Yandering the yandere

LOVE ♡ SICK

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LOVE ♡ SICK is a hub specifically catered to yandere enthusiasts and darlings alike; ranging from Q&As, blogs (such as the infamous How To Catch A Darling by Minu Park), as well as a feed that showcases in real-time live events.

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Next to the girl, who was now looking at this site with horror, a strange creature resembling a fluffy creamy-white dragoness with feathered wings and deer horns on her head and hooves on her hind legs was sitting on a floating chair in the air. “So how do you like what you see?” The dragoness asked, sipping coffee from a winged mug that was flying next to her. “This pervert has installed a camera in your room!” “Disgusting!” The girl answered. “You’ll deal with them, won’t you?” She asked hopefully. “Yeah. With great pleasure!” The dragoness began to stretch her fingers on her front paws. “For example, the camera in your room is currently broadcasting not your room, but the bedroom of a very ugly guy who likes to walk naked”. Nodding, the girl caught a bag full of popcorn floating in the air and sat down to watch what was happening on the site.

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At first, nothing seemed to happen. But then the site administrator’s favorite broadcast suddenly changed. What used to broadcast a certain girl’s bedroom began to show the room of a very ugly fat guy walking around the room naked. More and more broadcasts showing the bedrooms and rooms of the “darlings” who were unaware of this were replaced by broadcasts of people who were not the most pleasant to look at, or even broadcasts of landfills, and broadcasts of what is visible from inside the toilet that someone uses. Some broadcasts even began to show surreal landscapes, such as plains with rainbows in the sky and flying pink elephants. In short, yandere’s internet stronghold was in complete chaos, and this chaos was only gaining momentum! There was a lot of uproar in the website’s feeds. “Why the hell does my feed suddenly show me a clown doing backflips?” “There’s nothing but static on my screen. Did the site crash?” A handful of yanderes were losing their cool. They started panicking. “What the hell happened? Did someone hijack the website!?” “Admin!! Admin help!” Forevermore seemed to be a bit angry. He stood from his chair, and stared at the screen. He had always been meticulous about his site, and when he’d checked earlier… everything was in its proper position. Now, some random people were interfering with the site? Forevermore picked up the phone and dialed. He pressed it against his ear, and waited. After what felt like too long, someone picked up the call, but the voice was absolutely not what the stalker expected to hear… A cheerful and constantly giggling female voice answered him: “Yeah? Yes? Hello there! Do you want to buy pink elephants?” Meanwhile, the mass registration of hundreds, thousands and tens of thousands of accounts with monotonous nicknames has begun on the site: “WARRIOR OF UPYACHKA!” Forevermore’s brow furrowed. “Pink…elephants?” His eyes darted to the screen, at the chaos that he hadn’t seen before. The mass registration of monotonous accounts, the backflips of clowns and the flying elephants… He had been on the dark web for the longest time. He’d seen a lot of things, but this took the cake. He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, clenching his jaw in irritation. “Who the hell is this?” On the other line, the lady giggled. “Yes, yes, that’s right! Pink! Elephants! Would you like to order? They fly, only 79.90$ a piece!” “Is this a joke?” Forevermore’s tone was sharp, and the corner of his mouth quivered in irritation. Whoever was on the other end was playing with him. “No. I don’t want 'pink elephants'. I want to know who the hell is taking over my website. Stop what you’re doing, and put things back to how it was.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah”. The lady on the other end of the phone giggled again, and then said mockingly, clearly mimicking him. “Return the purchase of slaves so that they will be as before! Sorry, sweety!” The lady’s voice began to distort to a state of radio interference, and then became somehow gloomy and ominous, after which he sang the words from a song that Forevermore had already heard: “Let’s begin I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone Tune on in when I’m done Your status quo will know its race is run Oh, this will be fun” Forevermore was shocked. He clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes tightly shut — the other end was beginning to piss him off… “Dammit!” He slammed the receiver back in its place, looking at the screen — still a mess. He looked around for his keyboard, picking it up and typing quickly into the web browser… “[user: