Hide and Seek-Yandere!2pEnglandxReader

CHAPTER 1- Backstory
Warning: Topic of blood and gore and a bit of cursing
                                                           
   At this time, It was a crepuscular, malicious-feeling night. It was raining...but not just a simple drizzle, oh no, It was a heavy downpour. "Ahhh~" you sighed comfortingly to yourself. You were cuddling with Arthur on the couch watching T.V together. You have been living with him for approximately a year and a couple mouths before he became your boyfriend. You loved basically everything about him. His soft, blonde, tousled hair, His shimmering emerald orbs, and don't forget his eyebrows. 'Hehe~!' you giggled faintly to yourself. Also his accent...It was all adorable. You gripped Arthur's arm a little tighter, reminiscing a little deeper. "Are you alright, love~?" He asked a bit concerned at your subtle actions. "Mm? Oh, I'm fine...I was just thinking about you..." You answered sweetly and hugged his arm. His face lightly turned a sweet red at that. "Well, like what?" He asked thoughtfully. You explained everything your were thinking of to him eloquently. He chuckled lightly and returned the hug. You felt more of his warmth as you grinned from ear to ear. That's another thing you loved about him, That he was a gentleman at most times. He would try with all his heart and his life on the line to protect you no matter the consequences. "Well, what do love about me?" You looked up into his eyes with a puppy dog face, as it seemed. "Hm? Well, your (h/c) flowing hair...Your perpetually hypnotizing (e/c) orbs...Your flashing smile...Well, is there no more to describe?" He answered with with a loving glance. A soft pink rose to your cheeks as he depicted you like a pure poet. You reached up and kissed his nose gently and sighed with contentment. Like a next turn in a board game, It was Arthur's turn to blush. You giggled at that. All of a sudden, You don't know, you just...had an eccentric question appear in your mind. 'How would he be like...if he was the opposite of himself...you know?'. "Hey...Arthur" You said slowly, gaining his attention. "Yes, love?" He answered. You pondered on the thought a bit "A silly question, but...How would you be like, if, you know, You were the opposite of yourself? Would you still be the same caring person you are now?" You asked sincerely. Arthur's eyes widened a bit "Uh...Well... I guess...You could say he's...colorful..." He answered reluctantly; holding back what he was really thinking. He had met his 'dark side' once which lead to many times and was nearly scarred for life at what his 'other side' does to people. Yet, his opposite would just laugh like it's the most normal thing in the world...To be killing people mercilessly and stuffing them into cupcakes. He'd like to say that his cupcakes were just to die for. This was all coming from Arthur's perspective on what he thought of him. He shuddered lightly at the thoughts of his peculiar other. Your laughter brought him out of his wondering gaze. It was getting late and you felt the urge to yawn. "Well...ahhhh~ I think it's time for bed..." You said with lightly heavy eyes. "Yeah..." Arthur agreed with rubbing his head. He got up with you, turned off the T.V, and walked upstairs while following your footsteps.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time-skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    After about midnight just about 30 minutes after you two had arose from the comforting space you both had shared, You were sleepy soundly, while Arthur was still up. He was laying on his back, facing the ceiling, and grimacing at the disturbing images in his mind. He couldn't get that ridiculously alive nightmare away. 'How would you be like if you were the opposite of yourself?'
