Idontneedsleep671 - Needsleep

so I go to animation school now

Camilo x GHOSTreader

Warnings: nothing too crazy but there is a make-out session, ghosts(?) Might do more on this but im not sure yet depends on how you feel about it, !!angst!! (Light yandere? If you squint) and death!!

Camilo had no idea where you came from, he had no idea why you were here, he had no idea why he was the only one that could see you. But he didn't really care, to be honest, he liked having you to talk to by himself without anyone trying to take you away.

He didn't have to worry about any of that, however, this came with its problems, for example, when he would talk to you his family only heard him and thought he might be having sine issues or he could touch you but to everyone else, it looked like he was just touching air and looked strange and people were starting to worry about him.

He heard them all the time, "what's wrong with Camilo?"- " why is Camilo acting that way?"-"is Camilo ok?" And at this point, Camilo was getting tired of it. He didn't want people to start poking him for answers to his behavior but he couldn't tell them anything what was he supposed to say? "I'm acting strange because I'm in love with a ghost but you can't see them?" He couldn't they would only worry more and might try to send him away to fix him.

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So he did the one thing he could to try and get some suspicion off him for a little while, he started ignoring you.

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You didn't like that

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You had started to follow Camilo Everywhere and Camilo didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to handle it.

You followed him around the village-

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"Hey, Milo!" You called out to him as he walked down the path to get trying to reach the little marketplace so he could have Pitahaya he had been crazing it for a few days now.

But he couldn't focus on where he was going with you floating around him calling his name and even getting in his face giving him Eskimo and butterfly kisses he was getting frustrated cut tried nit to snap at you especially out in public where it would look like he was yelling at nothing. "Camilo! Camilo! C'mon say somethin' let's play some pranks! Have some fun!" But he just brushed around you not even bothering to look at you and he make your un-beating heart feel like it was being ripped in half, why wasn't he talking to you? -

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you followed him around Casita when he was cleaning his room or trying to help set the table-

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Camilo slipped on his yellow Ruana shaking his head a little so his curls didn't stick together after pulling it over his head. Picking up a few things from the floor of his room before he was called down to help set up the table for dinner, you followed him the whole way. You hovered over his shoulder while he cleaned his room and how were hovering above him your hands lightly playing with his curls he normally would have smiled and playfully to you to cut it out but he didn't his frown only pulled down farther and his eyes drooped down in an annoyed expression, now you were worried was it something you did? Maybe you said? You couldn't think of anything you had done to make him act this way and it make you sad thinking that he didn't want to talk with you.

At first, you thought he was losing the ability to interact with you which made you panic and would have made you hyperventilate if you could. But you could still touch him and he had looked at you a few times when he thought you weren't looking so you knew he could still interact with you so why was he doing this?

You continued to follow him, now hovering on his side fazing through everyone else in the room who walked into you they shivered as you went through them your cold temperature momentarily affecting them, Isabela walked past him going through you shivered and turned to Camilo "jeez you're cold, is that you?" Camilo turned to his Prima tilting his head in 'confusion' "what do you mean?" Isa just shrugged assuming it was just a chill and Camilo shot you a light glare why was he mad at me?

He walked around the table placing glasses for everyone as you tried to get him to interact with you at this point you didn't care how you just wanted no NEEDED his attention, you pulled his ruana twirled his curls around your finger but nothing seemed to be working but the annoyed expression on his face was getting more and more noticeable as you continued.

Finally, when things were just about to be finished and he was set to get the last plate of food in the kitchen and he stopped for a moment to look at the plated food you wrapped your arms around him from behind nuzzling him and pushing your bose in his hair and for a moment you could have sworn you felt your dead heart beat for once in a long long time but that feeling was ripped from you the moment you heard him let you a small grunt and shrugged you off of him and he walked away.

