Asylum (Yanderes X Reader)

Fern (2)

My first night in the Asylum was hell.

It's not like anybody intentionally made it hell.

I just hated having to face that I was abandoned.

Abandoned by my Uncle, and abandoned by Hazel.

Fern kept themself bundled in their blanket, not wanting to come out for breakfast.

It was the morning of his induction so he'd be forced out eventually, but Fern couldn't stop thinking.

Fern's Uncle couldn't even look at him. He heard the word prostitution and his face turned pale as he left.

And he didn't come back.

For Hazel, that was her sixth offense. Police could no longer handle her and sent her to the Asylum too.

But the moment she entered she was glued to somebody else, ignoring Fern entirely.

Fern didn't come out the entire first day.

I couldn't convince myself to greet anyone.

I hid myself away and just... cried.

I regret that now.

I wonder...

If I'd been more confident, could I have had a better ability?

A boy sat across from Fern at the breakfast table. The Asylum was cruel with their low budget so all the kids crammed themselves into the tables, most sat on the floor.

Fern wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't tossed a fruit cup in front of him.

Sat before Fern was a boy with dark brown hair. His tired dark green eyes faltered on Fern as though looking at people was a challenge for him.

Or maybe it was just Fern...?

"Don't bother darling, he's just another freak here." Hazel's voice came from behind this new person as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

Immediately upon contact, the boy stabbed her hand with a plastic fork, scowling.

"I already have a 'darling'..." the boy seethed.

Fern was enamored. This boy was so unapologetic about his relationships. Fern hadn't heard a word of defense spoken for him in his whole life, but this boy stabbed someone at the very idea of being with anyone else but the one they loved.

This said, Fern couldn't help but ask.

"Wha're 'ey like?" Fern asked.

The boy finally let his green eyes flicker up for an extended period, as though surprised.

"Why... do you want to know?" The boy asked.

"Ou're very um-... pas- uh- passio- um... goo' about 't." Fern tried to explain, missing the word "passionate".

The boy shuffled in his seat, looking deep into Fern's eyes.

"You know... you're rather odd. How long have you been here?" The boy asked.

"Oh! He came with me darling! His name is A-" Hazel began before having her feet swept by the boy.

"So not long than. What's your name?" The boy inquired, leaning in.

Fern couldn't given his real name, but he didn't like the idea, "'M... Fern! Wha's yours?"

The boy thought for a moment before shaking his head with a smile,

"My names Leo."

Leo wasn't a good man, from what I remember.

But at the very least he was fair.