[Yandere]You Can't Spell Necromancer Without Romance

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>Books. A lot of books. That was your main source of fun in this boring world.
>Who would have guessed really? You thought that world of magic and mystery would be really interesting, but it wasn’t, at least not for you.
>You maybe were the Apex Predator on Earth, or at least a part of a race that was on the top of the food chain, but it didn’t give you that much of an advantage here.
>Truly, irksome is a life of a Anon the Human.
>That being you. You are this Human.
>And you were currently browsing a personal library of your friend, Twilight Sparkle.
>She was a huge nerd, and circumstance somewhat forced you to become one too, so you usually tried to get any occasion to get some book for reading when her and her friends go out on another random wacky quest.
>They would probably take you with them, if not for the fact you aren’t magical, and the reason why humans were on top of food chain, making weapons, wasn’t your forte, although to be honest, you probably had some instincts and you slowly started figuring out, how to make a some crude weapons in case of ever being attacked by some manticore or other fiend from around of here.
>But that wasn’t important right now. You found yourself few books to keep yourself occupied for quite some time.

>You walked to the counter holding your books and pulled out a bag that Granny Smith made for you. Really, she was the type that you would gladly call your Grandma, or Babushka if not for the fact she wasn’t slavic, at all. She probably couldn’t even make bigos, so she wasn’t a Babushka at all really. But she was nice.
>”I’ll take these, please” you said to a Twilight, who was waiting for you to pick your books.
>”All righty, I’ll just write those down…” as she said that, she grabbed a large book with her magic, opened it and with a quill that she also held with her magic, she wrote down your name, and the title off all books you took.
>She passed each she already noted down to a side and you packed them into your bag. When you put last book into your bag you were quite surprised, you were pretty much sure those weighed more than when you were carrying them earlier, but you paid it no mind.
>”That will be all, thank you.” you nodded as Twilight smiled.
>”Those are all good reads you know, I bet you will have great time reading them. I know I had!” she exclaimed happily.
>”I bet they will serve me well when you go on your next crazy adventure and I will have no one to talk to” you said jokingly.
>”Oh Anon, you know that I still think that you should go find more friends, trust me I was there, and it’s not healthy for you. And I bet there is a bunch of ponies that would be overjoyed to hang out with you.” she said giving you worried look that you grew accustomed to.

>”Yeah, I know that they would be glad and all, and I’ll try. I might try to get to talk to someone new on that Christmas party that AJ is throwing.” you said, hoping it would make Twilight somewhat calmer.
>”You mean Hearth’s Warming Party?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow a bit.
>”Yeah, that one, sorry, I’m still getting used to all those new holidays and stuff.” you waved your hand dismissively.
>Twilight finally nodded. “That sounds like a great idea actually. I bet it will go great!” she now was beaming with a smile.
>You chuckled a bit. “I bet so too, but for now I’ll go. See you around Twily” you waved her and headed for the exit.
>”Have a nice day! Merry Hearth’s Warming!” she yelled after you as you exited the Library.

>Immediately a cold air hit you like a truck and forced you to zip your jacket, since you forgot your scarf, you had to hide your neck in it, which wasn’t the easiest, but at least it wasn’t snowing. The snow was lying on the ground making walking a bit harder thought.
>But all this cold made you wish for one thing. Tea. But where do you get a great hot tea?
>Well Sugarcube Corner of course! So that’s where you headed. Hey, maybe you’ll even read one of your newly borrowed books.
>Maybe you’ll order yourself a slice of cake alongside the tea? That seems like a nice afternoon to be honest.
>You smiled as you opened the door to the Pastry Shop and a aroma of baked goods hit your nostrils. Truly wonderful establishment.
>You approached the counter and got greeted by a friendly face of Mrs. Cake.
>”Why hello there, what can I get you?” she was all happy and friendly. Almost made you wonder how is it possible that every store clerk, bartender, shopkeeper and whatnot managed to be so nice and happy in this world. Like they loved their jobs, and weren’t salty about having to deal with customers.
>”A slice of cake and some good tea, please.” you said, also smiling, without realizing it at first.
>”Anything specific sweetheart?” she asked.
>”Today’s special...?” you kinda asked with hope that she will pick it for you, since you always had a problem with picking any type of anything here. It all looked way to tasty, and was even better when eaten.
>”Well, you can sit for now, I’ll bring it to you later.” good, it worked. You nodded and headed towards a coat rack, hanging your jacket on it. Usually, coat racks were way to short for you to hand your clothes, but Pinkie installed this one just for you, which was really sweet of her.