You floated there for a moment before you felt something you haven't in a long time and didn't even know you could do, a tear fell from your eye, you touched your face feeling the moisture... You were crying?-

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You even followed him in the shower at some point-

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You sat- or hovered on Camilo's bed he was in the bathroom and you didn't want to bother him, not after last night's dinner. You tried you really really tried... But you just couldn't hold it. You wisped over going right through the door waiting right outside the shower curtains for Camilo. your raging mind calming in his presence. You felt safer in a way, you knew that you were unhealthily dependent on Camilo but you were alone for so long by yourself, and now that you had someone, someone that could see you that could hear you, you didn't want to let go. You didn't want to be alone ever again not after losing Car-

"What are you doing?!" Camilo yelled at you making you jump being pulled from your thoughts, Camilo stood there in a towel hair dripping and his pretty face twisted with frustration. "I just wanted to-" you didn't get to finish what you were saying "God why can't you just! LEAVE ME ALONE?! WHY ARE YOU SO ATTACHED TO ME?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" you just stared at him not understanding didn't he like you? Why was he yelling? Why was he mad?

"ALL YOU EVER DO FOR ME IS SCREW THINGS UP! MY FAMILY THINKS I AM CRAZY, THE VILLAGE THINKS I AM SICK! ALL I WANT ARE FOR THINGS TO BE NORMAL BUT I CAN'T DO THAT WITH YOU TRYING TO SCREW IT UP EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS!" you just sat there letting Camilo rant and yell, his breaths were quick and heavy his body hunched over the sink with his head in his hands, your lips quivered. Is that what he thinks of you? Does he think you are doing this on purpose? You just wanted to be with him, you just didn't want to be alone so why was he? You didn't even let your tears fall before you wiped from the bathroom into his room and the old chest at the very back of his obnoxiously big walk-in closet where you came out from. Laying in your old dusty chest made you think if how long you were only in this small cramped space, laying in this chest for so long. You remember it like it was yesterday when you were locked in this chest, you screamed and cried hoping someone would hear you but no one came to save you, you don't remember dying exactly, all you remember is crying feeling hungry very hungry then you remembered going to sleep you remember your body feeling lighter and lighter than nothing you remember feeling like air almost then you remember waking up and being met with Hazel eyes, olive skin dotted with freckles, and beautifully curled hair. He looked so familiar and you never knew why, until you did.-

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Camilo Felt bad he truly did, maybe he didn't at that moment when he saw you were gone and he felt a slight feeling of relief and even more so that he didn't have to deal with you when he walked out of the bathroom and saw his sister standing there with wide eyes and a shocked and slightly concerned expression on her face.

But a few days later when he took note of how he had not seen you for a few days he started to worry and the weight of the words he said to you started to push down on him, and that's when the guilt started to set in. Why did he say that to you? Where were you? He... Missed you.

He looked around trying to find any clue as to where you could be. He walked around Casita through the village and even got some strange stares from people but he didn't care anymore he needed to find you. He was starting to panic he was searching everywhere when he bumped into someone, "oh hey Camilo!" The blond girl said smiling with a blush her green eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "yeah, hey Rosie" he said looking around trying to spot you around, which wouldn't normally be hard since your color palette stood out from everyone else in the village your colors were dark and almost drained of life, "so what are you up too?" Rosie asked taking a step towards him her smile slightly faulting as she noticed she wasn't looking at her. "I uhh- looking for... Someone" Rosies smile had fallen completely "looking? For who?" Just as she had said that Camilo had an idea as to where you could be and he started rushing there "yeah yeah, it was good talking with you Rosie."

Camilo rushed into Casita bounding up the stairs two steps at a time to get to his room, blaming the doors to his closet open rummaging around 'where where where is it where is it!' He thought as he frantically searched if the old Chest that he had found in his closet all that time ago, he remembered the day he found that chest and who was inside.

. . . .

Camilo was cleaning up his room after his mother scolded him for letting it get so messy, he grumbled about how he was tired and didn't want to do this but cleaned anyways. As he was putting his clothes away he thought he should clean out his closet too he might get extra servings at dinner as a reward if he did and showed his mother, so that's what he did but the farther he went into his closet he noticed this dusty and odd smell 'I definitely need to clean this closet now then' he thought as the odd smell and dust tickled his nose, making him scrunch his nose and fight the urge to sneeze.

