Yandere Tendencies

>Anon wakes up in the morning, like any normal human bean
>A quick yawn, a scratch on his back, and he's on his feet
>He didn't even check his phone. He knew his [insert MG here] was spamming his phone anyhow
>He never understood why, considering she lives next door, didn't decide to just move in since she worried about him a lot
>Then again, there was the camera debacle
>Then again, that could've been avoided
>A quick brush of his teeth, a washed face, and he's ready to start the day
>The NEET life, he thought to himself as he jogged down the stairs. Although damaged by his MG girlfriend, the old habit dies hard
>But the long weekend revived the inner NEET, and now he was making eggs and bacon with some pancakes while turning on the TV to the local news
>At 12
>Oh yeah, fells good to be back
>"Morning sleepyhead!"
>"FUCKSHITBITCHFUCK!"
>Scrambles eggs were tossed all over the kitchen
>Bacon has been taped off as a crime scene as it sat on the cold floor
>Pancakes have successfully reached the surface of the ceiling
>And a cute looking MG waved from the other side of his window, her face pressed against the glass, giving him a sheepish wave to Anon, who's fallen and can't get up, covered in scrambled eggs and steaming hot bacon
>She opened the backyard window which, mind you, was locked from the inside, and rushed to his side
>"Anon! Anon, are you ok? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Do you need an ambulance? I can perform basic medical procedures right here! Mouth to mouth, surgery, bandages, reattaching dislocated limbs-"
>"I'm fine." he said, but in pain as the bacon oil began to burn like acid. "Just a bit more awake than I anticipated this early."
>This was the 3rd time this has happened

>Anon had come to the conclusion that marble was a much more effective flooring plan in destroying bones than hardwood, as he dragged himself up
>His hip has never felt so much pain since he went out with his "friends" to a bar and got slapped on the ass by an Oni
>But nonetheless, the rest of his body was still intact, save for the arm that was slowly losing blood flow due to the extremely tight hold his MG girlfriend had on him while helping him up
>She was a shy girl, cute, would probably tease like those poor Elves back in highschool
>But boy, the "yandere" as they called in she had within
>"I'm soooo sorry! I wanted to wait for you inside your house, but you'd probably freak out if you didn't know it was me. So I waited outside your bedroom window for a bit, in hope for you to wake up. But then you didn't, so I went downstairs. Then I realized you didn't have any eggs and bacon, your favourite, so I bought you some and waited outside so I could surprise you and say that the breakfast you're eating I bought!"
>She looked down
>"But now it's all over the floor
>"And on my shirt"
>"And on your shirt."
>He never gave her a key. At all. Even though they've been dating for over 3 years
>He debated it, but considering she had the ability to get in anyway; keys, what are those?
>her sudden change of attitude made him flinch. her eyes gleamed with re-found vigour
>And idea was formed
>"Why don't I make you breakfast! B-Breakfast in bed!"
>"You really don't have to-"
>But he was already being rushed upstairs
>"I'll make you the best breakfast you'll ever had. It'll knock your socks off, and then some! I-I'll put all my love for you into it!"
>And there he was, sitting on his bed, his lower form covered by his blanket as his girlfriend gave him a soft peck on the lips and ran off, a spring in her step
>What could possibly, POSSIBLY, go wrong?

>We interrupt this story from Anon's side to give you the POV of [insert cute name], his Mamono girlfriend!
>Now, [insert cute name] wasn't exactly a good cooker
>At all
>She managed to blow up the kitchen back in her old highschool
>But, with the energy of pure love, and the fact that her mission was to please her potential husband who she may or may not have already picked out names for their future children, she was going to make the best breakfast this world has ever seen
>First: An Omelet. Men love the stuff. All that protein is good for a man's diet
>And other things, she said, her hips swaying back and forth in a hypnotic motion as she beat those eggs with such power it was almost like she was imagining them all as potential house wreckers her husband might experience in their wonderful life
>Like that Kiki down the street
>Or that Oomukade that's been getting too buddy buddy with him in college
>Or that bitch skank ho in his college that can't seem to get the fucking message that HE FUCKING TAKEN AND SHOULD BACK THE FUCK O-
>Next: the Pancakes
>Anon somehow had the mystical ability to create the fluffiest Pancakes she's ever had. He said it was a family recipe, with a secrete ingredient.
>"Love~" she said to herself, clutching her cheeks as she blushed. He was always such a romantic. Obviously the ingredient was love, or what else would it be, some other ingredient you can buy at the store?
>So as she poured her love into the pancake batter, her hot, steaming, crimson love, she also tossed in some strawberries and blueberries
>She flipped the flapjacks into the air, catching them with the hot frying pan with such skill she would put a professional chef to shame
>She wasn't going to mess up. No sir, not at all
>This was anon she was talking about. And she will please him whatever it takes
>A blush came to her cheeks. She was reminded of those Succubus videos she's been studying for quite some time