The same question kept echoing in his head over and over again, a vivid hallucination of words. "Ugh..." Arthur groaned slightly and rubbed his face in slight anger. Though his other side could bake like it was no tomorrow, From Arthur's interpretations, His opposite seemed like he had a cupcake fetish, a capricious mood and adored the colors pink and blue, as it seemed like he wore them daily. Arthur rolled over on his side to face the window. Looking over your restful figure, his eyes were locked on the window panes. The rain was enchanting...A seemingly ceaseless loop, Almost mocking him...Would it ever end?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~??? POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    "Oh great...Now my clothes are all drenched..." Oliver told himself with a sarcastic tone while glancing up to the celestial sphere with piercing malevolent eyes. His now damp strawberry-blonde hair stuck to his face. The rain was actually quite relaxing as it hit the concrete with faint pitter-patter noises. He sighed satisfyingly as the rain cascaded down his face and closed his eyes blissfully. He didn't care if the rain fully soaked his clothes he just wanted a new 'flavor' to his cupcakes. With his usual stakes,being killing, he planned to get that flavor. He didn't care how he looked at the moment while he was walked home from his work at the bakery. All he had on his mind was the relief of being free from all worry and the thought of (y/n). Oh, how he yearned to be with you...Feeling the touch of your soft, smooth skin...Your silky (h/c) hair, and the touch of you on his skin. But, the one thing that was in the way was his much more bland side, Arthur Kirkland. "Heh~, Maybe that will be my new flavor...~ I've kind of thought about what it would be like with you gone~" He thought sadistically, his pupils flashing a faint pink hue. He smiled to himself as he continued walking away from his bakery; engulfed with raindrops.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time-skip to Normal POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   Arthur was finally slowly succumbing to sleep,eyes partially closed, but he felt a strange sensation...Something like...approaching footsteps. Lightening flashed violently and a silhouette of a strangely common figure lit through. "AHH!" Arthur yelled with wide eyes whilst waking you up. "Arthur! What's wrong!" You almost shouted at him for yelling at this time of night. "I-I saw a figure...and Lightening flashed..." Arthur stuttered while pointing a quivering accusing finger at the window. You looked back to the window with bleary eyes, but saw nothing. You patted Arthur's head and chuckled lightly as if you were hushing a frightened child, in attempt to let him know everything's alright. "Well, It's gone now~ Please go back to sleep? It's 1 in the morning!" You told him sleepy and practically begged him to not wake you up again. "...I'll try..." He stated calmly. "Well, try your best!" You said jokingly. Arthur chuckled at your innocence and tried not to ponder on it to much. Yet, it was still a hot topic in his mind. The silhouette that flashed before his worried optics seemed to be wielding a knife in it's hands. It also seemed to have tousled hair just like Arthur's. 'No...It couldn't be...' He thought, but quickly shook the pestering image away. 
I'm taking back what's rightfully mine...Hehehe~ an abnormal but at the same time common voice rang out. "What the bloody hell is happening?..." He whispered to himself. You know very well whom I'm talking about~ The now slightly rising voice whispered back in response innocently. Again, Arthur talked back as if he was having a conversation with one of his mythical creatures. "You're...not who I think you are..right?". Heheheheha~ You tell me~ Arthur... It giggled manically. It was him no doubting it. From the accent to the giggling, It sure was him. "What do you want with me? Oliver..." Arthur whispered back, shuddering at just saying his opposite's name. "You called?" Oliver bluntly stated, as he was now sitting in a chair with his legs crossed over the other just across from the bed. The shadows were eerily obscuring him. Arthur could almost see...no...feel the electric blue orbs eyeing him down. "How the bloody hell did you get in here?!" He whisper-yelled at the figure sitting in the shadows as if this were nothing new. "That's not important~ What's important is (y/n)~ and no swearing." He answered back with a bit of joy when saying your name. Arthur ignored his 'no swearing' threat. "What about her?!" He nearly shouted at the man. "Shhhhh~ You'll wake her~" Oliver said calmly and put a finger to his lips, accentuating the motion. Arthur forgot that you were sleeping for a split second and stared at your resting body. He couldn't imagine the world without you there to help guide him. "Well, Simply put, I want her to be mine~" Oliver said adoringly while breaking the silence and Arthur's gaze. "Wha-! Hell no!" Arthur stuttered at his counterpart's simplicity, not realizing how loud he was being. You moved lightly with a tranquil expression. Silence lurked through the room once more. "Why don't we talk more downstairs~" Oliver suggested with a vaguely cold tone. Arthur didn't trust him in the slightest, but he needed to set the record straight that Oliver wasn't going to get you anytime soon. "F-Fine" Arthur agreed hesitantly. He knew the danger he may be getting himself into. He slowly arose from the bed and tried not to wake you. Oliver stood as well and sauntered out of the shadows that kept him from being visible. The moonlight had entered the room and captured half his features, but it was just enough so he could be seen normally. Arthur winced a tad at the sickening eye colors that may haunt him...But kept walking.
