recently you feel like someones watching you.

crossroads was a relatively safe area. sure, there were some troublemakers here and there, so you simply assumed it was just paranoia.

however, your friend, sword, has given you a reason to believe otherwise.

the boy you’ve been friends with since childhood isn’t as friendly as he seems anymore. well.. he’s certainly enthusiastic about his interest in you now. it’s entirely obsessive some may say!

you always catch him trailing just a few feet away from you in the halls of your school, or catch him in places you never noticed him before. he never came to visit so often before all of this, so what’s changed?

you wake up early as per usual one day, and you’re ready to make your way over to school and see all your friends, and..of course, sword. the walk over isn’t too long, thankfully. you give yourself a quick once-over in the mirror—your shades don’t have a smudge on them, your horns are nice and angular, you make sure your hair’s perfect.. you look great.

the day passes smoothly, for once. you sigh in relief the moment the last bell rings, and make your way home.

or..so you thought. pfft, you really thought you were gonna get away THAT easily from sword?

on a sidewalk just 15 minutes into your journey back home, you hear footsteps behind you. but nobody else that goes to your school walks this way, so it’s.. unexpected, to say the least.

you shrug it off and think nothing of it. “probably just some jogger passing by,” you think to yourself.

and that thought was immediately crushed when... wait, what happened?

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you wake up in a dark room, bound tightly to a chair. there’s ropes around your wrists, around your arms and torso, even around your ankles. the moment you realize what’s just happened you freak out and try your best to pry yourself out the ropes, but all it did was burn your skin.

“Rocket~?”

you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

it’s sword’s.

before you can yell out, ask “what the hell is going on,” or “where am i,” you feel his hand come over to cover your mouth. intimidating and final. how..wonderful.

“Oh, don’t look so scared.”

”how can i NOT be?” rocket thinks to himself.”

“You’re so very precious to me,” sword cooes lowly.

sword lowers his hand and makes himself visible in the dark by flicking a light on, and stepping in front of you. it’s.. just his bedroom?.

he stalks closer and closer, until he’s right in front of your face, his hands planted firm and warm against your shoulders.

you’ll deny it all you want, but that’s sword. the sword you know, those red horns on the top of his head, that..stupid looking knight helmet, the scar on his right cheek, and that black uniform of his.

his face was flushed a cherry red, and one of his hands came up to cradle rockets jaw. he stared at you with those big eyes of his and cocked his head to the side playfully, like a puppy. only puppys were much cuter and less terrifying than this whole situation was.

“Mhehe~ I wanna cut your stupid horns off and keep ‘em all to myself.. But then you’d croak! And I dont want that, not yet..”