TW: yandere themes, kidnapping, use of chloroform, stalking, manipulation of information, mild depression
Based on the music video “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez
Happily, she dashed out to the mailbox in front of her house. Excited she was, it was finally her birthday.
Y/N had been planning the whole thing for months! The decorations, the food, who would be there, every single detail. The street was completely empty. No vehicles were to be seen. A cool wind greeted her, the sun was covered by clouds. Yet that didn’t discourage her.
Although she didn’t tell anyone about her party, she wanted it to be a formal invitation by letter. So today, one daybefore her birthday, she mails the letters.
Satisfied with the pastel pink envelopes wrapped by a red string, she returned indoors.
He spotted her returning to the house. Slyly, he approached the mailbox. Yanking it open, he took all the letters and closed the can again.
Casting a glance at the house, he smiled to himself. She deserved the best gift of all.
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The night turned to day, and Y/N could not contain her enthusiasm.
“Now I should get ready!” she celebrated, the entrance to her house featured a sign that read .
The room was filled with pastel-colored helium balloons and pink ribbons. Party shades on the coffee table and light blue plastic cups. Trays with pizza and sandwiches were there as well. She even bought her own cake.
“Ah, let’s see,” she thought aloud, “I’ve got everything ready…I just have to get dressed.”
Quickly she ran to the staircase.
On the second floor, she entered her room. Pink walls and white furniture decorated the scene. And in front of her bed, hanging above a standing mirror, was her F/C dress.
She tailored it herself. It was a beautiful F/C tulle dress, fell above the knees, and had a lovely sweetheart cleavage. Stars and sparkles decorated the dress. Layers and layers of fabric rolled out from under the skirt, creating a fluffy look.
“Oooh~ It’s my party and I laugh if I want to, laugh if I want to~” she sang as she put on her dress and makeup for the occasion, “I wonder what gifts I’ll get?”
Looking at her reflection, she applied mascara and blush. She was pleased with the result on her face. She had been practicing for months how to apply makeup for this precise moment.
“Hmm~ hm~ hmm~” he hummed softly as he stirred the mixture in the bowl. He was preparing a chocolate cake recipe. His counter was a complete mess; flour, and eggshells everywhere. He wasn’t the tidiest cook, but the results were worth it. Nor was he the best baker around, but for her, he practiced for months and months. Today was an important day.
Wearing his white apron, he turned to the calendar and sighed happily. The day has finally arrived.
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Sitting in the living room, she waited. At any moment the guests would arrive.
Everything was in place. Everything was ready. Everything was going to be perfect for her birthday.
However, it was very quiet in her home…
“While I wait…” she rose from her seat, approaching her radio she had prepared for the occasion, “Time will pass faster with music.”
Returning to her original seat, she continued to stare at the door.
“Any minute now,” she whispered.
Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock. With each passing minute, she slipped to the floor. It was tedious. It had passed far too many hours already, where were her friends?
“Maybe they are about to arrive,” she said to herself.
Her gut began to turn, but she told herself it was excitement…yes…that’s what it was.
The egg timer above the oven counted the seconds rapidly. He just watched as the dough puffed up amidst the heat. His eagerness forced him to glance at the clock every so often.
“I guess I should have started earlier,” he sighed, tired of waiting and resting his head gently between both hands. He figured he wasted time as he watched the cards burn in the fire on the stove when he arrived at his house. He couldn’t help it, those…people…they didn’t deserve to be around her a second longer. All so fake.
Standing up, he went to his living room. Over the fireplace was a small picture. With golden flowered frames. It enclosed a picture of a girl, h/c and e/c. She looked lovely.
“Don’t worry, dear,” he whispered to the framed photo, “I willbe at your party~”
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It was already past noon.
The balloons were slowly losing their helium. Already there were flies flying over the food. Even her dress was getting a little wrinkled.
“Ugh!” she jerked up abruptly from the couch, “This must be a mean prank!”
She thought maybe someone would have left her a voicemail, yeah, surely that’s what it is. Maybe they’d have let her know they’d be late.
