#Kewks Kidnapping

[killemwithkawaii]

Yan san x Yan reader but one of them just has a really big goofy silly temp obsession with the other and starts to slowly find another new toy to "love" while the other tries everything in their power to keep their s/o loving them and then at one point the other just snaps and goes into feminine rage mode(can be applied to sal too because male rage🤢🤢 and everyone needs some feminine rage in the lives) and they maybe kinda lock the other up in the basement of their house and they MIGHT make the other eat their crush without them knowing but idk idk

[CW: No more Mr. Nice Kewk, I am transmasculine and full of rage)

Alright so this ask really rubbed me the wrong way and I will tell you why Anon:

Masculine people have a right to their emotions and to express those emotions without being shamed. Men are allowed to be angry, just as much as they're allowed to be happy or sad. Don't come into my inbox and tell me that an emotion is bad if it's felt/expressed by one gender but good if it's felt/expressed by another. As a transmasculine person who feels a great deal of shame whenever I feel any amount of anger, however justified, because of the stigmas and societal pressures put on masculine people, their emotions and how they should or shouldn't express them, I am not going to stand for it. It's perfectly fine if men being angry and expressing it in unhealthy ways personally makes you uncomfortable (hell, it makes ME uncomfortable), but saying 'all masculine anger is disgusting, but it's okay as long as he's angry in a ✨f e m i n i n e✨ way (whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean)' isn't very feminist of you.

P.S. Rage can be very hot or very scary no matter the gender of the person expressing it, and having a yandere snap, kidnapping your darling and locking them in your basement (then possibly feeding them the flesh of their crush without their knowledge) has no specified gender ��‍♂️

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ Day 3: Bites

Well, getting them to eat something hasn’t gone as well as I’d wanted. I know they’re scared that I’ve put something in it, but it’s been three days already and I’m starting to get worried. I can hear their stomach growling and they seem so tired, but they’re still fighting me at every chance they get… Hopefully letting them have that tantrum helped them blow off some steam and they’ll be more receptive to food later today. [They said it made for a good goretober prompt, at least.]

-L.S.S. 

[killemwithkawaii]

K.E.W.K.: In case you guys were wondering why my goretober prompt was late yesterday and why I’m still trying to get those blood stains out of my sweater💕💦

L.S.S.: 😈🔪💙💙💙💙

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ 2020 Day 19: (Attempted) Eye Trauma

[I guess that’s what I get for falling asleep next to them on the couch...]

-L.S.S.

Bonus:

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ 2020 Day 21: ‘Unmasked’

[Sorry for being AFK today. Your ‘senpai’ and I have been a little preoccupied 💙💙💙]

-L.S.S. 

[killemwithkawaii]

Goretober Day 30: ‘Love Sick (pt. 1)’

K.E.W.K.: I didn’t have enough time to do all the shading I wanted to do on this, but I wanted to make my own version of the painting I made of Sally in the first universe where we met. I wish I could have seen it- it sounds beautiful~ 💕

L.S.S.: Oh Mitchie!! 💙 This one is just as good as the first, maybe even better... I’m so touched... 💙💙💙💙 Hey, what’s part two going to be?

K.E.W.K.: You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out c; 💘💘💘

L.S.S.: Heh, I can’t wait... 💙

[killemwithkawaii]

Halloween's coming up and not to be that guy but-

Sal would totally fuck his werewolf s/o, just sayin. Manlet is definitely a freak.

Goretober 2020 Day 26: ‘Monster Form’

L.S.S.: I mean

[killemwithkawaii]

Goretober Day 29: Demon

K.E.W.K.: Another late entry because Sal refuses to break character- Since that’s been the theme for the day, I thought it was about time I show off Demon!Sals other forms! Y/N is going to have their hands full~💕💕💕 I now know from experience 💦👍

L.S.S.: Heh. Don’t worry, I’ll change back into my regular old immortal self tomorrow. I had this getup custom made and we’re getting our moneys worth 😈💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ 2020 Day 6: Delusions

I made us eggs on toast for breakfast. They asked me why I made it again, and how I knew how they liked their eggs cooked in the first place. I said, "Because you love having this for breakfast, and you always like having them cooked this way. Every time." 

