So I'm beginning work on a Yandere Simulator fanfic called "Love Sick - A Yandere Tale". It is posted on fanfiction.net as https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12940248/1/Love-Sick-A-Yandere-s-Tale , and I posted the prologue here for you all to enjoy. Read it and tell me what you think lol <3 Prologue- A powerful silence took hold of the room. Within the miasma of death, it unleashed itself in a powerful wave, at once burrowing deep into the girl’s core and radiating through its atmosphere to shake the universe itself. At the quake’s epicenter stood Yandere, one single hand gripped on the katana, a blade dripping with the crimson color of blood, a love so strong within her that she feared she might disappear into it, consumed by it, never to return. But the moment didn’t mark an ending so much as a new beginning, long overdue. It was truly transformation. A number of voices, near and far, present and from eons past, drowned her thoughts. Raised in praise, the voices in her head, proclaimed her acts and cheered the conclusion of weeks of planning, years in the making. Her eyes lifted to the night sky, she felt of the weight of the world on her, and in the depth of her being he felt the power of love anoint her. Slowly and reluctantly, she came back to herself. Returned to the world of the living, she took note of her rapid breathing. Yandere-chan moved to take in a look of the disarray: furniture knocked over; framed pictures shattered. As if a hurricane had swept through. And facedown on the floor lay a statue of Senpai. A boy Yandere-chan had secretly coveted and stalked the last year. There as well, lay Megami Saikou: her long, slender body sprawled on the fine carpets. Bloodsoaked head turned to one side. Dressed in a fine, as for a night on the town. And now she lays dead. Or was she? Apprehension moved throughYandere-chan, rage returning to his eyes. Parnoia of her own making, or perhaps even one of forewarning? Was it possible that the strong-willed Megami had deceived her? Perhaps the Saikou gilr had survived Yandere chan’s blade and pretended to be dead? Never mind that it would make a petty move for one so proud of herself. If she hadn’t been concerned for her own safety, perhaps Yandere-Chan may have pitied her. Wary of approaching the corpse of his former rival, she used the blade of her katana to roll the young woman over onto her stomach. From that angle, Megami Saikou looked almost as she had when Yandere-chan first met her, one week earlier. Strong and proud, a genius, a proud strong woman, a characteristic rarely encountered in the young women of Akademi High. But then again, Megami had never been an ordinary girl, nor an ordinary schoolgirl of any sort. Yandere-Chan took care, still slowly approaching the body of her fallen rival. Faintly aware of the room about her, she sighed in relief, and pulled herself up to full height. This was no trick. Not a moment of faking death, but one of succumbing to it. A look of sadistic amusement took hold of her eyes. The girl might have lived many years. She might have lived forever with Senpai had she succeeded in her quest to win his hear. But in the end, despite all of her years of training, the martial arts and self-dense training, it failed when it was need most. A sense of accomplishment moved Yandere-Chan, “Well… that was easier than I had anticipated…” Rarely did events plans ever play out as intended in any case. Rather, one could only act on instinct, grab hold of the perfect moment, and spring forth into action. One could only observe and react. The element of Surprise strangely absent from the periodic table, a missing ingredient. Confident that this had all been for love, Yandere-chan returned to the room’s window. Two girls but in a school of hundreds, but what had happened in that room that night would affect the lives of all of them. Her eyes looked to the looming overhead of stars, though soon to be overwhelmed by dawn’s first light. As the morning sun drew in, it ushered in a bold future. In her mouth, Yandere-Chan tasted blood. In her chest, she felt the beast within rising, emerging from the innermost shadows of her psyche just short of revealing itself to the world. Megami had claimed Senpai as her property, and now he would make senpai, hers. Had this…. Love? Ever been felt so strongly in anyone? She raised his gaze over the town. The answers were out there, and reflected the past ten weeks…