He started taking the clothes from the racks but none of them were what was causing the smell. So he kept looking around, what was it mice? Bugs? Old clothes that he had forgotten to clean? The more he thought about it the more he reprimand himself for not being cleaner. That was when the odd smell became very noticeable 'what the hell was that-' Camilo didn't get to finish his thought as he had just slammed his toe into something making dust fly up into the air, Camilo took a sharp inhale only to immediately cover his nose and mouth whatever the smell was it was coming from this chest, the only issue is that he didn't recognize this chest, he had never seen it before so where did it come from? Camilo braced himself holding his breath before he unlocked the chest and opened it. And that's when the smell was too much to handle, he didn't even get to see what was inside as his eyes watered and his vision became blurry, Camilo felt his stomach clench and he had to get up and get some water before he lost what he ate for breakfast this morning. But as he was leaving he heard something, "you opened my chest." A soft voice came and he whipped around to the voice, spotting you. Your hair had lost its lively color even turning a dark deathly shade of blue and black, your hair was knotted and your clothes were slightly stained from being in the chest for so long with all the dust and rot, your eyes seemed to be downcast and sad but were still placed with shock and happiness?

Who were you? Where did you come from? The chest? But that's such a small and tight space so how? Were you the cause of the smell? But before he could think anymore you had pounced on him, hugging him tightly as you both fell to the floor, but you couldn't be the cause of the smell when you pushed yourself on him all he could smell were... Flowers? But not like the ones Isa grows, while yes like Isa you had the smell of roses in you but you also had smelled of other flowers he didn't recognize right away like lilies, lavender, and was that baby's breath?

Camilo though confused was concerned about the horrid rotting smell coming from the chest long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you asking you all kinds of questions and when he noticed your lack of a shadow and no reflection in the mirror he knew something was off about you, he knew you were special.

. . . .

Camilo found it, the chest that started it all, and without a second thought, he opened the chest finding you inside crying. How long were you in there crying for?

"Y/n?" Camilo called softly for you but you didn't respond so with a deep breath he was reaching into the Chest, it still had some slim and rot at the sides with dust at the bottom from your bones being decomposed into nothing but dust. He lifted you with no struggle thanks to you being light as air now in your ghost form, he carried you to his bed and placed you down best he could on his bed, he tried to place a hand on your cold cheek but you turned away crying harder causing your eye to fall from its socket and roll along the floor. Camilo who by now had seen this a hundred times simply picked up your eyes pulling anything that could've gotten stuck to it off before taking you by the hand and placing your eye in your palm, you sniffled turning away from hun before sticking your eye back in.

"I am sorry I yelled at you."- he whispered softly to you, he knew his sister could probably hear, he knew she would most likely tell, and Isa would tease him for having an imaginary girlfriend but he didn't care he knew you were real, wait what girlfriend?- " I didn't mean any of those awful things I said to you, please don't cry." He pulled you into his side nuzzling his nose in your untamed hair the scent of flowers filling his senses. "Why did you say? Why did you ignore?" You huffed not being able to get through a full sentence without wanting to sob.

Camilo's expression softened impossibly so, as he took hold of your cold hand his fibers over your slightly discolored skin, "I thought it would fix how I felt, I was selfish and didn't want people poking at me as to why I was acting strange. I thought if I ignored you those people would go away and I thought that feeling would stop and go back to the way it felt when we were friends." He looked at you and could see the confusion in your eyes asking him what he meant by that "Y/n I'm in love with you." You both gazed into the eyes of each other as if concerning what he had just said as you both slowly leaned into each other "Camilo." You lean in inches away "Mi Amor" Camilo leaned in closing the space in between you. His lips were soft despite being slightly chapped his skin was warm you craved his warmth. Your lips moved against each other smoothly spilling all of your love and affection for each other into the kiss, he pulled you improbably closer practically sitting in his lap, your fingers pulling at his curls you pull away from him forgetting that unlike you he needed air, his hand came up to brush some hair from your face, you lean to his warm touch, you just adored him. No words were needed to show how you both felt at this moment, you moved forward and kissed his neck smiling a bit at the small marks you left behind he let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into you at the feeling you were cold but he enjoyed it, the cold feeling against his skin. He laid back his head hitting his soft pillow with you atop him and he smiled up at you as you rubbed softly at his sides he squirmed slightly from the tickly feeling and you giggled and were going back to kiss but then the door slammed open.

Camilo shot up with you still in his lap to see his sister,

"If you are gonna be gross and imagine things about your imaginary girlfriend could you at least wait till buggy where everyone us asleep and I'm knocked out and I can't hear you please!"

Camilo's face went bright red and you giggled as his sister let out a squeak before shutting the door.

Happy penguin

(F/H) =favorite hobby.