I've tried to explain it to them little by little because there's just so much. I can't keep all the memories straight anymore, and I've started taking a lot of information for granted, so I have to fill in the holes in the stories as I go. Mitchie knows the beginning [or at least a watered-down version of it] by heart, but from there, everything I say sounds so disjointed and unbelievable.... I don't blame them for thinking it's all a delusion. It’s still so frustrating. How many times am I going to have to swear I'm telling them the truth before they’ll believe me? I don't want to have to lie to them anymore. I thought that they would be happy about it. Why can’t we just skip to the good part for once? I promised I would make it perfect this time. What if I never get another chance? I can’t fail them again. Not again. I won’t. I promise. 

-L.S.S.

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ 2020 Day 20: ‘Sorrow’

Today, they told me that they hate me.

I was expecting it. They had been 'secretly' chatting with some of their friends when they thought I wasn't paying attention. I let it slide so I could find out what they were planning. 

"You should throw a tantrum"

"You should run"

"You should seduce him"

"You should stab him"

I had expected all of it. I thought I was prepared. I thought it wouldn't hurt if I knew it was coming. I was wrong. 

It started when they said they wanted to lie down and I followed them into the bedroom. They said that they wanted to be alone. I insisted I join them, since we have less than two weeks left together. They started insulting me. I didn't buy it.

"I know you're just trying to hurt me. I saw your messages. I know you don't mean what you're saying."

They told me they did, that it didn't matter what they had said to their friend the night before. They hated me, and they meant it.

"I don't even care who you are anymore. It doesn't matter. I'm done playing. You could be the real-deal, honest-to-god Sal Fisher, and I would still hate you. You make me sick. Why did you have to do this to me?"

They had said that same thing to me just before our first parting. 'Why did you have to do this to me?' It shouldn't have taken me by surprise, but it did.

"You've ruined everything. You've taken everything away from me. You've taken Sal away from me. I'll never be able to look at him again and it's all your fault. He used to make me so happy. He brought me so much joy and comfort and cheered me up whenever I needed it, but everything is tainted now. I'll never be able to think about him without thinking about you. I'm never going to be able to draw him or write about him again. He's gone.  He's fucking gone because of you. You took Sally away from me and I fucking hate you for it. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to delete everything on my blog and I'm never touching that stupid game ever again. I'm done. I'm fucking done. Thanks a lot for 'fulfilling my wildest fantasies,' you sadistic prick. I hope you fucking choke."

I felt like I was. I couldn't breathe. They had never looked at me like that before. They were wearing the exact expression I'd been trying so hard to keep them from making all this time: Disappointment. Hatred. Disgust. I couldn't keep myself together any longer. I left them alone in the bedroom with their laptop so that they wouldn't see me, but they must have heard me through the door...

 They're right. I've been denying it this entire time, but they’re right. This is just like all the other times that I've come into their life. I've ruined everything for them. Again.

I had convinced myself that I was doing all of this for their sake, for our sake, but it's not true. I was blinded by selfishness. I was grieving. I was lonely. I was desperate. I missed them so much, and felt so guilty for getting them wrapped up in my misfortune in the first place, I didn’t care what I had to do to make it up to them... 

I see now that that had nothing to do with this Mitchie. 

They weren't the one that I made all those promises to. No matter what they've written, they didn't ask for any of this. I'm such an idiot. I should have jumped as soon as I started thinking about doing all this to them. I never even considered that I could just leave them alone after I found them. I could have avoided all this suffering and just been happy that they were finally able to live a fulfilling life and that some version of me was already a big part of it. I thought that they would love me no matter what. I thought I could do anything I wanted to them in order to keep my promise, even if I hurt them in the process... 