>And now, we return back to our protagonist
>Anon's nose sensed the mouthwatering smell of pancakes being made, with omelets and sausages on the side
>He was raised by a mother who loves to cook, you see. He has that type of nose
>His stomach growled. He was hungry
>The pain has subsided, of course. Playing on his [insert handheld gaming system] had that type of effect
>But boy, was he hungry
>And the sounds of his girlfriends humming, followed by the sound of her footsteps (or whatever, depends on the MG) made his stomach feel already sated
>She burst through the door with a smile. And his cheeks have never felt so warm
>It wasn't the food that made him blush, though it had an influence, but the fact that she was wearing his "fuck the cook" apron made him almost chuckle
>It was for a dollar and he was intoxicated upon purchase. At the time it was great
>"Here you go, sweetie!" she said while placing the platter of food onto his lap with a small bed table
>The whiff of the mouthwatering food, the fact that his girlfriend seemed to glow, and the FOOD
>He got the fork and knife in hand even before she could pour the maple syrup on the pancakes. The butter will do, and he wanted to taste them alone first without Canada's greatest invention
>She seemed to inch closer as she watched him slice the pancakes with such skill, raising the fluffy flat cakes to his mouth with a fork
>But then she blinked
>"WAIT!"
>"W-What!?" He almost dropped it. his tone was a mixture of confusion and sheer hatred, his stomach speaking, that he couldn't get to eat
>"I-I want to... to do something."
>He blinked, and placed the fork and knife onto the plate
>Her face began to increase in redness as she took the fork in hand. he knew what she was going to do, her hand shaking, her eyes darting away from eye contact
>"I-I want to feed you...."
>He smiled, and patted her on the head
>"It's your stage."

>He watched her squirm, as if having second thoughts on feeding him
>But his stomach, his brash and slightly annoying stomach, spoke its mind without censor
>She giggled, which caused him to laugh as well. With a warm smile, she said the words that sounded so motherly he felt like he was sent back in time
>"Open up~!"
>And he did, with a noticeable blush. The metal fork, with its sliced pancakes went into his opened maw without issue, and left his closed mouth with nothing but a slight sliver of saliva
>Saliva which she, obviously without even thinking due to her sheepish blush afterwards, licked clean off the metallic piece of modern engineering
>This wasn't the first time she's done this "indirect kiss" as they called it
>But her embarrassing moment was brushed of instantly as she watched him chew all her hard work, all her time and effort
>"I-I tried to make them like you, so I put all my love into them." she said sheepishly, pressing her index fingers together. "D-Do you like them?"
>There was something strange about these pancakes
>They were great, not as great as his mothers pancakes, but up there next to his fathers
>But there was something off, as if everything was going well until Chemical X was accidentally added into the mix
>He chewed some more, before swallowing, to the audible glee of his MG girlfriend
>But, although it had the slight off taste
>"They're not bad. actually, they take pretty great." He gave her a slight pat on the head. "You did good, my chef partner in crime."
>Her eyes began to swell with tears, her breathing resorted to sniffling. He didn't even prepare for the sudden hug that attacked him with such force it almost knocked the wind out of him
>Her tight hug seemed to have an almost ulterior motive as air began to be something of impossible, but it was loosened as she pressed her head against his chest, her sniffling stifled by his shirt
>"Wha -Hey! I said they were good! No need to cry!"
>"I-I know..." she said through tears
>"Then why are you crying?" She chuckled through her tears
>"Because I'm so happy~!"
Anon smiled, and hugged her back, rubbing her hair out of her damp face
>He didn't even notice the cloth that was wrapped around her hand

FIN