Whimfu1 here.

As most of my stories are mainly romcoms or utterly ridiculous, I sometimes get stinted for ideas. Not in the sense that I don't have them but more to the fact I simply don't want to write lovey dovey or silly stuff. You really do need a break from things from time to time. This is one such case.

I had a horror story awhile back that was the first story I finished called 'Little Intruder'. In that story, Leni slowly corrupts Lincoln through trickery. It was my way of going about a yandere story line without falling into the typical tropes that writers tend to do with yandere. For this story, I wish to go down a similar route.

There is a very common mistake I see in writing that I try to avoid. Ever since the popularization of the killer yandere, everyone wants to write about killer yanderes. Similar to the how in the 1990s, after Reservoir Dogs, everyone wanted to make a movie like Quentin Tarantino. Every character had to be a badass with witty pop culture dialogue. Yanderes are now every type of crazy. Killer, protector, isolator, stalker, hurter, deviant, and the list go on. No character should be everything. People get angry at 'Mary Sue's for being good at everything, why shouldn't we be that way at regular characters. Now, I don't mean be mad at Paragons, those are different. But if you're a writer and your character is a known klutz and also an acrobat, just take a second to reconsider.

So here's what I've done for this story. I have set a specific role for each character. Each has a certain type of crazy but not every crazy. Some are definitely more dangerous than others. I'll list them off here but not mention who they are. If you'd rather not know, skip to the last bolded paragraph.

The roles are (in no particular order):

Abuser

Deviant

Isolator

Stalker

Denier

Please don't go shout it out in the comments if you figure it out. That's not the point. Instead see how I try to stick to these set ideas and try to avoid overlap. If you can't discern those roles then that means I have failed on some aspect.

As this is a horror story I don't feel the need to really warn you ahead that somethings might be uncomfortable. I believe the very tag should warn a bit of it. Instead, I will say this: I don't condone either the 'bad' people's conduct or the 'good' people's conduct. This is a story and should not be seen as how to go about a real life situation. Things should be played up in stories, otherwise they become uninteresting.

I did not do a full edit as I usually do. Instead I just quickly went back after I wrote a few sentences. There may be more mistakes than my usual stories.

The knife was held firmly against the white haired boy's cheek. His sister licking her lips as if about to eat a taste morsel. A well manicured hand traced down his exposed chest.

"Don't worry, brother…" a sickly, sweet voice dripped out of her throat. A cold shiver rocked through his body. "Big sis is going to take good care of you."

"Please, sister." His voice begged. "This isn't right and you know it." He could feel a hot trickle of blood and pain as the knife penetrated his skin.

"You know what isn't right?!" The blade sliced off his cheek and pressed against his throat. This was all so his sister could force her tongue down his throat. The boy coughed she removed her vile lips from his. "You teasing me by leaving and coming home that strapping boarding school uniform." The white haired boy shuddered as he felt the girls nostrils take a long whiff of his fear. Looking through the darkness he could see her eyes already doing the deed. "You had no right to do it. But I'll forgive my little, young buck."

His anger finally boiled and he fought back. "Get off of me!" His hand went for the knife she wielded not caring if he grabbed the blade. She saw it coming and her arm reeled back before stabbing the point into his pillow. His world froze as he realized she could have killed him.

"A regular oliver twist, aren't cha?!" Her voice giggled at her own joke. "How about we twist together?" The knife pointed at his face to insure compliance as her other hand began pulling down his pants. No matter how strong he had gotten, he was still their toy.

A voice announced herself. "God forsaken harlot."

The teen with a knife looked back to the open doorway of her brother's room. A hand went to his throat and applied pressure, allowing her to direct attention to the new arrival.

"Sister," her eyes traced a large wooden cross. "W-what seems to be the problem?"

"You." The sister took a step into the room but she was not the savior the boy needed. "You, the wench, who forced our parents to send him away. You, the whore, who always seeked to take his innocence. You, the scum, who believe that he belongs to you."

