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At first I was simply.. fond of him. Very fond. He was my favorite. I always wanted his attention. But he never paid much attention to me, always focused on his girlfriend: Scag.
She didn’t like me. Still doesn’t. It’s mutual hate, I’m sure. I think she found me creepy, but that’s fitting.
Scag would always find reasons to pull him away from me, or go to another area entirely. Maybe that was a bad move on her part. You know how they say you only want something more if someone says you can’t have it?
I’d watch him. Skim through floppy discs. Anything related to him I’d ingrain in my memory. I even kept a document of everything about him I knew. And the stalking.. oh the stalking~ he only caught me maybe once, but only because of that paranoid bitch. Worth it, honestly.
Eventually that obsession fully took over my life though. When mixing that with my crippling loneliness and need for company.. violence bloomed from the bruises in my mind and heart.
I planned for weeks: Waiting for the perfect time to eliminate my biggest obstacle. And the moment I saw an opportunity? I took it.
While Prototype briefly left scag near an open elevator shaft to go grab something.. I jumped out the vent I was hiding in, and punched her as hard as I could. My knuckles bruised against the thick glass, but it did crack upon impact. Then I pushed her down the shaft, and quickly hid away after noticing his returning footsteps. The wheels made her rather easy to shove. I didn’t have time to check if she actually died, but the chances were likely enough, so I dipped.
Now, I’m not an imbecile, so I waited for his unrelenting questions for everyone about her possible whereabouts to fade after a few days. Once they did, I’d continue attempting to impress him, and getting in his way whenever I could. For a moment there I thought I had.. actually grown on him some.
But he’d still talk to Miché. A LOT. way too much for comfort, as in he’d turn me away to talk to them. So.. I wasn’t going to kill them, but interrogate them. Surely they knew something I didn’t.
It wasn’t too hard to do the old food sedative trick, to my appease. So I drug them to the basement, not bothering past basic restraint and a single plate of food.
Small issue: Miché.. refused to talk. At all. So I made a compromise. If they wouldn’t talk? I wouldn’t feed them until they did. And I locked them down there.. with that one plate of food.
I expected them to talk- to plead- to give me answers! But they didn’t. So I left them down there. I ended up becoming so focused on getting Prototype locked in my bedroom that I’d forgotten Miché was even down there..
—and when I finally did remember, and promptly checked in a moment of panic.. they were dead. Dehydration? Starvation? Didn’t matter. I had no intention of killing them though.. no one could find out. So I put them behind the stairs, in a hidden compartment. Then I boarded it. No one. No one could know. There’s no odor from the oddly preserved corpse, so I used it to my advantage.
Afterwards I went back to reinforcing my bedroom- to get my mind off of that revelation. Several locks per possible escape. My dimensional window? Three locks and a reinforced latch. Double pane tempered glass too. I wasn’t risking that. My closet, air vent, and door also got the multi lock treatment. A prison for us both~ except I got to have a sick ass keyring, so that’s a plus.
He wasn’t particularly happy about being trapped, but whatever, I was with senpai~ I’d do everything to be good enough, even in vain. The bed was always made. Our nightstands clear except for the lamps and my two wedding rings..~ saying mine because he refuses to wear his.
He’d also refuse to sleep on the bed. Soo naturally I had him sleep away in the closet most nights, extra safe~ He would escape every now and then, but I didn’t care~ after all there’s not many places to run. There’s a map border not too deep into the forest.
My sweet senpai~.. I’m almost sorry for trapping him.