WARRIOR OF UPYACHKA…you are now banned. Permanently.” Meanwhile, all other tens of thousands of newly registered accounts under the name “WARRIOR OF THE UPYACHKA!” put a certain man with glasses and a long beard on their avatar, and then they began to write frankly meaningless comments consisting of some strange text. The same accounts added animations everywhere with Leonid from 300 Spartans kicking a Persian into a pit. All this slowed down the site and made it buggy. Attempts to ban these accounts were unsuccessful because the site started to glitch and slow down at these moments, and then gave an error and an inscription that the administrator account could not be banned. Forevermore’s phone suddenly rang on its own. Although this name was not in his contact list, he saw the name of the person who called:

“Anomaly-Namalia”

Forevermore’s jaw clenched. It was her… His eyes darted to the phone as it began ringing, but his first instinct was to ignore it. However, he couldn’t help the fact that curiosity overcame him. He stared at it, before finally hesitantly picking it up and placing it to his ear. “Anomaly-Namalia.?” Yes. This nickname and this name were familiar to Forevermore! Namalia was a well-known urban legend among many Yandere. Although she never got on the surveillance cameras, which, when she appeared, began to broadcast various strange things, rumors about a strange fluffy dragoness turning yandere into sheep, cockroaches, or just doing various strange things with them and saving their “darlings” from them, well, these rumors managed to spread! And now this Namalia, apparently, has decided to attack Forevermore’s site! “Well, hello, buddy!” The same female voice that had just offered to buy pink elephants told him on the phone. “Did you decide to buy elephants from me? I just have a special discount, just for you! And if pink elephants get on your site, then everything will be free!” Forevermore was silent, still glaring at the screen — it was a total mess. However, he decided to ignore the screen for now and listen to her. “No…I don’t want your damn pink elephants. I’m not buying any elephants at all, or anything else. Now quit what you’re doing and put things back to how they were. You’re disrupting my website and causing my servers to be overloaded. I have to deal with other issues already.” “Ahhh! I see that warriors of Upyachka have already managed to spam your precious website?” A cheerful female voice asked. “Sorry, sweety! But I will not, let’s just say, stop the attack on your site. You’ve heard of me, right? Did you really think that I would ignore your precious website? Would you like to buy a pink elephant as compensation? I’ll give you a discount!” Forevermore was getting increasingly annoyed. She knew that he was irritated, but she kept going on and on. Even with her high-pitched voice, and fake cheerfulness, he could hear a more malevolent tone beneath all her words. “I’m not buying your damn pink elephants. I don’t give a damn about them. This website is important to me, it’s my livelihood. Quit what you’re doing now or else I’ll make you regret it.” “Whoa whoa whoa!” Namalia laughed. Judging by the footsteps that Forevermore heard, she began to dance, stamping her hooves on her hind legs. “How cheeky you are! Buddy, come back to reality! You can’t even fix your own fucking website, why would you threaten me?” Forevermore clenched his jaw. Why the hell was she making him so mad? She was mocking him, and laughing at him. “My website isn’t the problem, you are. And I can most certainly fix the problem when it arises, you damn brat.” His voice was full of irritation, almost anger, but he suppressed his rage. “Don’t call me 'buddy', and I’m not your 'sweetie'. Do I make myself clear?” “Buddy, buddy, buddy!” Namalia ignored the demand not to call her that. “You can’t even solve the problem with your site’s code…” Meanwhile, an animation with a dancing little man appeared on Forevermore’s screen, drawn quite simply with sticks and circles. Around the dancing little man there were inscriptions in Russian, written in caps and clearly made illiterate for the purpose of fun. “Come on, tell me, how are you going to solve this problem?” Namalia giggled. Memes with a mockingly squinting Willy Wonka began to appear in Forevermore’s private messages, the ones that “Come on, tell me, how are you going to do this?” Forevermore was becoming even more infuriated. She wasn’t taking this seriously — he could hear through her mocking tone that she was simply playing with him, like the damn brat she was. Forevermore was tired of being mocked and laughed at, especially with this mess going on in the website. He had no time for this. However, there was one thing on his mind he had to know. As the stupid memes with Willy Wonka kept arriving, he finally spoke. “Who the hell are you?! What do you want with me?!” “I think