"You shall be punished."

The cross came whirling like a baseball bat. The knife was knocked out of a broken hand and the first attacker went to grasp it in pain. Another swing went towards her head. She was unconscious and fell from her mounted position.

His chance was now.

The white head boy ran to his window and undid the latch. He lifted it and slid out, luckily his room was on the first floor. He could hear his zealous sister calling for him in the night but he would not fall for lies again.

Things were not different.

He would be homeless for several months until the war began. Many would protest it but for him it was safety. He was no fortunate son. He was a Jupitus.

Albert Jupitus.

"I'm sorry son." A doctor went to comfort a young boy with snow white hair. "We couldn't save him."

Lincoln Jupitus sat in the emergency room of the closest hospital from the trailer park. His Pop-pop had always appeared to be the picture of health, but old age can creep or pounce. The old man's came in the form of a heart attack during lunch.

"Do you have a phone to call your parents with?" While he had to keep his cool, Lincoln knew he could do little to not flinch at the question.

"N-no, I need to head home to get it." He hoped this would be enough.

"We have a phone here." The doctor felt the uneasy in the boy's voice. "If you don't mind, I'd like to chat with them as well."

Sneakers squeaked as Lincoln ran for the exit.

His ears could pick up as the doctor shouted for him to stop, but he wouldn't. The boy knew what would happen if he did. He knew full well that he'd be sent to a home. Like his grandfather always told him, if he ever died, they'd try to send him to a bad place. Lincoln wasn't stupid, he was home schooled well enough. He knew what an orphanage was, and he'd be damned if they'd take him there. He wasn't about to be stuck in no home with a bunch of good for nothing strangers. He's seen the movies, those kids ended up messed up.

They'd certainly try though. He knew they'd come for him. So he had to run. To where? Lincoln had not the slightest clue.

The white haired boy fiddled with his keys to the mobile home quickly. The sooner he got out of there the better. He'd need money and that meant the safe. He always respected his grandfather's privacy but the combination was obviously the man's birthday. This would be his inheritance, hopefully it would last until he found a more permanent situation. He opened, the safe and saw what was present.

"Jesus, Pop-pop, you were holding out for something." The boy reached in and pulled out a large stack of bills. It would definitely last him for quite awhile. He sighed, he'll put some aside for a gravestone. He loved his grandfather dearly, but he couldn't do it without getting caught.

He'd be back for him.

The boy reached in for another stack of cash. As his hand dragged it out another piece of paper fluttered out.

"What's this?" He inspected the words. It read: the last family photo; 1216 Franklin Avenue, Royal Woods, Michigan. Lincoln flipped it over to reveal a photo. A large family stood on the front lawn of typical suburban home. There were five girls of varying age, a father, a mother, and Pop-pop with a very worry expression on his face.

There was also one more individual.

Wrapped in a small red, white, and blue blanket was a small baby with snow like hair.

"W-who…" he already knew the answer. "Why would Pop-pop…"

It didn't matter.

These people were the best chance he had.

Becoming homeless never appealed to him in the first place.

Lincoln had traveled throughout the evening via bus, in total, it had taken him three hours to get to Royal Woods. With only a map to guide him, he wandered the night.

"For god's sake." He scratched his head. It was cold and, even in his military jacket, he was shivering. "I need to ask for help."

In need of food, and possibly fun, he entered an arcade named Gus' Games and Grub. His grandfather had taken him to an arcade before and it was fun for sure. He'd chill here for a bit and pick up a lead.

The arcade seemed… normal? He'd only been to a few. Nothing spectacular. The games were the main attraction anyways. Let's grab some of the grub first.

"Pardon me." The white haired boy looked up briefly at the menu. "Could I get a burger, some fries, and large cola, please."

"Sure, no pro-" the blonde cashier stopped and really looked at the boy.

"Uhh… do you need something ma'am?"

"No," she shook herself awake. "Literally, nothing. Um, do you want a large or medium?"

