Warnings: Murder or talk about it (This is going down quick), I ruined Kyle's character by giving in and making him a yandere (which my kind little bean is not!), kidnapping and cursing but at this point, Cursing is nothing bad. (I AM NOT MAKING THIS AS NORMAL AND CASUAL AS I NORMALLY DO, THIS IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO BE A WAY TO SHOW SOMEONE 'LOVE'.)
Ages: 18 years old both of them.
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Stan's POV.

I slowly start seeing lights, opening my eyes. There is Kyle, just starring at me.

"Oh, you're awake," he says.

He's smiling, it's probably the creepiest smile I've ever seen him do. No, cross that, I saw him do a lot creepier when we made fun of horror movies.

"Kyle... what the fuck is going on?" I ask.

"It's not that easy to tell a murderer... isn't it, dearest?" He asks.

"What the fuck are you saying?" I ask.

"I was going to talk about that... if you would have left me a second to speak," he says.

He literally pulls out a knife.

"It's a lot easier than you think. And quick," he says.

He's turning it around in his hands, leaving me pretty much paralyzed.

"Such a shame Wendy had to step between us," he says.

"What?" I ask.

He points the knife at me.

"It's not kind to stop someone when they're speaking, even if you are beautiful, I expect manners of you," Kyle says.

His voice is chilling calm.

"Okay. How to start? Hm. Maybe saying that I get jealous? Especially when you have something I think of as MINE," he says.

I keep still, even if his yelling is of the last word is creepy as fuck.

"You could say I'm envious. If I want something, I get it," he says.

He puts the knife under my chin.

"Even if it's a person I want," he says.

The knife is dangerously close to hurting me.

"Don't worry, I got them a message. 'Dear mother and father. Don't worry about me. I'm trying to become an adult. Don't be scared. I'll be texting you and come back when I have figured my life out. Stan.' Isn't it weird that I can copy a handwriting so well?" He asks.

"W-What?" I ask.

"Oh I remember writing Wendy's 'suicide letter'. Such a fun one," he says.

I close my eyes, wishing that if I do it enough, I wake up.

"It's nice to see a kind one. I wouldn't even bother trying to get away from that," Kyle says.

"How are you going to convince my parents when I don't come back?" I ask.

"Oh I'm sure you will. For the meantime, I know you well enough to know the right words for everything to be okay," he says.

It's literally a flip of a switch from the Kyle I know.

"How are you sure I'll return and not give you away?" I ask.

He laughs.

"That, Stan, I cannot tell you. But I can say that I know what to do. Exact words. You'll be home by the time you're nineteen, early. And aren't going to say anything," he says.

Is he really that stupid or this something that's going over my head.

"Oh, it's your mom. 'Stan. Nice to know that you are getting well in life! Your father and I are so proud. I'm sure Kyle is too! Have you told him? Tell us where you are. Mom.' Aw. How adorable? You always had the best mom," Kyle says.

"How did they believe you?" I ask.

"Stan, I planned this since Wendy died. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to do, step by step," Kyle says.

He starts going with the knife, down my neck. It's chilling.

"To hurt you or not? To prove a point or not?" He asks.

I feel like I cannot breath.

"Would it be too easy on you to just... take a little bit?" He asks.

He smiles at me, he seems to notice the difficulty in breathing as well.

"Okay, talk to me," he says.

"What am I supposed to say?" I ask.

"Come on, you know what I wanna hear, go ahead," he says.

"Why am I supposed to talk?" I ask.

"Wouldn't want you to be in a panic attack for too long. I am not cruel," Kyle says.

"You were pretty fucking cruel to murder Wendy," I say.

He laughs.

"She was standing between us. Oh but I do apologize. But I couldn't let anyone else have you when i love you," he says.

"Not much love, is it?" I ask.

"I could kill you so quickly," Kyle says.

He points his knife at my neck.

"Do you want to live, Stan?" He asks.

I nod, as quickly as I can.

"Then be a good boy. Won't you?" He asks.

He looks like a maniac, which he clearly is. I start crying.

"Oh hush. I hate to hear you cry," he says.

He rises my head to look at him.

"At least look at me while doing it, I like it when you look at me," he says.

I try my best to move my head down but he keeps it looking at him.

"You always had beautiful eyes," he says.

I can't help my breathing, it's becoming more and more like I'm not breathing.

"You Okay?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Oh still panicking? It's because I'm here?" He asks.

I stay still, although I'm pretty sure that's the exact reason.

"Fine then, I'll go answer your mom. But don't expect to have any company before you learn to appreciate it," he says.

I nod, he kisses my forehead.

"Well then, have fun. You're not getting out of here," he says.

He leaves and immediately after, I look around. I'm put against the wall by rope, with nothing close by. Welp, worth a thought.

"You are not getting out of there!" Kyle says.

I look around for a moment before concluding that he is in fact correct.