you’ve realized that I want to shut down your precious site with slaves and other, heh, not too legal things, right, buddy?” Namalia answered him on the phone while the site administrator was receiving memes with Willy Wonka from hacked accounts of different users in private messages. “Did you think that no one would close your site, huh? And here’s where the mistake came out! What the police can’t do, I will do!” Forevermore clenched his jaw and gripped his phone tightly. This brat was pissing him off so much, and she had a damn good reason. “Why do you want to shut down my site? Don’t tell me that you’re just being petty.” He was becoming irritated, furious, now. This damn brat was getting on his nerves. He had to know why. “Oh, you really don’t understand?” Namalia exclaimed with mock surprise and sadness. “I think the answer is on the surface, if you strain a little those few convolutions in your brain that can think!” Her insults were cutting through his defenses — it was irritating, frustrating that she kept belittling him, insulting him at every turn. “Goddammit, stop insulting my intelligence and just tell me why you want to shut down my site. What did I do wrong to you? Why me?!” “Well, let’s start with that… what is the topic of your website, huh?” Namalia asked, stopping stomping her hooves. “It’s…Love ♡ Sick. A website for yanderes and darlings. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I created it to bring two groups of people together. Not in a weird way, just a safe and respectful spot for people to meet others like them. What’s wrong with that?!” “Yes, yes, yes, voluntary and respectful!” Laughing, Namalia said. “Cameras installed in the rooms of those who do not even know that you are spying on them, or kidnapping and selling people is a very good thing! I completely believe your words, monsieur! Not really, of course!” “You goddamn…” Forevermore clenched his fists, his face scowling. He was becoming frustrated, infuriated at the words that were coming from her mouth. She had every right to call him a liar, as well as point out these illegal things. But it seemed…she was simply playing him, like a damn brat. “You know, I’m getting pretty tired of your damn mocking and insults. If you keep this up, I won’t hesitate to…” “Heh, I’ve hit a nerve with you, haven’t I?” Namalia chuckled, and then continued in her sarcastic tone. “Will you do what, buddy? Come on, tell me! I won’t even spam Willy Wonka memes on your precious website…” “Dammit!” He clenched his fist, his eyes darting everywhere. He didn’t even want to say what he was planning, but at this point, he didn’t care. This little brat was becoming such a damn problem, one that he had to nip at the bud. “I’ll make you regret it. I’ll put in an extra layer of security, and when I find that damn virus you’ve placed in the website, I’ll ban you for life. I’ll make your ass regret ever daring to mess with me, got it?” “Buddy, buddy…” Namalia replied to these words with feigned regret. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, your site wasn’t attacked by a virus. I will weaken the attack a little and let you view the code of your site if you want — there is no code there anymore, but a complete chaos! There’s absolutely nothing left of your original code. Right now, your site is only working because of my magic- I didn’t turn it off completely just to have some fun”. Forevermore’s eyes were like thunder. His mind was reeling — magic? Now this is getting serious. The situation went from simply infuriating, to dangerous. “You…you’ve completely destroyed the code. It’s destroyed. There’s no way you--unless…” He quickly typed a command into the terminal, looking at the screen. It was completely destroyed. It was true…he could ban her, but she already had the upper hand. “Who are you?! Who are you, damn it!” While he was studying the code of the site, which really turned into complete and utter chaos, various strange things continued to happen to the site. Actually, there is nothing left of a kind of paradise to yandere. Broadcasts that used to show various people being spied now showed clowns doing somersaults, landfills and lectures on copromat. Auctions with “darlings” offered to buy not people, but pink elephants, flying pink elephants while the discount is valid. Auctions with various things that allow you to spy on someone or kill or kidnap someone offered to buy discounted access to some lectures from the Skillfucktory. There were animations everywhere in which some bearded man shoots a laser out of his eyes. “Come on, think, Park Minu, think!” Namalia gave his real name. “I know what you’ve heard about me, right?” He scowled at that. How the hell did she… “Y-Yes, I’ve heard of you…” Forevermore kept it a secret from everyone, which he usually did with everything. Her finding out his identity was a huge issue for him currently. He wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction, though. “You’re the urban myth that yanderes talk about! The girl who turns yanderes into sheep or cockroaches! The girl who saves your darling from you! Am I right?” “Yeah! Right! It’s all about me! Bravo!” Namalia applauded him, he could hear it. “And now I’ve set my sights on your precious website. You have a huge cockroach nest here. It would be a crime not to spray this cockroach nest with insect spray!” He knew that his identity was now comprised--of all people, she had to find out, not anyone else, but her. She had him by the balls, as far as she was concerned. “You won’t get away with this, you damn wench. You’re going to regret screwing with me…” Forevermore’s anger was quickly spiraling out of control. “Where’d you get the information in the first place, huh? HOW’D You get it?! You better speak, before I make your ass regret it.” “Dude, you advertised your site yourself wherever you can!” Namalia answered. “In addition, yanderes talked a lot about this site, before, as you correctly understood, I turned them into various interesting things. It would be strange if I didn’t find out!” He clenched his teeth, his face slowly turning red again. Of course she had heard from yanderes and darlings alike talking about the website, and of course she’d eventually find out. He should’ve anticipated this. “I see…you’re smarter than I thought you’d be.” He slowly calmed himself down. There wasn’t much he could do at this point for the safety of the site. But he had to try something. “But why are you doing this? To stop the site? You’re insane.” “Buddy, your site has been completely shut down as it is!” Forevermore could feel Namalia grinning at him, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’m currently studying the information I found there about your site visitors. Of course, you’re a funny dude — you’ve made a lot of visits using bots, but I’ve also found a lot of yandere, which I’ll be doing soon!” “You…you’ve found the yanderes who logged into my site?!” Forevermore’s face drained of all color, immediately losing control of his calm. She had completely gotten the upper hand. He had no power in this situation, nothing to use against her. She had everything, and he had nothing. Forevermore was at her complete, and utter mercy. “Yes, dear, that’s right. I have yet to sort out which of them is not dangerous to society and which should be neutralized, but I know about all of them. So in the near future I will spray this cockroach nest with insect spray if we use comparisons”. And Forevermore literally heard Namalia yawning. His mouth tightened at what he had heard — he was truly in a helpless situation. Namalia had everything she needed and could easily take him out if she wanted. His entire life could come crumbling down around him, everything he’s done would be revealed, all thanks to her. “You…you won’t get away with this…” But it was a bluff, one that Namalia would quickly catch on to. He was a sitting duck, and she was on the hunt. And she was going to catch him. “I’ve already gotten away with it”. Namalia answered. “I got your address, I got your name, and everything like that. So… You can try to escape, but I assure you, you will be like a cockroach in a completely empty room with nowhere to hide, moreover. A cockroach that will soon be crushed”. Forevermore’s eyes widened when she said she knew all that. Her knowing his name, address, and everything about him--he’s screwed. “You…you’re going to come to my house?” He clenched his fists, glaring at the computer in front of him. There wasn’t much he could do to prevent what was to come. If he didn’t do something, his life was ruined. It’d be a hell if she came to his house to visit. He was sure she wasn’t as harmless as her words suggested… “I’m already at your home. Turn around, buddy!” He heard that voice behind him. Namalia was sitting on the couch behind Forevermore. She was not a human, she was a strange creature, like a fluffy dragon with feathered wings, deer horns and hooves on hind legs, and her color was creamy white. When Forevermore turned around, Namalia waved her front paw at him. He immediately froze upon seeing her behind him. Forevermore was silent for a moment. Everything was like a strange, horrific dream. A dragoness, like nothing he had ever seen before, was sitting right in his house behind him. His heart was pounding rapidly, his mind was filled with a sudden, unexplainable, fear. She was here. She was real. “W-what are you doing here, damn it?!” Forevermore slowly turned around, his eyes widening when he saw…her. She was exactly the same as she was pictured in her avatar, her creamy white fur shining in the dim light… Forevermore’s eye twitched as he felt pure and absolute dread. How the hell did she come to his house? How did he not realize sooner? “W-What the hell are you doing here?”