Board Thread:Yandere Simulator Fanfics/@comment-27623936-20160222012036

On a fine spring day, you see plenty of things. Cheerful faces, sakura petals gently blowing through the sweet air, eyes twinkling with a sense of familiarity at the scenery of your school. You feel at peace with the world. Shining souls replace those that have gone dull over winter's gap, the warmer weather warming cold hearts.

On a fine spring day, I became active.

My activity is of no concern to those who don't know who I am, and those who do know me are confused at my name. My identity is not important. Name, age, looks...all of it just doesn't matter. What matters is what I'm capable of, and why you shouldn't try to anger me.

I don't consider gaining information a chore - rather, I find it a hobby. I can get the things I need from even the most trivial of sources. Photographs, gossip, spying, stalking, blackmail. Anything but torturing someone. Now, dear, I'm not above torture; I just don't have the supplies for such, so I consider those I need this precious data from lucky that this isn't the worst I can do.

Do I have any bias? Of course I do. What kind of fool do you take me for? With manipulation, there is no such thing as equity. It's easy to get the right information from certain people, and when you get the right information, you'll use it immediately. There's no time for thinking - it moves too quick for you to function. Immediately, you want to share it. It's simple human nature. Why not add something a little interesting into the deal? A little bargain? Plenty of people want you to keep your mouth shut, so they offer you gifts. Money. Material things. Favours. Sweet, sweet favours. You're intoxicated by the thought of them doing whatever you want them to, and it's then that you realize that with a swift flick of your thumb, a tap of a finger...their life could be ruined.

Pregnancy. Deviance. Poverty. Drug use. Shallow compensation. Secrecy. Sadism. Murder.

All of these are toxic discussion topics, sensitive ideals that could bring a man to tears if used correctly. Triggers of memories, even, that can destroy the psyche of a human being. Oh, Kokona-chan is pregnant. Saki-chan lost her bra. Koharu-chan smokes pot, Yui-chan is abusive, and so on and so forth. All these are examples of petty gossip, but if they were true...

Reputations, minds, and relationships will be torn completely asunder.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

You can just sit. And watch.

But me? I cause it. I bring my phone with me, staring my moniker in the face as my finger scrolls down before tapping furiously at a keyboard, exposing each and every secret I keep at my disposal. And then I smile, excited to ruin my client's reputation, just so I can watch their poor, shattered body suffer. That's just what I do. It's a living for me, it's my hobby. Hell, shall I consider it my lifestyle? I suppose.

Heh...I like it that way.

Gathering up my notes, I search through the page for the number of the first student I witnessed, entering it as a contact in my phone and sending them a quick message. The last words they'll ever see before becoming mine.

[ 7:19 AM ]

Greetings.

You have no idea how difficult it was for me to get your number. Oh, who am I kidding? It wasn't at all.

Let me get straight to the point. You don't know me, but I know you. That's all.

Have you heard my name? Do you understand who I am? It's okay if you don't. I get that a lot.

Tell me...do you believe in God? Because if so...

[ 7:20 AM ]

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