Picking up the phone, only the sound of silence greeted her. There was no message, there was nothing.
“Hm,” she sighed wearily, dropping the phone. She didn’t care if it hit the floor.
“Did my invitations disappear?” she sobbed a little, “Why did I put my heart in every cursive letter?”
The sobbing morphed quickly into crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With both hands, she attempted to stop them. She couldn’t understand what she did wrong, she always did everything she could to fit in.
“I even told them the decorations in pastel ribbons,” looking up, she saw her reflection in the mirror hanging above the telephone table.
She looked awful. Makeup smeared all over her face. Her hair was all matted and tangled.
So much effort for nothing…
Pink icing covered the cake. A spatula helped to keep everything neat. He continued his work as a pastry chef, as he still had to visit her. But to be honest, he wasn’t doing a hundred percent great.
“Damn-” he cursed when a bit of the top decorating wasn’t turning out the right way, “I can fix it.”
With a frosting-filled sleeve of light blue icing, he wrote neatly in cursive letters.
Glancing again at the clock, he saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
“Better late than never,” he whispered adding the final strokes, “I think it’s done.”
He grabbed a box he had prepared and placed the cake inside. Wrapping it with a lavender ribbon. He ran back and forth, taking off his apron and getting dressed. Mainly he made sure to have his…other arrangements ready for later.
And he left on his way to her house.
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Popped balloons, severed ribbons, trays of food strewn on the floor, and a smashed cake on the living room table. A scene that portrayed…frustration, to say the least.
The afternoon crept slowly by, a horrible day without a doubt.
Cries echoed through the house.
Y/N was lying on her bed. Lying curled up, she was trying to relax after the outburst she had in the living room.
“Well, to clean up,” sitting down on her bed, she said.
Leaving her room, she detoured first to the bathroom. The dim yellow light illuminated a dark room. The mirror again showed she had smudged mascara and lipstick.
“Today was horrible,” she continued looking at herself in the mirror, “Not my best birthday.”
Tears again trickled down.
“I-it’s not fair,” her voice lacked strength, “I-I just wanted today to be special…”
Turning off the lights of his vehicle, he parked. Night had already fallen. It was totally dark. From his seat, he could see that the light in her bedroom was on, as was the light in the living room.
Without saying anything, he gets out of the car and enters the house. Luckily for him, the door was unlocked. He then thought that she had forgotten to lock it.
“Isn’t she the most forgetful? What would you do without me, honey~” he said in a low whisper. He looked carefully at the entrance, filled with balloons and a beautiful handmade sign.
Then he continued on his way to the living room.
“Oh,” he gasped in surprise at the sight of the mess, “Poor thing.”
He bent down to the floor to pick up the trays, reached for a broom to sweep a little, and grabbed the crushed cake.
“Mine’s better,” he said, tossing this one into the trash can.
“Ugh…” she sighed after blowing her nose with a handkerchief, “Well, at least I have enough food for dinner.”
Heading down the stairs she noticed something…The living room seemed cleaner.
The further down the steps she went, the more she could see. There was no trace of the chaos created by her down here. Approaching the front door, it was locked. So everything was in order, she had locked the door, as she remembered.
“Huh, weird,” she turned toward the living room once more.
She froze instantly.
A pink frosted cake with light blue cursive lettering:
She said nothing but walked over to the cake. It was pretty, yes, but that didn’t take away from the sense of unease of the situation. There were six candles around the edge, most likely for a more decorative purpose. However, these were unlit.
She stood noticing her surroundings. What happened here? Who-?
“Happy birthday~” whispered a voice, deep and masculine, “Oh my, you look so pretty in that dress.”
The person was standing behind her, yet she couldn’t turn around from shock. She was glued in place and through her body ran a tingle of anxiety.
Who was this person?
“I know you spent weeks making it,” the person laughed, footsteps echoing closer, “And it turned out rather heavenly.”
She swallowed hard. What could she do in a situation like this?
“Do you like it? I made it myself,” hands gently rested on my tense shoulders, “Too bad no one came to your party, but don’t worry, I did.”