>You found yourself an empty table and picked out one of the books from your bag.
>It was about magic, since you were quite interested about basically one of the fundamental forces of this world.
>Nothing too advanced, but hey, maybe you’ll find a way of making yourself a spell right?
>As soon as you started reading you felt someone staring at you. You kinda got used to it after the first month, but later it disappeared so it was quite a strange feeling to have someone stare again.
>At first, you tried to pay no mind to it, especially since your order just arrived, but it soon was started to actually annoy you.
>You put down your book and noticed one pale mare quickly looking down into her notebook trying to seem like she was lost in whatever she was writing.
>You did however seem to notice that her eyes had a look of someone either really tired, or someone who hasn’t seen a light of the day for quite some time.
>You also noticed how eerie green her eyes and magical aura were. For some reason they made a shiver go down your spine.
>But since she was looking down, you couldn’t really do much so you just continued reading, and soon the staring stopped.
>But to be honest, you still felt slight unease in the air.

>After finishing your tea and cake, you hid your book inside of the bag once again and got up. Took the empty cup alongside the plate and brought them to the counter again. Paid and walked to your jacket.
>When you were putting it on, you noticed that the table in which the strange mare was sitting, was currently empty.
>Of course, it wouldn’t be at all strange, if not for the fact that you didn’t really hear or see anyone leave or come in during last ten minutes, and she was there around that time.
>You stared at the empty table for few seconds.
“Maybe it’s just my imagination…” you murmured to yourself,
>Yeah, that must be it.
>You hope so.
>But just to be sure, you touched your forehead, but it didn’t feel any different.
>Finally you said your goodbyes and left the bakery.

>It probably wasn’t anything special anyway, it’s not like you were ever vigilant watcher, or something, you probably just didn’t notice and freaked out for no reason. It was dumb to think that it would be anything more. It’s not a movie or an anime.
>Well, for now you just headed towards your house, listening into crunch of snow under your boots.
>Ever since you landed here, you didn’t really have a way to listen to your music while walking. It would be quite a loss to don’t have any songs, but lucky you, Twilight somehow managed to translate all the songs you had on your phone to cassettes, so you could listen to them at your house.
>But to be honest, it wasn’t all that bad here, you had no real reason to block the sounds, no cars, no annoying people, and everyone here was really nice.
>Of course, you still sometimes wanted, since you liked listening to music, and sometimes you still wanted to somehow dodge the talk with people, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that bad.
>But your thoughts about music were stopped right there, since you just reached your house.

>As you grabbed your keyes and started opening doors, you felt chills go down your spine again.
>You quickly spun around and looked around, but you really didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. You lived more around the edges of Ponyville, so there wasn’t many ponies here.
>Was it paranoia? Were you going crazy?
>No, it’s probably just being tired. Or a cold. You just feel a bit weaker than usual. You bet nice long sleep will help you with that.
>You turned around and finished opening your doors before going inside and locking them behind you.
>It wasn’t anything impressive or anything. Your furniture was either old, or plain. Except the rocking chair which was a gift from Twilight when you got yourself your own house. She said that it’s great for reading in it, and it was pretty much made for your human butt.
>You took off your jacket and hanged it on coat hanger and put it closer to your fireplace. You had to start a fire if you wanted to be warm for the night.
>Fireplaces were a thing that always just made you curious. Lamps were magical, they worked pretty much the same as back in your old world, but still there was no magical central heating. Or maybe it was too expensive to set up in most houses? You never actually were in a villa or something like that.
>You quickly stopped thinking about that and begun setting up fireplace, some wood, kindling and a tad bit of paper, and fire was up.
>You would much rather use coal than wood, but this fireplace wasn’t really built for that kind of fuel.

>With fire slowly starting, you walked to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat, and looked at the clock.
>It wasn’t really late, so going to sleep didn’t seem like an reliable option.
>You could always do some reading, but you kinda wanted to try out something new, and even got a book about it. Knitting. Why?
>Because of your Babushka. Not Granny Smith, your real Babushka. She was knitting all the time, and made you bunch of scarfs and hats.
>Also because computers are way to expensive in this world, and you decided that having some sort of hobby, even if dumb, or old fashioned, is way better than sulking in your house all day.
>Thus you could hit two birds with one stone. Honor your Babushka memory, and have a hobby. Who knows, maybe you’re a natural in it?
>Finishing your sandwich, you washed your hands and walked towards your table, on which you put your bag and took out the books. But something wasn’t right.
>There was one book to much. It had black cover, with weird symbols all over it. After opening it, there was much more weird symbols, which made you think it was about magic.
>You must’ve take it by accident, but you didn’t really feel like going back to give it back today, so you decided to do this tomorrow. Especially since you just started a fire and you had to keep it going.
> For now, you just left the strange book on the table and grabbed the book about knitting. Alongside all the knitting needles and yarn and opened it at the first page.
>”Wait… Did I buy yarn in this shade of green?” you asked yourself before shrugging and getting to work.