[Only read this chapter if you score 10+ points in the previous chapter, as it will not make sense to the story]

Even with your eyes closed, you could sense that something wasn't right. That you were out of place somehow. The back of your eyelids felt foreign and disorientating, patterns stirring and expanding rapidly. You murmured sleepily, feeling your hand smooth itself against an unfamiliar mattress. This was not your bed. It was as though you had unknowingly slithered into someone else's skin by mistake. As the rest of your consciousness seeped into your body, your other senses awakened. Your nose twitched as you inhaled the stale air tinged with the scent of rusty metal. Your ears pricked, detecting faint noises around you. Dripping. The hum of a burning lightbulb. Furniture being moved and stacked on top of each other. And, at long last, your eyes began to slowly flutter open, revealing a confusing world of looming shadows and blurry lights.

You tried immensely hard to focus on your surroundings but even squinting felt painful. Everywhere you looked was gooey and distorted: walls melted into each other, the ceiling seemed to shrink and expand endlessly, and the ground was slowly sinking, threatening to engulf you in.

You had no memory of this place nor how you got here. In fact, you couldn't even recall the last thing you did. The only clue you had were the clothes on your body and the minor twinge of pain in your neck, like you had been stabbed with something small yet sharp. You touched the mark, feeling temporary physical relief from your cold hands pressing against the sweltering, feverish heat of your neck's skin.

The more you took in of your surroundings, the more panic began to set in. It was like your brain was steadily rebooting itself, preparing you for the choice you were to make next. You sat up a little too quickly, setting back your progress as you groaned with agony. This sickness felt worse than the fever you had weeks ago. There was something particularly unnatural and cruel about it. Not once were you spared for the dizziness and sensation of your head being squeezed tighter and tighter. Every part of your body ached for relief.

You tried to focus again, watching the room contort and spin wildly, rendering you on the verge of vomiting. It was hard to tell what was real and was hallucination, but you could just about to gather that you were in a windowless room of sorts; a garage, a basement, somewhere completely hidden from the public eye. There was a workbench on the opposite side of the room and above it was a display of various tools with faint, red stains around the edges.

1... 2... 3...

Aided by a short countdown, you stood up and prepared to make a break for it. Questions could come later. For now, getting out of here was your top priority. Yet, the very instant you attempted to move, you felt everything crashing down again. Your feet stumbled, your knees, weak and tingling, buckled back to the ground, punishing you for exerting your strength. You cried out in affliction, hands now clawing at the concrete as you took a moment to withstand the pain.

Your limbs were near-useless and you felt far too dizzy to attempt walking again. Even so, you knew you couldn't stay here no matter how agonising it was to move. So, lacking any shame or humiliation, you began to crawl weakly across the floor, breaths jagged and struggling as you approached the only door in the corner of the room.

As you dragged yourself nearer to it, you heard footsteps on the other side. Too calm and casual to be the police or another victim. The door opened and you were met with none other than the masked figure who had pursued you days prior. You froze, lower lip trembling as you gazed up at the figure standing menacingly other you. He was wearing an apron caked in blood and black gloves that dripped spots of red onto the floor. He stared at you for a moment, his emotion unreadable beneath the oddly cute mask and its unchanging smile

"[Y/n]! You didn't have to come greet me," he said at last, voice far gentler than you had imagined. He gestured for you to wait one moment as he removed his dirtied apron and gloves and set them on the table behind him. As he did so, you caught a glimpse of what was on the other side of the door: it looked like a storage room of sorts, filled with empty shelves, boxes and... a pile of meat? It stood hideously in the centre of the floor.

Guts and gore spilled over each other. It almost looked alive. The way it bled tears and sponged over the wet floor. Organs, thighs, skin, blood, intestines strung loosely over it like an accessory... hands and fingers.

You let out an audible, teary gasp and threw yourself backward in raw, emotive disgust and terror, hand reaching to cover your mouth. Vomit erupted from your mouth. You hunched forward, coughing and spluttering until your throat felt drained and worn-out. Hearing your distress, the man quickly returned and shut the door behind him.

His approach drove you to drastically turn and try and crawl away from him. The moment you began moving again, your body betrayed you, your vision stirred like it was being blended into a smoothie, and your limbs fumbled clumsily. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. Your hand slipped forward, leading to the end of your fruitless escape from the bloodied man. The figure chuckled softly to himself from behind the mask, finding your helplessness rather endearing, like he was watching a newborn puppy trying to walk for the first time.

With surprising tenderness, the man lifted you into his strong arms, cradling you against his chest as he returned you to the mattress and propped you up carefully against the wall. His hands offered you support, ensuring that you didn't lose balance or slump to the side as he perched in front of you.

