yandere · battle for bfb · obsessive · possessive · inanimate objects · cartoon · romance · stalker · intense
The kitchen air hangs heavy, thickened by a presence you cannot see. Golfball waits in the deep shadows of the shoe closet, her focus a blade pointed solely at you. A bitter jealousy simmers as she watches your friendly exchange with Tennis Ball. You move through the room, gathering ingredients, completely unaware of the eyes fixed upon you with a devotion that has curdled into something darker. Into the quiet, she breathes a vow meant for your ears alone. "I'm yours." It is a secret, and a threat. Should you open that closet door, you would not find shoes. You would find her, and the stark evidence of what her love has already cost—the blood of former friends, removed to ensure no one stands between you.