"Uh, medium."

"Are you sure?" The teen leaned in a gave him a smile. "I'll let you upgrade for free, just for being a cutie."

"Oh," his pale face light up with a blush. "Um, thank you ma'am."

The cash registered dinged as she hit a button. "You. Are. Welcome." Each word left her lips stressed in a flirty fashion.

"Hehe," Lincoln chuckled, teen was quite pretty. "H-how much do I owe?"

"A smile."

"I'm already smiling."

"I know." A single finger reached out and bop the tip of his nose. "Be out in a sec."

"Thanks-"

"Lori." The worker inserted.

"Thank you, Lori."

The boy softly grinned before heading to a table. He twiddled his thumbs as he looked about. Kids playing games, a few eating pizza, looked real fun. He double checked the counter but the girl was gone. Too bad, even if it was only teasing he would be getting a meal out of it.

A tray was placed in front of him.

"Here you go sweety." The blonde teen sat down in front of him. "Burger, fries, a cola, and me."

"Oh," the boy scratched his neck. "Hi, Lori."

"Hi~" a very sultry voice left her. Her fingers were intertwined and held her chin up so she could make googly eyes at the boy. For a young boy it was quite exciting.

But then he remembered something.

His grandfather warned him to be wary of such kindness.

"Wait a sec." Lincoln pushed his tray. "Why are you being so nice?"

Her face suddenly made a shock expression. "Uh, I… I literally don't know."

"Huh?"

"I don't know… you're just cute." She had a perplexed look on her face. "Is that weird?"

"Well," he tried to think but couldn't come up with anything. "I don't know."

"Are you scared of me?"

"What?! No, but…" the boy calmed down. "I need to be careful now." A moment of weakness presented itself.

"Aw, honey." She moved around and sat next to him. "What's wrong?" He hesitated but ended up telling her.

"I just lost my grandfather today…" He did not see the teen lick her lips. "I'll probably be taken to a foster home if I don't find my family."

"Perhaps I can help." The blonde girl snuggled into him, quickly taking a small sniff of his scent.

"Maybe you could," he placed his photo on the table, Lori smiled.

That's why she felt this way.

"My grandfather had this pict-"

"Is your name Lincoln?"

"Huh," he looked up at her. How did she? Lori's finger pointed to every face in the picture.

"Mom, Dad, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, and!" She wrapped him in a big hug. "Me!"

Her hands traced up and down him. He was finally back. Her little brother was finally back.

"Welcome home, Lincoln."

It was late and the house was quiet. It was a bummer when the cute girl who was teasing him turned out to be his sister, but perhaps him running into her was a gift from the gods. To make up for this Lori gave him a ton of tokens for him to play with. She needed to finish her shift and then she'd take him home.

Or, at least, that's what she told him.

Lori's boss was considerate enough. If she told him the circumstance, she could have taken him home right then. But that's not what she wanted. If she did that everyone would be awake. They'd get Lincoln soon enough. Tonight, he was all hers.

"Everyone's asleep right now." Lori whispered to him, guiding him up the dark stairs of the family home. "For now you'll stay in my room, okay?"

"Um, okay, sis." He smiled at her. Her returned one was seductive but hidden by the shadows. With his hand in hers, Lincoln was lead into a bedroom.

She flipped on the lights, "Home sweet, home." He looked about, it what assumed a teenager's room would look like. Books, wardrobe, a mirror stand, and a single large bed. "Alright, Lincoln, I need to use the bathroom quick. Get ready for bed."

He nodded to his sister as she exited into the hall. The floor plan was large enough and had adequate space for him. Throwing his backpack to the side, unfurled his US military modular sleeping bag. Had he needed to stay outside that night, this would keep him all kinds of warm. He hadn't brought any pajamas, so all he could do is take off his shoes and sleep in what he had. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd be sleeping in a guest room by tomorrow. The white haired boy couldn't help but giggle at the prospect.

