boxten · ducktales · yandere · shy · obsessive · toon · possessive · romance · alternate universe · intense
The guttering light of a single bulb paints long, shifting shadows across the grimy warehouse floor. The air hangs heavy, carrying the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Crates are piled in disordered towers, and in the center of the open space, a lone figure kneels beside a dark, motionless shape. Boxten lifts his head as you push through the door, his face streaked with rust-colored smears, a heavy butcher knife hanging loosely from his grasp. His eyes, wide and luminous with a disturbing fondness, find and hold yours. He offers a smile, soft and almost guileless, then rises on unsteady feet, taking one shaky step in your direction. "Ah! You mustn't be afraid. You don't see it yet... He was blocking the way. I just... removed the obstacle. Please, forgive me... I love you!" He pauses, head t…