What is wrong with me? What would the original Mitchie say, if they could see me doing all of this to them? I've been so cruel. They would probably say that they hate me, too, and I wouldn't blame them at all for it.

I'm sorry, Mitchie. You've been so brave. I've asked so much of you, and all I've done is make excuses when you asked me for something in return. It's not fair to you. I'm sorry I've been such a coward. I'm sorry I asked you to trust me when I didn't trust you in the first place. You deserve so much better than this.

It might be too late, but you should know that I’m going to do what you’ve been asking of me tonight. I hope you can forgive me for everything I've done to you.. Once I'm gone, I hope you can still keep loving the version of me that lives in your writing and in your head. If he can still make you happy, then that will be good enough for me. The real me will never interfere with your life again. I promise.

Forever yours,

Love-Sick Sally

[killemwithkawaii]

I'd be really interested in hearing about the different prior universes you guys were together in... Perfect Mitch? Video Game Mitch? I'd love more detail on all of them, honestly, if you'd be comfortable sharing. It's possible you've said and I haven't seen, though! I've just seen the art of all the different echoes and the moodboards Sally made.

I’m honestly dying to share! Sally spent most of our first few weeks in the cabin reminiscing about them and it was really interesting to have so many ‘what if’s answered~ I’ve learned so much about my other selves, I’m tempted to make character sheets for all of them and type up all of Sals stories so I can keep it all organized. Until I get around to that, here’s a basic rundown:

AU1 ‘Penpal’~

-She/them, afab, 23, art student

-Became penpals with Sal while he was on death row

-Cause of death: Car crash (suicide)

-Sals promise: “I’ll find you again and give us another chance to be happy.”

AU2 ‘Coworker’~

-He/them, amab, 25, fry cook at the Nockfell Diner

-Met Sal when he got a job as a dishwasher in the diner and quickly adopted him as his ‘work bae’

-Cause of death: Car crash (accidental)

-Sals promise: “I promise we’ll have a lot more fun together.”

AU3 ‘Dealer’~

-He/him, amab, 27, drug dealer (mostly party drugs and weed)

-Hooked up with Sal at a house party and became his regular dealer

-Cause of death: ??? (Sal left this universe after he died of an accidental overdose)

-Sals promise: “I promise to be more in control.”

AU4 ‘Videogame’~

-Sexless (fem and masc presenting), any pronoun, <1 (appears to be in early 20s), AI

-Sals randomly generated ‘S/O’ or ‘Simulated Other’, a portable AI similar to a very advanced tamagotchi

-Cause of death: Erased user profile (deleted by Todd); Irreparable case and microchip damage (smashed by Larry)

-Sals promise: “I promise to be more careful with you.”

AU5 ‘Neighbor’~

-They/them, afab, 25, freelance artist (specialized in erotic and horror themes)

-Met Sal when they moved into the apartment next-door to his

-Cause of death: ??? (Sal attempted to strangle them on the night of the cult ritual, but failed to do so before the police intervened) 

-Sals promise: “I promise to make it perfect next time.”

AU6 ‘Perfect’ (not pictured):

-They/them (occasional he), afab, 26 (currently), freelance artist and avid SF fanfiction/art blogger

-Met a version of Sal when they played a videogame in which he was the main character, then met the real Sal when he tracked down and kidnapped them

-Cause of death: ??? (I lived, bitch uwu 👌)

-Sals promise: “I promise to love you.”

(Here’s a link to those moodboards anon-chan mentioned, and a link to the drawings I did of the AU ‘endings’)

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ Day 9: ‘The Void’

I've started telling them everything over again from the beginning. The first thing I had to do was try to explain The Void. I still don't completely understand it myself, but I get the gist by now. 

The version that they learned about originally was very simple. It was just like when I first arrived. The House had two levels, and the one hallway leading from Jims workshop, which contained six doors in total. 