I have the weirdest crush on this freaking duck and I don’t know why, so I’m taking out my confusion on this matter by making him yandere. Sorry that this is so long, boring and slow but I’m a sucker for slow burns and just dislike instant love. This went from just from headcannons to a freaking long ass story. I think I’ll make more on how the reader reacts when they find out just how mentally fucked Scrooge became.

Who knows, maybe I’ll write one for good ol’ Flinty. I have a feeling he’d just drop kick any rival he spots without much qualms about it. Meanwhile, Scrooge has a full on psychological derailment.

TW: manipulation, dependent behavior, stalking, and more.

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•To be honest, the likelyhood of Scrooge turning into a yandere might be higher than you think. He’s capable of self defense and can fight. He literally hunts treasure for a living. He also has a trillion dollar stockpile sitting around begging to be used for cover ups. His determination is pretty crazy, and he’s seen a lot on his adventures, things that would kind of instill a paranoia over time or an unhealthy me mentality. He can easily hide behind a professional front. Oh, and if he so wanted, he could travel and bury any evidence under a volcano. :)

•Since this is a yandere AU or, I’m gonna go with the idea that this is a what if the show had a TV-14 rating as well, so much darker themes can link and be explored.

•After pretty much a century of adventure, most of which includes violence and fighting through perils, human or not so, Scrooge is desensitized to quite a bit of violence and the dark and greedy side of the world. He’s seen the best of people and also the worst. This plays majorly in anyone who becomes a yandere; how exposed they are to people’s bad side or their own dark tendencies.

•Scrooge himself is not perfect and has demonstrated some traits of greediness, paranoia, and general distrustful behavior which is perfectly reasonable considering his work and the things he exposes himself too during it.

•Even though he loves adventure, there are a lot of bad things that happen on them that he seems to bottle up or keep to himself. Bottling up things causes a negative buildup in anyone, especially Scrooge because he expects that loving his life’s work will repair the same damage it sometimes does to him.

•Most likely, Scrooge developed an affinity with you through your similar drive for adventure. Maybe you worked for him in some way and he saw you defend someone or maybe you outsmarted one of his adversaries on an adventure he decided to bring you on. Regardless, you’ve caught his attention and this is only the beginning.

•A rival love interest’s biggest mistake is mistaking his age for a weakness. One minute he’s complaining about someone being on his lawn, the other they’re buried under it.

•Scrooge would probably connect most if he’s seen that you used to be in his shoes before, or at least a similar situation. Maybe you’re struggling financially but working your ass off to stabilize your income. As someone with the humble origins of a shoeshiner, Scrooge understands perfectly. Despite his incredible stockpile of wealth, he knows what’s it’s like to be at rock bottom.

•At first, you’re probably obviously very suprised with Scrooge’s involvement in your life. He’s from an entirely different world than yours after all, the top of the pyramid. Depending on your origins, you might react quite differently. Currently, you managed to find yourself stuck in a job you hated, working for someone you despised. It was a miserable, repetitive job that brought to your life a void of boredom.

•You craved adrenaline, even if it would get you killed, you finally figured that at least you’d go out with a spark. Putting on a smiling face, you accept a position at McDuck industries thinking that it was going to be another office job. By your luck, (or, later on, unfortunate luck), you managed to score a position that required you to be near Scrooge quite often.

•This gave both of you time to acquaint with eachother and the opportunity for him to see the potential in you as an adventurer instead of just an employee. Scrooge rarely lets people in beyond family, and is quite reserved so he himself questions what he sees in you at first, distrusting you even.

•When you are taken on your first adventure, you nearly boil over with eagerness. There’s a worry at first of the treachery involved but eventually, as you venture on more and more explorations, that fear dulls and you think the adrenaline as far more important than the possible loss of your life.

•Craving adrenaline is the main reason at first as to why you to want to stay around Scrooge. Despite his repeated attempts to brush or push you away, you find yourself excited every time you get to explore and finally get to see a world that you thought you’d never visit.

•Still, Scrooge remains cold and you can’t figure out why beyond the reason that he’s just a pessimistic old capitalist. As much as you want the adrenaline, you kinda can’t help but eventually enjoy his presence as well despite his temper and general grumpiness. Having been alone for over two decades without friends does that to someone. You needed warmth again.

