Fear Me Not
Language: English
All The Homies Hate Lucy Angst BF Has No Concept of Consent BF's Name is Winozest Bargaining Black-Coded Self-Insert Blood Boyfriend - Character Coercion Comedy Dark Romance Dom/sub Undertones Don Drama Drug and Alcohol Use Emotional Manipulation Exhibitionism Existential Angst Existential Crisis Explicit F/M Fanworks Fear Play Fuck Lucy Graphic Depictions Of Violence I Like Writing in Second Person Intrusive Thoughts Kinda Lucy Major Character Death Mental Instability Morally Gray Self-Insert Obsidian (OC) Other Additional Tags to Be Added Paranoia Porn With Plot? Or Is it Plot With Porn? Prey/Predator Kink Psychological Horror Rehabilitation Self Harm Self-Insert Has a Name Sensory Deprivation Sexual Tension Smut Sooo Dubious Consent? Stalking TK - Character Tags Are Fun Video Game Mechanics Violence Voice Kink Voyeurism Who Knows? Your Boyfriend (Visual Novel) Your Boyfriend/Self-insert and a personality fear kink insanity fic minor OCs mutual obsession not really - Freeform primal kink slow burn? sorry - Freeform they're both switches unhealthy to healthy relationship yanderes galore
Publisher: Archive of Our Own
Published: Aug 9, 2021
Description:
So... You died.
That should be Game Over, right? Move on to the Great Beyond, Nirvana, Heaven- You know, the usual stuff you hear about after Death.
Well, you got Reincarnated. Good news, it's a World you're familiar with!
Bad News: it's a dull grey Video Game World where only a single town and a handful of characters have any semblance of personality and/or color, and the one person you have any hope of getting some much needed interpersonal contact from... Is a Yandere.
The doldrumous surroundings, people, and slow passing of time have worn away much of your sanity. So much so, in fact, your brain developed a nasty little habit of screwing with your fear response, pumping you full with so much goddamned adrenaline that you became the biggest thrill-chaser trying to look for your next fear fix like a delighted crackhead.
But you'd like to think you're as well-adjusted as can be, regardless.
So... What happens when a literal adrenaline junkie with no fear of Fear itself purposely tracks down a seriously sweet and disturbed yandere with very little understanding of boundaries and a reciprocated obsession?
A recipe for disaster.