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Asking cuz I'm insanely curious, is there something you hate about Leon?

Hate is a strong word. Let’s just say that he… has his strengths and weaknesses.

Leon’s hero complex and sense of duty can be frustrating at times. He's like a stray puppy—always eager to do the right thing, even when it's not the smartest move.

But then again, it’s all part of his charm, isn’t it? His… innocence—it’s something there isn’t enough of in this world. Makes him all the more intriguing.

Miss Ada if you were to see Leon again would you bite him

Hmm… only if he asked nicely.

Knowing Leon, he’s probably into that sort of thing anyway.

Platonic!Yandere Leon S. Keneedy x reader pt.1

Warning: violence, mentions of violence and more, if it bothers you, it means that this post is not for you!

I woke up to the smell of mold and a cold floor. Half-conscious, I looked around the room where I was now. It was not like my room. It was dingy, cold and with fungus on the walls. The walls were probably once painted white, now gray, and here and there black. Fat spiders hung from the ceiling, which apparently did not lack food. At the other end of the room was an old wardrobe that had fallen off its door hinges. Opposite the wardrobe was a bed on which was a dirty quilt with various stains of unknown origin.

I groaned as I tried to get up. My body was stiff from sleeping on the floor and cold. After a few minutes, when I finally managed to wake up. I realized that I didn't know where I was or what I was doing here. Yesterday was like a fog for me. I felt my trachea tighten with fear. I started looking around the room.

Only now did I notice a bedside table next to the bed. I quickly walked over to him and looked into the little draver. Inside was a key and some ammunition. I took the key and put the ammunition in my pocket in my shorts. I opened the closet. It was almost empty. There were only a few dresses and a coat hanging on it, which I began to search my pockets. From one of the pockets I managed to dig out a lighter and a couple of cigarettes. I put everything in my other pocket and headed for the door. I twisted the handle, and they ducked with a slight creak. I looked around the empty hallway. The road was clear. I didn't hear anyone bustling, so I quietly left the room. Without wasting a moment, I left the almost collapsing building and looked around. I was in the village. People were circling nearby, carrying out their activities of everyday life. I decided to approach one of them and ask where I was and possibly for directions home. Slightly embarrassed by people, I approached an elderly woman sweeping the terrace in front of the cottage.

- G-good morning, ma'am. Can you tell me what kind of village it is?

The woman looked at me and started shouting something in Spanish.

-¿Puedes decirme qué pasa con un pueblo? (Can you tell me what is with a village?)

I was now a little confused when the woman decided to jump at me like an enraged cougar. I squealed and dodged and rushed to escape. I heard him running after me and screaming.

I ran like that, I didn't lose it, and I barricaded myself in one of the huts. I had her drumming with all her might on the door. I had the impression that they were about to fly out of the hinges. The old woman was strong for her age, although the hut itself was also old.

It was a wooden building, with rotten and rotten boards here and there. The hut looked deserted, so I allowed myself a moment to breathe. The door in which the woman bangs is, despite old age, so strong that she will not be able to break them down on her own.

After some time the noise stopped, but I decided to wait here for a while in case She was still waiting for me on the other side, so I started looking around the room I was in. The roof looked like it was going to collapse, and the floor crackled with every step. My eyes ran over the rotten furniture, some of which were only wreckage.

Started To listen to see if anyone was coming, and then I slipped out of it. The elderly woman disappeared, but in case of emergency, I hid behind the nearest bush and moved from hiding place to hiding place when suddenly I heard a man scream.

After considering it, I decided to check What was happening and from hiding I watched where the villagers were going. After a few minutes I managed to reach the place.

When I arrived, I was horrified to see a man tied to a strange construction, somewhat reminiscent of a cross, although it was slightly different. Under the wooden structure was a pile, which was approached by a man with a torch. There were a lot of onlookers around who watched as the man set fire to the stake, and with him the man.

There was the scream of a young man and the stench of burning flesh that made me sick, and the very sight of the scene made me shiver. I closed my eyes and sat down with my knees wrapped around my knees. I hoped to wake up, even though it was too realistic. When the man's scream stopped, in the distance I heard shots and screams of angry people.

I looked at what was happening. All the inhabitants began to chase another man as if nothing had happened. Dust began to float in the air. The blond man shot everyone who tried to approach, and attacked those who came too close with a knife. It was very bloody. He shot off some of his hands and slit the throats of others. Blood poured everywhere, staining with its scarlet color.

I heard a machine growling, and when I looked in the direction of the noise, it turned out to be a muscular man with a bag on his head, who was now attacking the other man with a saw. Blondas ran away from him, turning and shooting at him every now and then, but it seemed as if he felt nothing and was immortal. The guy with the chainsaw was about to catch up with him when the bell rang out of the church. Everyone froze abruptly and walked slowly to the wooden building. The man stood in surprise in the middle of the road, watching everyone walk in the same direction as if nothing had happened.

I watched slightly surprised by the actions of the residents. When everyone had entered this poor building, I decided to act. I leaned out slightly to see if anyone was there, but it was empty. There was only this man standing a distance away from me. I thought about it for a while, but then I decided it would be a good idea to go to him and see if he could somehow tell me what this place was and how to get home.

With a beating heart, I began to slowly approach the man, ready to run away at any moment. The blond man turned towards me and watched me intently. When I was about a meter away from him, I stopped and looked at him. For a moment we stood in embarrassing silence.

- Excuse me, sir... Do you speak English? Hablas ingles?

- Yes... What are you doing here, kid?

-I'm trying to find out... I have no idea where I am or how I got here.

- Don't you remember anything?

-No. Only when I lose consciousness and wake up in one of the huts.

- Was anyone with you?

-No.

-I can help you come home, but you have to wait for a while, because it is not possible for now.

I hesitated for a moment. The circumstances were unusual, and the man seemed quite friendly. Normally, I wouldn't talk to a strange man, but that's probably the only way to get out of this sick place. I'm sure that if they come back, I won't survive this meeting this time. I was lucky enough to come across an old lady who was probably slower than the rest. After a moment, I sighed and nodded.

- Ok. That's the best idea so far.

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I'm sorry it took me so long, but I've had a lot on my mind lately. I hope you enjoyed it. There will be another chapter soon, but first I will probably publish headcannons or short stories. I wish you a nice day/night.

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Cherry