With no other options in sight, all you could do was break down crying, tormented both by the fear of meeting the same fate as the others, and the unending agony of the nausea plaguing your body. The man seemed to panic a little at your reaction, his hands fidgeting and trembling as he wondered what he could do to make you feel all better.

"I-I'm sorry, [Y/n]! Please- please don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Everything's going to be okay. Really." He stammered, reaching a hand to pet you. "I-it's nice. It's nice to finally talk to you like this. I've been waiting for this all my life."

You barely paid attention to his words. All of it came out in a distorted blur anyway. It was like you were listening to a ghostly apparition the way his voice echoed faintly in your ears. You turned your head away from him, trying to reject his physical affected.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this. I didn't want it to go this way either. I wanted to look my very best for you, and take you out somewhere nice, somewhere you'd like. But here I am, looking all scary and covered in blood, huh?" He continued. "I um... h-had to do some pest control back there. I didn't want you to see it. You shouldn't have seen it. I thought you'd still be asleep..."

"Well, I might as well be honest, right?" He sat beside you quietly, hugging his legs toward his chest like a child would as he began talking again. "I was really really hurt that day, when you went on a date with that 'Liam' guy. I saw everything. You two were laughing and doing fun stuff together and talking in ways I always dreamt of talking to you. It felt like a betrayal but I knew I couldn't blame you. It's not like you knew anything.

"I... I really did try, [Y/n]. I tried to let you have friends and be happy. I tried to control myself and my jealousy. I tried- I tried to not be like Mom. I wanted to take things slow with you. I wanted us to become friends again naturally, and eventually fall in love the way normal couples do. But the thing is... I get really really fucking jealous."

"Kitty...?" You muttered, eyes widening with the realisation.

"I'm not mad at you, [Y/n]. Please know that. I have never and will never get angry at you. I'm just irritated at myself because it took me this long to realise." He stood and walked over to the work bench as you observed in acute fear. There was a lopsided, soft toy sitting there, also watching. Its large black eyes, twinkling in the light, seemed to follow Koda as he picked up a knife and turned back to you.

"All this time I've been trying to hold myself back like a lion in cage. Hiding away my true self and letting things happen because 'that's what normal couples do' but... our love isn't normal. It was never supposed to be. That's what makes it special compared to other people.

"I haven't told you much about my life or my childhood. I've always preferred it that way. I mean, there's nothing remarkable or interesting about it. But my Mom was a very fascinating person, and I cared about her a lot growing up. Like me, she struggled with her feelings and harboured an immense amount of love for someone who didn't feel the same way. Because of that, I pitied her. But as I became an adult, I found myself criticising her past mistakes and actions. I saw the tragedy of her love life and told myself that I wouldn't end up like her because I'm doing things different.

"That's what I thought for the longest time. That I'd break the cycle. That I'd succeed. That I would somehow win you over gradually and we'd be like every other happy couple. And I'm sure Mom felt the same way. But now I realise that we were both wrong. This love we feel isn't a curse. It's not something we are supposed to break out of. Mom did everything society told her to do as a woman because she thought that would appeal to Sarem. But it only ended in failure. She could have done so much more. She should have. I'm not going to let her failures be in vain. I'm going to embrace this gift she gave me. I'm going to make things work. No matter what."

Tears washed over your cheeks over your cheeks as he knelt beside your again, your body feeling ever the more weaker and less able to fight back. Even moving your head had started to ache - let alone the idea of running away. There was a sort of paralysis happening to you. Each limb felt cold and fuzzy like the static of the TV.

"No no no- Please don't. Please. I'm scared. I can't- I can't-" You gasped between hiccuped breaths. Every word that left your lips stole more strength away from your body. The man tilted his head in confusion at your reaction.

"Oh, [Y/n]. This isn't for you." He said bluntly. "I-I'd never dream of doing something so violent to you!! I thought... I thought you knew that. I care about you!"

Unconvinced, you continued to sniffle miserably. As his hands reached to soothe you, you could no longer fight back or turn away from his affections. None of it helped you calm down. No, it only made you feel worse.

"Um is the mask scaring you, perhaps? I can take it off! I thought maybe it would cheer you up but I guess not." He removed the mask, revealing a young, conventionally attractive male with scruffy blonde hair and alluring rose-coloured eyes. He offered you a sympathetic smile, eyes sparkling with the hope that you'd recognise him. He waited for your reaction, a lingering curiosity in the air before you burst out into sobs again.

"Aww, [Y/n]. I'm sorry for making you feel this way. I didn't want you to suffer like this." He murmured pitifully, now leaning in and forcing you into an embrace. "There? Is that better? See, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just me, Koda. Your boyfriend who loves you very very much."