•Maybe you grew attached to all the times you felt you were winning when you snubbed an artifact. Also, after collecting and sneaking a few gold coins into your own pocket, you were finally getting out of debt and on track to actually start your own business involving (F/H). You had the dream that you could travel where you wanted and finally find peace from your own mind and problems.

•Scrooge, despite his own warnings to himself not to persue, can’t help but offer you a job working for him. You made adventuring a million times better and were a great addition to the team, providing your own perspective or plan for the times he and his family would journey out. Oh, and he’d finally get the opportunity to be around you more. It was refreshing to see how optimistic you managed to remain despite your current financial predicament. (Which he contemplated solving.)

•Soon, however, Scrooge began to see that you were not as happy go lucky as you pretended to be, at least not when you weren’t on another treasure hunt. Something appeared to be gnawing at you. Deep down inside, it appeared to plague you and Scrooge began to worry for your well being and as a too curious for his own good duck, he needed to know what was going on. Especially when he had caught you quickly wiping away tears while you began to head home. What could possibly be causing you this pain?

•He had to find out and to his own realization, he had to know now. After all the times you saved and helped him, he wanted to make sure you were at least doing alright in return. He ordered Launchpad to tail you home and Launchpad, oh so very loyal, doesn’t question it much.

•Most yanderes might suffer from the constant delusion that their victims love them back or that they’re in the right but that’s not the case with Scrooge. There are times where he does try to justify himself, but this is mainly due to a fit of rage or to play innocent to you. Most of the time, he knows his actions are wrong and the burning temptation is causing a war. Very early on, he suppresses his curiosity and the growing feelings he has about you. Especially when they begin to boil into something far darker. Although he’s done this to nearly everyone, being cold to you and pushing you away seemed to be his way of trying to ensure your well being instead of his. He was finding it hard not to think about you sometimes.

•Soon enough though, he begins to grow inquisitive about your personal life as you open up to him and define yourself as a person instead of another blur. You were always quite genuine to just sit around and talk to him and despite denying it to himself, Scrooge was lonely, especially after the Spear of Selene. Sometimes you’d joke to him, sometimes you’d think philosophically. Sometimes it was just a mutual, comfortable silence.

•Scrooge might make excuses aloud to you, but doesn’t lie to himself. All the times he’s made you work later or given you an extra dose of paperwork was because he wanted to keep you around and in his line of sight. 12 hours without you was turning into a painful reminder of how isolated he was, even with Beakley around. You were a warmth, a cool, calm warmth.

• “I’ll eventually need to know her address later on in case she’s attacked by one of my adversaries anyways.” Nope, Scrooge wasn’t fooling himself with that sentiment. He knew he was invading your privacy, but he also knew that he was too nosy to care enough.

•The main problem is that although Scrooge knows a lot of what he’s doing isn’t right, he begins to care less and less. (Though this process takes quite a while.) You’re a valuable and positive part of his life, you had stayed when everyone else had abandoned him for his admittedly awful mistakes. He can’t lose another person he treasures. Especially not you. You’re becoming the shiniest yet. Losing you might mean losing himself in some sense.

•Scrooge tries to shake off the guilt but only finds that maybe it’s better to punish himself by feeling it. He’s currently following along your path to wherever your destination currently is.

•Of course, his iconic shiny limousine would be a sore thumb sticking out to both you, the media, and Duckberg in general so he makes sure to either trail far behind or to have another mode of transportation available. Regardless, Scrooge never hires another person to watch you in place.

•Scrooge doesn’t even install cameras. He’d rather experience your life from his own two eyes and not as reported from another bird or screen. He rather liked tracking you himself. It gave him a place to go and at least he’d be able to bask in your duality himself. Sometimes you cried, he found to his own breaking heart. Sometimes you’d smile, (mostly only in his presence, to his delight.)

•Most of all, though, you seem caught in the present of life. Distracted, even. It seems though, that sometimes you’re so distracted that you don’t even notice something is off. Or maybe you yourself are too unable to break the cycle of adrenaline adventure to see it. Maybe you yourself were actively creating excuses, at least at first as to why you sometimes ran into Scrooge McDuck everywhere.

