a glass of tea. The expression on her face remained neutral, as she took steps towards the items.

Lightly, she ghosted her fingertips over the tops of the flowers and smiled softly. It was nice of him to add them to her room, but her feelings remained unchanged. She was opening up to him slightly now, but it would still be a long way before she could ever consider him to be even a friend. The wounds that he had to sew were deep after all.

Taking the teacup up in her hand, she took a sip and found the tea to be cold. Well, it had been sitting there for probably her whole slumber. Regardless, it still tasted of refreshing mint. She let out a relaxed sigh and took the cup with her to heat it in the microwave.

It was at this moment that she had encountered Drem. His monkey form was just coming up the hallway, and he stopped a few inches from her feet. The monkey became still, as cold rested upon her hands. Releasing her hold on the teacup, she watched it hover down the hallway and presumably into the kitchen.

The sound of the microwave confirmed this guess. Before she could travel into the kitchen, though, she found herself being pushed towards the backdoor. She complied and stated that she could walk there on her own. A few seconds later, she was approaching the wooden rectangular object on her own.

Stepping outside, she turned back around. "So, why am I out here, Drem?"

As usual, paper and a pen soon joined them. Her eyes followed it as it was set on the fountain for probably a better writing surface than the grass. Another package came today, luckily from a different delivery service. When the woman rung the doorbell, I opened the door, grabbed the package and closed the door. She was quite taken aback, but I don't think that she'll worry about it too much. Anyway, I'll bring your surprise out here in just a moment.

Keeping to his word, a large box, in a few moments, lay on the grass covered ground, and she sat down to open it. The teacup was set on the fountain behind for the moment. She ripped the packaging tape off and pulled back the box's folds. (F/n) pushed some of the packaging peanuts aside and looked at the gift with surprise. "You bought me a canvas, easel, paintbrush and paint?"

Technically, you bought it for yourself, but you deserve the treat.

"You know, I would prefer it if you didn't access my phone," she muttered out, annoyed.

Well, I only accessed it to buy some things. Besides, you can charge the bill to Nathan. I would've used his account, but his username and password weren't in your phone's memory. And, he never told me such information.