Reve is a dream demon who prefers to be far from the underworld. He roams the land of the living in search of hosts. He feeds on the fear he spreads in dreams. But that is not enough to satisfy his hunger. He inflicts bad dreams on those he stalks, but youare something else. He believes he has finally found an eternal home.
- How You Met Him
♡ Usually, the guests he takes are easy to frighten. Their dreads are oh so delightful. One or two nights are enough.
♡ You were like any other host. The first night was different, though. Yes, he induced a nightmare, but your fear…it was bitter. It was no pleasure for him. However, that didn’t stop him.
♡ Day after day, your screams and cries did not provide the results he wanted. That was frustrating. What was wrong with you?
♡ In the second week, which by the way is already a longer period of time for him, you did something unexpected. You did not sleep. You did not reach REM state, you did not dream.
♡ That intrigued him. Now you have his undivided attention.
♡ He didn’t know how you did it, but it was a matter of waiting. He’ll get you. No one lasts long without sleep. Let alone you.
♡And when you finally arrived, you didn’t look very happy to be here. Perfect. Maybe you just needed time. Yet…that night wasn’t sweet either. All day long, he thought of ways to get what he needed, he won’t give up so easily.
♡The next night, he thought of a new strategy. If your fear is sour, what about your happiness? Change the perspective a little. Maybe if he made you feel comfortable, safe, and happy…he could take advantage of that.
♡ The moment you had fallen asleep, he initiated his plan. Boy, did it work, maybe it worked too well…so well that now he doesn’t want you to leave.
♡ Time passed quickly, night after night. He couldn’t help but feel unhappy every time you left. He realized that he loves being with you, doing things with you, being the only one who has you. Unfortunately… you found out something you shouldn’t, but it’s not your fault, he let you wander around alone…
Salem is a young man who possesses the art of modern magic. He is a born caster, originating from a family of sorcerers. Being the second born, he has an older sister and a younger sister. He lives with his extended family, in a magical house that is molded to their needs. They all work in a secret business, in which they take advantage of their abilities and offer their occultist services to those who seek them. His world, although surrounded by magic, has no color. It’s boring, no one understands him. That is until youcome along. You are not his first girlfriend, but you will be his wife.
- How You Met Him
♡ The first time he saw you, he couldn’t help but be curious about you. And he could tell that you liked him from the first moment you met him.
♡By asking you out on dates, he realizes that you really are someone who is genuinely welcoming. You’re someone who listens, even when you don’t understand what’s going on.
♡ Consulting his sister Larissa’s fortune-telling cards, the future that awaits you both looks bright. But his sister warns him that if he hastens the course of destiny, everything will fall apart. As if she has any idea who you are or what you look like.
♡We are all fools in love. It’s really the phrase that describes it all.
♡ He tries to win your affection as soon as possible, so he can then have you all to himself. But you’re a little shy to walk down the love lane, aren’t you sweetheart? Don’t worry, he has the solution.
♡He uses his skills to fashion talismans. These talismans will…help you fall deeply in love with him. Of all kinds: necklaces, necklaces, rings, hair clips, earrings. The one you wear the most is his rose quartz necklace.
♡The first few times you felt dizzy, but he told you it was nothing. He would explain that you probably weren’t drinking enough water or something like that. You believed him…not by willful choice.
♡ Every time he returned home, he would tell his sisters how he spent the day with you. They believed it was really all fake, given his previous relationships.
♡ That was until his mother found out about you, she then had a talk with Salem. He then explained everything to her, including…the gifts. She seemed glad that finally, after several failed relationships, her son listened to her advice on using his magic to his advantage.
I want to give you flowers, I want to spend hours writing letters for you and send you paragraphs on how important you are to me.. I really need you..I know I tell you that you mean so much to me a lot but do you really understand that I mean it? Do you know to what degree I care about you? Can you imagine what I mean when I say I would doanything for you? Youre always so sweet to me.. Do I truly deserve you? Heh.. Even if I dont.. I wont let you go now. I will never let you leave. Its not like youd ever want to leave me in the first place, right?<3