•If there’s something else Scrooge is a master at other than money, it’s with keeping up the detached and reserved persona of a wealthy individual. After all, who would suspect him of such crimes like these? He’s just a selfish, greedy businessman that only cares about his wealth, right? He’d never bother with other birds unless he was shaking hands at a conference table.

•Wrong. As you and him grow to become more like mentor and student, Scrooge begins to insert himself everywhere he possible can in your life, especially after seeing the shitfest that was your social group, what little of it there was. Apparently, you’d finally made a few friends over the years working for him and there was only one out of all of them that Scrooge approved of.

•Two of them, both identical Peacock twins appeared to be fascinated with your link to him and nothing more. It made some sense. After all, who could say they were a close worker to the richest duck in the world? The other one, a tall and lanky chicken, was getting far too handsy with you, and the final, a feline male was nothing but gossip and drama.

•To add to insult, you were a pretty big pushover outside of work which meant that they would drag you to places you didn’t even want to go and pressure you to have drinks you didn’t want to taste. They were in love with the mask you put up, not the complex and amazing face behind it. The one that you were beginning to let Scrooge see.

• Scrooge watches from a distance as your laugh reverberates. The laugh appears to Scrooge as unwavered and solid, mechanical in nature like it was a reoccurring script. Gazing at your face, he could see that your smile was strained, beak scrunched. You just wanted to go home and nothing more.

•The chicken next to you he was sucking a cigarette and the smoke blew in your direction, replacing your laugh with coughing and the others cackled with drunk glee, their solo cups tipping as they did. You blew it off as an accidental push in the wind which, by the way, wasn’t even blowing.

•Out of all of them, Scrooge hated the lanky chicken, who’s name he learned was Gale, the most. You deserved far better than that. Surely you saw through his sleazy act, right? Why were you hanging around such a ratched group of birds? Just how blind were you to their usage of you?

•Almost without even realizing it himself, Scrooge had tailed you the entire way home. After having to torment himself with an hour of seeing you torment yourself, he figured that maybe you’d find something that made you happy other thanyour little flock of “friends.”

•So he was admitting to being a stalker to himself. Did that mean he’d be able to admit it to oblivious ol’ you? Well, no. At least, not for now. Not until you trust him completely. Oh well, he’ll never go further than then that, right? He was watching you, but not engaging in any way. Nothing worse could come out of it..

•Wrong.

•After a while of having you working under him at McDuck Industries, Scrooge began to realize just how much financial control he had over you. Not only did you depend on him cod for paycheck, your landlord worked for someone who worked for him. In other words, the spot of land you were living on was an apartment company that belonged to him. You were living under one of his roofs. All he’d have to do was shift some circumstances and you’d either be homeless or debt free forever. Scrooge of course, plays the benevolent route and lowers it significantly for you. Why antagonize you?

•After having taken that action, Scrooge noticed more and more of a smile on your face as you realized that you didn’t have to depend paycheck to paycheck for food on the table. He had also been aware that you had a side hobby now, involving (F/H.) sometimes you joked you’d start a business and go off parting ways with that hobby. It was source of entertainment to watch you be..Well, you. There was this genuine behavior about you that just drew him in.

•If Scrooge wasn’t adventuring with you or at a meeting also with you, he was still with you. You just didn’t know it yet. Interestingly however, you’d begun to pick up the signs that there was a presence in your life. Whereas you didn’t close the blinds before, you did now. Or maybe that was from all the adventures you’d nearly died on fighting others off. Maybe it was paranoia.

•Eventually, Scrooge managed to break into your apartment under the guise to Launchpad that he’d been invited by you. A ludicrous lie, of course, but Launchpad is gullible to a fault when it comes to Scrooge. He’s loyal like that, and his friendliness to you plays into Scrooge’s emotional manipulation later on.

•As Scrooge sneaks in while you’re still home, he makes his way behind the kitchen counter which seperated your living room. He didn’t expect you to be right there in the living room, but you were, just five feet away from him and the window he snuck in. The window was to your right. He had carefully parted the curtains. Your couch was sitting approximately five feet from the window balcony, facing a corner of the wall with the T.V off.

•Peculiarly, you hadn’t even noticed he’d entered by rigging the door. You were right there, not staring at his direction, but he should have at least appeared in your peripheral. Just what were you doing to be so disconnected to the reality around you? It was worrying.