It's different now. Each time I've come back, there's been something new: a new door, a new hallway, a new staircase leading to a new level of the house, containing more new doors and hallways and staircases. What used to be a straight-shot to a few different universes has grown into a literal maze of possible realities. Jim says that every action a person commits can cause a new possibility, which itself can cause more possibilities, which is why all my messing around in different timelines has caused the inside of the house to expand wildly [though from the outside, it still somehow looks the same as it always has]. 

I tried, but I've given up on making a map. It changes so frequently, there would be no point. I sometimes go into a door only to find myself in a completely different section of the house when I come back out. It doesn’t make any sense. There doesn't seem to be any kind of pattern to the layout of the house or door numbers anymore, and the realities within the doors near each other don't seem to have much in common, either. It's random, or at least it appears to be.

I still have no idea what I'll find when I jump. In some universes, I start out as a child, and Jim has to step in to remind me of what's going on [again]. In others, I'm an adult, and I remember everything, but I might already be in prison or I showed up too late to stop anything from happening. Some realities are so similar to my original timeline or to each other that I have to remind myself that I went through a door to get there. Others are so different, I wonder if I should be there at all... 

In any case, I try to stick around until I'm absolutely sure that the timeline I'm in has reached a 'dead end'. I’ve learned the hard way that there’s no going back: Once I jump back out of a universe, the door that contains it seals itself shut. So, just to be safe, I usually stay put until the body I'm inhabiting is destroyed and I'm unable to do anything else while I’m there. 

I've died more times and in more ways than I can remember now. It sucks, but it's not so bad. Yeah, I'd rather not get shot or impaled or crushed again [because it still hurts like a bitch], but it's not like it hasn't all happened to me before. I know what to expect, so it doesn't really scare me anymore, ya’know?

The one of the strangest things I've learned about the void is how time works [or doesn't work] there. I've started to measure my time spent in the halls and out in the open part of The Void in steps, rather than in minutes or hours. It's the only thing I could think of to use as a consistent marker, since there’s no sunlight or clocks. As for my time spent within doors, I've found I can pretty much take all the time I want in each one. 

When I first started, I would go through timelines as quickly as possible (a few months, tops), then check back in with Jim, Ash and Todd as soon as I returned. They started getting annoyed with me for popping in every few minutes. Now, I try and spend at least a couple perceived decades behind doors between each visit, or go for a long walk outside, so they can all have a few hours of peace. My longest stint of wandering the halls and spending time in different timelines so far was about 350 perceived years, collectively. When I popped back into my original reality, Ash filled me in on what she had done with her ‘luxurious week of me-time.' I don't blame her at all for wanting time to herself [since I kind of inhabit her arm while I'm there and all that] but it gets pretty lonely wandering around there all by myself, and Jim still isn't much of a conversation partner. But, I can't exactly blame him for that, either...

[...I'm honestly afraid I'm going to end up the same way.]

-L.S.S.

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ 2020 Day 17: ‘Futility’

Mitchie went on a walk today.

I wanted to help make them feel better after they had that awful nightmare yesterday night. I broke out the fancy coffee beans, queued up some of their favorite kids movies, and made a blanket nest on the couch for us to cuddle in. We watched a couple movies while I had my arm around them, and I would occasionally give them those forehead 'kisses' they like so much. 

They had asked a few times if we could go outside for a while. I promised I was going to spoil them rotten that day, so I wasn't about to say no when they asked again today.

"How about a walk?"

"Yeah!"

I gave them some sweats and a coat to put on, as well as their shoes. I lead them by the hand down the dirt trail. It twisted and split and folded in on itself in places. I had memorized the correct paths in preparation for their stay and lead us straight down to the stream. The water was too cold at this time of year to think of dipping our toes, but it was still pretty to look at. We walked along the rocky bank, admiring the changing leaves and picking up stones that caught our eye. They said they were getting a little tired, so we sat on a fallen tree to rest. I had my head on their shoulder and was tracing my thumb over their knuckles when they said that they spotted another rock to collect by the shore. They got up slowly and padded lightly toward the spot to keep their footing, reached down as if to pick something up, then ran. 