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   They reached downstairs and were able to discuss things a bit more a minimum level. "Well, shall we make this nice and easy?~" Oliver smiled at Arthur innocuously while clapping his hands together. "?" Arthur was confused. His body was tense; waiting for any action that Oliver may have to try to trick him with. With a closed-eyed grin, Oliver pulled out a already crimson-stained knife. "The hell?!" Arthur's eyes widened and his heart began to pound intensely. He backed away from the insane man, in which Oliver approached with every step. "Hahahahah...HAHAHAHAHAHA~ you'll never love (y/n) as much as I do~" Oliver laughed sadistically and followed Arthur's every retreating step, a smile ever settled on his complexion. 'He's talking nonsense!!" Arthur was getting more terrified by the second. "C-calm d-down, Oliver" Arthur toke shaky breaths and tried to calm him down. Oliver just kept that everlasting grin on his face which seemed to get more menacing and he ignored Arthur's plea. "You're insane!" Arthur yelled, cold beads of sweat forming on his worried face. "Hehe~ I know~ It's a wonderful thing, really~ Why don't you join?" Oliver giggled as if he hadn't been told that before. Oliver's knife was reaching too painstakingly close for comfort. Arthur could have sworn he could smell the raw ruddy iron from where he was. Not noticing where he was backing up, When Oliver had reached a close enough range, Arthur fell backwards by the arm of the couch. "Wha-!?" He yelled  a bit. With that, he heard light chuckling and a human-like object on top of him. He opened his eyes from the fall only to see Blue orbs with pink venom swirling in his eyes staring back at him. Oliver had the perfect aim right there for which he could stab. "G-get the hell off of m-me!" Arthur shouted, aimlessly swinging his arms at Oliver. He couldn't move his legs much since Oliver had most of his weight on them and any movement with them would just make the situation...awkward, per se. "Hehehehe~ I think I win this little stepping game that we must have been playing~" Oliver laughed childishly and drew the knife lightly over Arthur's stomach slowly. Out of instinct, Arthur blushed faintly, but growled as he was getting irked with Oliver, as he was just trying to negotiate with him and Oliver kept acting weird and laughing all the time. He was slightly surprised that Oliver didn't have a hint a pink on his cheeks while doing all this, it was weird that he was thinking that, but then again, Oliver's mind is most likely set on murder. Oliver's glimmering blue orbs just stared into Arthur's emerald ones. Arthur gulped, the pink swirls really did set a strange tint in Oliver's eyes, as if he was staring straight into the depths of your soul. "Awwhh~ Poor Artie...Tis a slight shame I will have to end you~ There's no escape~! Hahahaha~" Oliver chuckled and swiftly drew a long line of blood on Arthur's neck. "!" Arthur gasped grisly. Scarlet blood flowed lightly off his throat. Lightening radiated the area with Thunder calling it's name. Arthur was slightly distracted and looked out the window quickly, and in the corner of his eye, he could see Oliver just about ready to finish him. Arthur swiftly looked back and grabbed Oliver's hand mid-air and held the knife with a strong grip. "Hahahaha!~" Oliver laughed and put more force into his grasp. Oliver had a slight advantage because he was above Arthur and pushing down in the way gravity goes, his faith was basically inevitable... "!!" Arthur yelled as he couldn't hold on much longer. Oliver's hands slipped through Arthur's and a long wave of pain hit Arthur. He tried to speak, but his vision was growing blurry and his mind was slowly imploding. He spat up quite a bit of blood which was slightly blackened...He didn't know why. Sanguine trickled down the sides of his mouth slowly. Oliver was actually quite content and he grinned. "Well, getting rid of you was the only option so that you don't interfere with my love~" Oliver stated, quite fond of himself. "Y-You.........Mon-..-ster..." Arthur painfully spoke through clenched teeth. "Are those your dieing words already? Tsk...Tsk~" Oliver said coldly while exaggerating the 'tsks' with a waving finger. Arthur's mind is slowly being yanked away out of his control...Blood-stained and battered. "Well~ Now you're gone...She's mine now~ I can do what I want with her~ Hahaha~ You can go ahead and slip into insanity~" Oliver chuckled. He leaned closer to Arthur's face, roughly about a 12th of an inch away from him. "Sweet Dreams~ Enjoy something more insane~" He grinned and slowly sunk the knife back into Arthur's newly formed wound. "Ahhh-arghh!" Arthur gasped with short breaths that were filled with pure torment.He spat up blood again while Oliver laughed. Arthur's hand reached up, and with as much force as he could muster, he pushed Oliver's head away as if signaling that he didn't want him to look at him die. "Hehehe~ I don't mind spending some time with a decaying corpse, but if you want me to leave you to rot I will~" Oliver got off Arthur forcefully and retracted his knife gradually from Arthur's abdomen. Arthur's life had drained from his once emerald orbs. Now, they were just a dull ghostly white. His body was paralyzed into a perpetual trance that could not be lifted. Oliver glanced at Arthur and pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off the crimson off his knife. He stared at his doing and smiled wickedly "Finally...You're out of the way now...Hehe~" Oliver slowly walked away from Arthur's lifeless carcass and, as promised, left it there to rot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   