•Now hidden behind the counter directly to the left of you, he observes your desensitized form. For a moment, Scrooge thought you were a corpse until he peered closer. You were still there, physically. Mentally you looked as if you were in a whole other dimension. In a rather bold move, Scrooge slowly stands up and positions himself in the archway, watching you from his spot.

•You were still, so very still unlike all the times you’d fidget at work or with those “friends.” You still breathed and your hands shook slightly and there was color to your eyes but you yourself didn’t even seem present whatsoever. Your eyes were glazed and far away. It was just your body sitting there in that couch. It was worrisome and yet there was a blissful smile to your face seconds later.

•It was you, daydreaming about something. Something you obviously enjoyed. Scrooge, to his own shame, hoped it involved him. For a few more moments, all you did was sigh like you were meditating. It was haunting how easily you had lost yourself within the confines of your tumbling mind. Somehow, you were blocking out the world beyond, maladaptively.

• Scrooge knew he was taking a huge risk. All you’d have to do to spot him now was swivel your head a few inches or wake up from dreamland. It would take a few inches to ruin what you thought of him.

Just then, to Scrooge’s horror, you had slowly picked yourself off the couch. Your body shuttered as your head snapped up. He knew he was taking a huge risk with this and began to think that maybe it was a terrible idea after all. (Who was he kidding, it was terrible in the first place, he knew what he was doing.)

•He quickly fell back to his crouched position behind the counter, silently and expertly as you turned around and made your way closer and closer. There was a tense moment in which Scrooge contemplated just knocking you down completely and rendering you unconscious. All it would take was a few seconds. Maybe you’d forget or maybe he’d give you the dreamland you seemed so desperate to reach. It would certainly give him peace of mind to know where you are 24/7..All he’d have to do is knock you out and take you to the manor. You’d be secure and have everything you need there…

•Your presence was setting him alight, in the good way and bad way. He loved being near you. But hated the idea of you getting any closer right now, because you getting any closer would ruin your trust in him entirely. A few more steps is all there was between the idol you saw Scrooge as and the monster he was growing to be. You were like a fire. The heat scorched his feathers. Then, when you were away, his thoughts.

•Your steps were louder than they’d ever been. Then, to Scrooge’s unbelievable luck, you turned towards the hallway away from the kitchen. Scrooge knew not to push his luck trying to follow or stay, so despite his clawing urge to figure you out, he hesitantly snuck out with unanswered questions on your concerning mental state.

•It had been a months since that incident and Scrooge was moving onto bigger and bolder actions. Sometimes he’d swipe you away from any conversations you had with your friends by calling you in for a task. Sometimes he’d eat up all your time by keeping you in late, and taking you to places far away that required days of travel.

•Sometimes he’d drive bad influences away by financially ruining their life forever.

You noticed Gale’s downfall quickly, but you didn’t have any idea it was Scrooge who was responsible. Gale lived actually, three complexes from you and oh so suddenly, rent had begun to skyrocket in the particular room he had to himself. This led to him being presented with an eviction notice. You didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. (Not that you wanted to, though.) deep down you were glad he was gone and Scrooge knew it. Gale had to move far off to find an affordable spot. It was a mercy considering how often Scrooge had dreamed of just throwing him into the ocean tied up for the sharks to find. He was a toxic influence.

•Maybe if someone pushed his button just right, Scrooge would end up killing them, and who would care? There were seven billion fellow people on the planet. Scrooge could just get rid of any threat he wanted and no one would notice or ever suspect it was him. After all, he’s just a grumpy old man with a cane.

•It turns out, Scrooge had picked up on your plans to possibly quit your job. He had never felt his heart sink like it did now. He was fighting off his initial shock as you stood in his office, masking it with a detached face. You hadn’t even confirmed the statement. All you’d said was that maybe you’d found a company within your favorite hobby.

•It was just a small implication. But, Implications could become statements, which could turn into actions, and Scrooge couldn’t let the thought even be a presence in your mind.

•You had stayed with him throughout the years of his loneliest moments, had confessed secrets, had confided in him. You were like his pupil, learning from him and you were like his partner, fighting alongside him. Maybe you were something different altogether.