They sprinted down the bank in the direction of the water flow, kicking up gravel and dodging branches without daring to look back. I'm sure they thought I was chasing them.

I didn't. I got up with a sigh and headed back to the cabin to start dinner. 

I found them a few hours later. It had gotten dark, and it was getting very, very cold. They had gotten stuck at the fork where the stream met the large river cutting through the mountains, about two miles from where we originally sat. I was honestly impressed they had made it that far. They had strength in some instances, but had never been very fast on their feet. After only being allowed to walk around the cabin for the last two weeks, a cold sprint through the woods was a lot to ask. 

The swift current, frothing rapids, and approaching nightfall would have been enough to deter most from trying to wade across. Judging from their damp clothes and hair, they had tried anyway. They were curled up with their head on their knees and shivering and rocking a bit in an attempt to sooth themselves. I could hear them sniffing, but they were too lost in their own head to hear the gravel crunching under my feet as I walked toward them. 

I imagined they were considering their situation: Alone, in the middle of the wilderness, in the dark, in October, with nothing but the wet clothes on their back. No food, no water, no phone, no map, no flashlight, no ID, no knife, no mask. They didn't even know if they were in the same state as they were when I picked them up. They had nothing. 

Or, at least, they had nothing except for me. 

"Mitchie?" They yelped when I put my hand on their back. They looked terrified. They looked lost. They looked hopeless. They also looked very, very hungry. 

"Aw Mitchie, you're soaked! You’re gonna freeze...”  I put my extra jacket around their shoulders and helped to bring them to their feet.

“Let's get you back home, dry you off, and get you into some dry clothes, okay? I have some stew in the crockpot too. it should be done by the time you change. We'll have you all nice and warm again in no time..."

"...how did you know I was here,” they managed to ask through chattering teeth. “I could have doubled back and crossed the stream where it was shallow, I could have gone into the woods... I could have been anywhere..."

"Heh, I know you can be a little impulsive sometimes. I kind of expected you to try an impromptu solo hike at some point, so I made sure to give you something to help me find you, in case you got lost."

They looked down at themselves. The clothing they were wearing was all theirs, but I had had more than enough time with it in my possession to sew trackers in the seams. It was the same with their shoes, their hair ties, their jewelry....

 They had also been unconscious for almost two days after I brought them here. I could have put one in their hair, under their skin, in their teeth, in their stomach... They had no way of knowing, and I wasn't about to tell them. 

"You don't have to worry. I might lose you, but I'll always find you again, Mitchie. Every time... I promise."

-L.S.S.

[killemwithkawaii]

Goretober prompt? Mutilation and/or self mutilation :))))

K.E.W.K.: I would like to thank each and every one of my precious, darling kouhai for all of your undying support and encouragement. You should receive your personalized thank-you letter in a week or two!!  💌💕

L.S.S.: Yeah. No. Babe, that’s gross. [And I don’t think we have enough stamps...]

[killemwithkawaii]

Good morning, everyone. K.E.W.K. would like you to know that they will be drawing some of those goretober requests that you’ve been sending in starting  today. 

I am also required to make the following statement:

I, Sal ‘Sally Cake’ ‘Pretty Boy’ Fisher, am an adorable idiot and I need to chill. Also, kidnapping is bad and my butt is nice. 

Thank you for your time. 

-L.S.S.

[killemwithkawaii]

‘Goretober’ Day 2: Stalker

Mitchie was still pretty groggy after the other night, but I managed to convince them to draw something this morning before they fell asleep again. I think it’s the last thing they can recall before I took them home? I’ll ask them to clarify when they feel up to it. (Since I haven’t gotten them to eat anything yet, the low blood sugar and likely caffeine withdrawal probably isn’t helping with their lethargy... I’ll let them rest for now and try again in a little while.) 

-L.S.S.