   "Artie?" You awoke rubbed your blurry eyes with your fists, yawned, and called out to your boyfriend with his commonly used pet name and realized he wasn't beside you like how he was last night. A sweet fragrance slowly found it's way to your nose. You've been with Arthur for a great while now, but this sweet scent was uncommon. 'Cupcakes? strange...Arthur never makes those...and plus, if he did, the house would be burning right now' You joked lightly, but meant it. Curious, you pulled the protector of warmth off of you and walked downstairs with the sweet aroma growing closer. "Artie? Are you making cup-" You started as you reached downstairs and found a similar figure, but it wasn't the Arthur you knew. "Oh, love~ You're awake! I made some cupcakes for you~" The man stated turning his full attention towards you with the baking tray in his hands and a harmless smile set on his face. You eyed him up and down...This wasn't Arthur...'O-Oliver...' You thought. You swore you heard that name once or twice when Arthur was mumbling stuff to...someone. You put the puzzle pieces together. Yesterday night Arthur had stated that his opposite was quite "colorful". Based on what he said and what you were encountered with, You assumed it was him with his irregular choice of colors that he was wearing. He seemed loving...But at the same time, you had a slight feeling it was best to stay aware. The way Arthur was acting and described him... you sensed he could possibly be trouble. You had the feeling he may have been watching you. His electric blue orbs bored into you. He wondered if you were okay as you stood there with a puzzled look on your face. "Are you alright, love?" Oliver asked concerned. "Uh...Kind of...er...Where's Arthur?" You asked getting to the point. His face saddened as he pointed to the area where the couch stayed. You didn't even think twice as you went over to the area. You put both hands over your mouth and gasped when you saw Arthur's lifelessly hopeless corpse. You resisted the urge to vomit and instead Tears found there way to your eyes. Your vision became hazy as you cried pitifully at him. You fell to your knees as they were giving away under your weight. You closed your eyes. You didn't want to look at that anymore...It was simply too much. The blood was slightly dried and looked new as if he'd just been killed recently. "WHO DID THIS?!" You screeched through clenched teeth. Those tears were not stopping anytime soon. Fury and grief were all that you had on your mind right now. You balled up your hands into fists with your knuckles turning white,and your hair obscuring your eyes. "It is a shame...He died so slow and painfully..." Oliver acted sentimental and held his head down trying to be as believable as possible. "Grrrrrrrrr...That person's going to hell...who ever did this...is stupid, cold...and can never find peace!" You said as steady as you could while holding Arthur's unresponsive hand, whimpering softly. Oliver walked over to you and lifted your chin and you looked straight into his strangely hypnotizing eyes. "But...love...Something had to be done for us to be together...~" He smiled softly. It was all coming into place. "No...Y-you couldn't have...-" You scooted away his his subtle grasp."Heh~" He smirked lightly. You noticed a light-pink bloodstain on Oliver's clothes on the middle of his stomach, almost duplicating the stab wound on Arthur's abdomen. "No....No...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" You screamed grabbing your head as if you were going insane yourself and losing your drifting thoughts. "I-I trusted you for a bit...You were sweet-loving...I can't..NOOO!" You said not knowing anymore, your eyes becoming smaller with shock. Oliver looked at your crazed figure worriedly. Had he gone to far? No was his answer. He's never seen you this maddened before...It was actually quite...entertaining.... "Love-" "DON'T TOUCH ME! You might kill me for all I know!?" You yelled at him with scarred eyes and paranoia taking over. His expression ascended from caring to slightly harsh. "Heh~ That can be arranged..." He smiled child-like and placed a hand on his knife. "!" You moved a bit away from him. "But...You can stay with me and trust me...you won't have to worry." He said lessening his grip on the knife approaching you gradually. You backed up, but only to have your back stuck against a wall. He grinned and kneeled down to your level and was staring right at you. You looked away full of anger and embarrassment. "So be mine...(y/n)" He whispered and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "!" You gasped at the sudden changes on expressions towards you. You didn't know how to react to all this, so you pushed Oliver out of the way and ran quickly upstairs crying. It seemed like the only option. He was astonished at your response but shook it off with a smirk. "I do love myself a good game to play~ HAHAHAHAHA~" He laughed evilly to himself.
                                   
                                                                        Ding-Dong....