•...Was it a friend that convinced you? It had to be. Scrooge knew how much you enjoyed galavanting around the world with him. There’s no way you’d just fly off without him.-

“I promise I’ll still occasionally go with you, Scrooge. (A first name basis. This was devolving from anything normal.) I found my passion. We can still adventure together, but I found a path that also makes me happy and doesn’t ya know, get me killed.” You chuckle as if it were nothing. A light joke.

•So you were leaving. You were going to go. Why? You had a great paycheck, (an expensive one that took a lot of money,) you had the opportunity to travel the world. You had the best job you’d ever get. Who else was going to be as good as him? He won’t let you destroy your future by applying for a Mediocre position at some dumptruck company.

•As it turns out, the bird responsible for swaying you was none other than one of the peacocks, her name was Shelby. She and you laughed, and for the first time, your laugh was genuine. Genuine with her and not with Scrooge. You both shared each other’s stories, and she in return had encouraged your little dangerous fantasy of being independent.

•Now of course Scrooge realized how ridiculous this all sounded. He had willingly allowed you to go on perilous adventures with him, but at least then, you were with him. How could he keep an easy eye on you if you just moved off to some rando spot? Plus, he was plenty good as saving you. He was your hero.

•Bad influences needed to go away.

•Scrooge might lie to himself about how much it digs under his feathers, but to see you around other people really dug wrong. He itched every time you decided to take advice from other people, or confide in them instead of him. He was the one you could go to, not them. Your secrets didn’t need to be shared with anyone else but Scrooge. All those rare and precious things that made you yourself didn’t need to be snatched by thieves like Shelby or Gale or whoever else.

•He knew that his criminal actions would scare you. Even with your growing trust and dependence on him, he knew it was too early for you to want to stay with him if you knew what he’s been doing. If he wanted your presence, he’d keep it through lengths you’d find terrifying.

•Scrooge found your biggest flaw was that you always attracted the wrong crowd, and it was primarily because you were always trying to impress others when they really didn’t deserve the magnificent canvas you painted yourself to be. To his even greater detriment, you were beginning to spend your time more and more with Shelby. The canvas you painted was beautiful, as always. But it wasn’t for him, and he found that he was not happy with this new development.

•Don’t you know people take advantage of kindness? It happened to him all the time and still does. It happened to you over and over and yet you kept venturing forth giving out your trust like it was nothing. The world is a sour place if you’re not careful. Cursed kilts, you were already naive about Gale. Who knows how badly future people would hurt you, even if they were well intentioned.

Scrooge could tell that, despite him insisting otherwise, you thought leaning on his shoulder was burdening him. He wanted to make sure you knew it was anything but that. As a matter of fact, he wanted you to lean on his shoulder every moment he possibly could get you to. What was just you occasionally asking for advice on impersonal things becomes entire sessions with Scrooge encouraging you to reveal every personal detail of your life.

•You had revealed that many times, you just wanted independence. A company of your own to possibly build so you could pursue life your own way. Scrooge knew these dangerous thoughts were one of the final roadblocks. Scrooge had to prevent them. Be it through roughening you up financially or discouraging you. Be it from murdering outside influences, too. Who was going to miss the miserable miscreants that plagued your life anyways?

•It is three days before the date you had decided that you would resign. Instead of being merry, you were miserable. The opportunity you had to get the job was burned by them not even calling you for an interview. After your resume, why would they reject you? You had the word of one of the finest businessmen out there to back you up. Scrooge himself promised to put in a good word for you! You were perfectly qualified for the job you were looking for. In your days of being rejected from the position you wanted, you confide in Scrooge. You don’t know it but as he pats your shoulder, he’s thinking of the next way to sabotage your efforts of leaving him.

•Shelby ends up going missing. She was one of your closest friends and the only one who finally treated you well. Your devastation causes a major setback in any ambitious plans as you isolate yourself from anyone else but only the closest person left in your life; Scrooge.

•Currently, you were enveloped in a warm hug, the side of your face leaning in the crook of Scrooge’s neck as he calmed your crying form down, patting your back and promising you his presence would remain forever. You wept at Shelby’s funeral, so did her twin sister and their parents, who, upon seeing Scrooge, had nearly fainted in shock.

•Despite your tumultuous relationship with Shelby, she had actually begun to redeem much of her previously antagonistic actions towards you. She was in a rough place when you had developed a connection with her. So you wept in your boss’s, or rather, your best confidantes arms. You wept.

Scrooge, however, did not.

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