Boyfriend? You felt him nuzzle his face against yours, inhaling your scent and then... kissing you. Softly. It wasn't violent or rough. Forceful without the force. Planting kisses against your skin, cupping your face in his hands. And then... tasting you. His small, warm tongue drove itself up your cheek, following the trail of tears. He then moved to assaulting your ears with kisses, breathing words of love and affection in them and teasing them with the tip of his tongue. You squirmed against him stiffly, whimpering at the overstimulation and using the last ounce of your strength to push against him. He stopped immediately, squeezing your hands in his and giggling at your reaction.

"Are your ears ticklish, [Y/n]? Hehe, I wish I could have known that sooner. You're so cute. It makes me want to tease you a bit more but I won't push it." He blushed and slowly brought your hand to his chest and pressing it against him. "[Y/n], you can do things to me too... i-if you want... I wouldn't mind if you teased me too or played with me. I am all yours."

He closed his eyes and smiled, waiting patiently for you to do something equally lewd back but when he was met with the absence of your touch, he opened an eye and saw you sat completely still.

"[Y/n]?" He waved his hand in front of you, finally noticing how unfocused and hazed-over your eyes were. Your once-laboured breaths now slow and unpanicked. There was no emotion on your face. Just resigned observation. "I thought it was a little strange that you didn't recognise me but now I understand, I probably put too much in your system."

He sighed, picking up the knife again and staring at it with an understanding of what was to come.

"I guess things are happening sooner than I planned. That's okay though. Don't worry, [Y/n]. I won't leave you behind."

There was no hesitation, no remorse, not a single drop of concern for his own life. In an instant, Koda plunged the blade into himself - not deep enough to fully penetrate his internal organs but enough to tear through the wall of flesh. Starting from his chest, he dragged the knife down to just below the navel, panting and gasping a little with each length. His expression was a confusing mixture of pain and arousal as he watched his innards slowly - so slowly- ooze of out his. Drool and blood leaked from the corner of his mouth as he got giddy at the sight of it. You stared past him, eyes completely barren from emotion.

"This is all y-yours, [Y/n]. E-everything here b...belongs to you." Koda smiled at you through tears as he held his now-external gore with his hands. There was a desperate and unhinged look in his eye like he was urgently begging for your approval.

Then, you felt yourself collapsing on to the floor, the full weight of your impending death now working in action. It's a strange sensation to feel your body shutting down, to know that it's happening and there's nothing you can do about it. Koda lay down with you, his body equally straining as parts of him spilled out like melting ice cream, yet he fought to remain conscious so he could die alongside you. A shaky, bloodied hand reached to cup your face, bringing you closer to him.

"d...don't... be aff-afraid, [Y/n]-" He whispered, voice weakening as he spoke. "This- i-isn't th...the end. It's our... beginning."

With what remained of his strength, he pulled you close to him, squeezing you lovingly against his chest as he slowly started slipping away. At this point, your body was locked in total paralysis, face smothered with gore, blood spilling into your mouth. Unable to push yourself away, all you could do was gasp and splutter against Koda who either now dead or unconscious. Your fingers, stiff and cold, twitched. Clawing at nothing to escape.

Then your lungs stopped trying to fight it. Your heart became slow. Your fingers stopped twitching. Your mind stopped panicking. Your eyes rolled back.

The pain stopped.

~ Bad Ending 1: Blood Bound ~ ♡ ('x ω x)(×_× ;) ♡

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[Author's Note: Hey, sorry to ruin the mood with my guest appearance. But I better NOT see any of y'all saying "ermm askshullay that's not scientifically accurate. ☝️🤓 If you stabbed yourself like that you'd-" 😡😡😡 I TRIED MY BEST. EVERYTIME I SEARCH UP QUESTIONS ABOUT GORE, DEATH AND INJURIES, GOOGLE THINKS I'M TRYING TO KILL MYSELF AND TELLS ME TO GET HELP. 🤬 And anyways, I'm the god of my OCs' universe so I can make anything canon and I'm making this shit 🤓scientifically🤓 accurate. Jk. I'm horsing around with you. Just wanted to say hi since this is the first bad ending of the story. If you genuinely - and I mean genuinely - got this ending by accident (and not because you were naughty and chose to read the chapter anyway because you wanted to see the juicy yandere content (≖_≖ )), I love you and you are liable to receive one free imaginary marble. Thanks for reading my book. You guys and your comments make me so happy. I'm always laughing at your silly reactions and jokes. It's one of the few things that motivates me to keep posting. THANK YOU. I'm hoping (some time in the future when I actually have money) to commission some cool artists and maybe get some art to accompany the bad ending chapters. But for now this is what it is.]

[Bad endings aren't the end btw. You can just... go back in time, right?]