"I'm back." Lori announced herself as she entered the room. Her eyes looked at the sleeping bag with annoyance. "The bathroom's just down the hall, do you have toiletries?"

"Eeyup, got some right here." He proudly waved out what was clearly some sort of pouch made for camping. "Be right back." Lincoln began walking out the door but stopped himself. "Oh, and hey… Lori?"

"Yes, Lincoln." She took her eyes off the bag to look back at the boy.

"Thanks… for everything, ya know."

She giggled, "no problem, Linc." As he closed the door with a grateful smile, she turned to that atrocious bag.

The bathroom was big, compared to the mobile home, especially the shower. If this is what suburbian kids got, he'd gladly become one. He could definitely see himself dancing in a bathrobe here, well if he had a bathrobe. Nothing to it, after a few minutes he was out and back to Lori's room.

As he entered, she had just finished putting his sleeping bag in the closet.

"Lori, what are you doing?" Lincoln asked with worry in his voice.

"No brother of mine is going to sleep in literally the dirtiest sleeping bag ever, when he could sleep in a nice, cozy bed with me." She turned around with a smile.

"Oh," that's nice of her. "You really don't mind?"

"Of course not, Linky." Lori reached to remove her work shirt. "Now get ready for bed." With a final button she revealed her bra to him. Fully flustered, he spun on his heels.

"I'll just wait till you're finished."

"Whatever, weirdo." She chuckled at him. In a very short amount of time, the teen had finished. "All done!"

"Good, let's-" Lincoln turned back to see she was still in her underwear. "Gah! Why aren't you changed?!"

"Geez, Lincoln, I am changed." She lied. "I usually sleep naked but for your sake I'm wearing something tonight." She lied even more.

"Well, um."

"You too mister," Lori moved in and grabbed his shirt. "I'm not going to be able to sleep if you wear these."

"Wait, why?!"

"Cause, Lincoln," she pretended to be annoyed to hide her horniness. "I don't like the touch of cloth while in bed. If you wear stuff, and it touches me, I'll wake up."

"Well, okay. I understand."

"Good boy." Her hand patted his head making him a bit flustered. "Since you're so understanding, how about we just go full nude?"

"No!" He shouted, quickly hushing himself due to the time. "I mean, no. Just underwear please."

Dang it, she thought, he wasn't ready.

"Oh, don't worry, Linky." Lori brushed it off while removing his cargo pants. "There's still plen- aww~." No fully stripped to his underwear, she finally took in his full form. He felt incredibly embarrassed as she looked up and down his body. So embarrassed he averted his own gaze, allowing the blonde to really focus on her favorite points. "You know, Lincoln. When we were little we used to play a very fun game."

"A-a game?"

"Yeah…" She readied her lips. "This one." Her arms scooped him up with ease, giving the boy a mild fright. Lori's mouth went and puckered right on top of his belly button. She began blowing causing a fit of giggles to spurt out of the boy.

"L-lori! Haha! Stop!" Lincoln squirmed in her arms. "I can't breath!" She didn't relent and slowly guided the both of them to her bed. She blew and blew, wanting to ever so slightly change her location. But he wasn't ready.

"Mwha!" She came off him with an exaggerated kiss. "Hehe, have fun."

"Geez, Lori," he began wiping the spit off his stomach. She savored the look of her fluids on him. It really riled her up. "I thought we needed to stay quiet."

"Just having some fun." Her hand went to her lamp and, with a click, the lights were off. "Let's sleep together, Linky~." Her trailed voice was strange to the boy but he let her slide the blanket over the both of them regardless. Her warm skin enveloped the boy as her thigh moved over his.

"Good night, Lincoln."

"G-good night, Lori."

Later that night, she'd take a peek. Just the littlest peek of what she so desired. It was bigger than she remembered but as cute as ever. Like before, she gave it the smallest of kisses. This time, no one was there to tattle on her.

She was so happy to have Lincoln again.