[Y/N]: your name
[E/C]: eye color
[H/C]: hair color
[N/N]: nick name
[S/C]: skin color
Etc

“Dude! Look at this! My story, A Yandere Sister, made it to the top five stories! They want to meet me tomorrow at the City Hall!” You exclaim happily as your guy friend chuckles at you, crashing down a huge hand on your back, hurting a bit, but you're use to his roughness.

(That sounds weird lol)

“Way to go [Y/N]! I knew you'd make it in life with your weird talent!” Thomas smirks like an idiot at you.

He's been there for you ever since your recent breakup with a girl who didn't find your writing... Well— attractive. She wanted someone who could hunt down bad guys and tag her along with them.

You?

You're a chill dude, of course when something happens you are going to do something about it, but you won't be stupid about it. You like many of things, yet writing takes the cake. It was a passion of yours that you can not tame.

Drawing? Yes please! You love drawing what you love, but you never take art classes because you feel it's holding you down. You were a free, kind spirit, but a viscous person to those who hurt the ones you cared about.

You smile at Thomas, he was recently beat up by a gang in the back streets of New York, but if you hadn't of stopped by he would have died. Now he follows you everywhere— practically moved in with you after the incident.

🏵️

"HEY! GET OFF OF HIM!" You shout out in a panicked but stern, vicious voice as your body jolts over, shoving the guy's arm up as his finger slips and the gun goes off.

The guy growls at you, trying to push you off, but it was of no use, you were stronger than him by all means. [height] and [weight] were a great help with this after all your defense training with your dad.

"Back off bell boy!" The guy grunts, staggering back to land on his butt, but the gun slides over to the stranger that was being attacked, as he scoops it up and points it at his attacker.

"Get out of here you damn animals!" The guy shouts, giving a fierce glare at them, but it didn't look serious with his swollen eye and bloodied face.

The guy ran off, the others following behind. You turn to look at the brown orbs staring at you with a bit of fear, the gun was pointed right at you. You hold your hands out as if that would stop the short, black haired man.

"Woah! I saved you, well, sorta, but still. Don't shoot." You tell him as he lowers the gun, groaning as his hand grasps his side. It was bleeding, it had already soaked his clothes. You rush over as you wrap his arm over your neck to help pick him up.

"I got ya," You mumble as you lift him to his feet. "I got you." You help carry him to a hospital.

"T... Thank you..." He mumbles.

You smile down at him, "No problem."

🏵️

“Thanks.” You tell him. He nods, but looks down at his watch.

“Hey, we should get going or we'll be late for class.” He tells you while standing to his feet.

“Yeah! Right!” you scurry to your feet, setting your original book down with the paper on top to go get your backpack.

“I'll meet you outside, I've gotta change and call to see what time I'm meeting the people tomorrow. It won't be but just a second.” You wave your hand at Thomas, urging him on out as he nods and follows your hand, hurrying out.

He shuts the door telling you that he's outside waiting for you. You pull out your phone as you dial the Town Hall's number. You put your phone to your ear as they answer after a few rings.

“Hi! I'm [Y/N] [L/N], the author of A Yandere Sister. I was wondering what time tomorrow?” You ask while walking up the stairs to your room.

You set the phone down, putting it on speaker as you rush around to change into your school clothes. Once dressed you pick back up the phone, putting it off speaker phone. “4:30pm? Tomorrow?... Okay, thank you.” You hang up, still grasping the phone in your hand as you leave your room.

As you hurry downstairs, you hear a small squeal as a girl tackles you as you were still walking down the steps.

“Augh!” You feel yourself slip while automatically wrapping your arms around her, she pins you to the stairs with her tiny figure that clutches to you like damp clothes.

“Oh master! Creator! Oh how I've longed to finally embrace the one who made me with just words upon paper!”

This tiny girl was actually a yandere child who is very protective of her older brother Tom, in your story. You gulp down the panic as you chuckle, pushing the girl off of you to sit up and find your phone missing.

“Okay. I don't know how you got in my house, but if you just wanted to talk, I don't mind. But not like this, where are your parents sw- gah! How did you–”

You feel your mouth drop open at the tiny girl who giggles at you with pure innocence— but you knew there was just something off about it. She was waving your phone around in her slender fingers, staring at you almost lustfully.

“Do you not believe me?~” She coos, seeing the fear radiating off of your eyes, a few sweat droplets form on your upper cheek.

“I-I do! Please Isabella, give me back my ph-phone!” You use her character name, hoping this child who is pretending to be your character, would listen to you.

She smirks, tapping a pointer finger on her right cheek while puckering her lips.

“Isabella needs some loving from master.” She giggles, her eyes becoming half lidded.

My God, what have I created? You thought.