Art is not mine, credit goes to original owner who I don't know of.

This is a delusional yandere!whitty x tall!reader.

⚠️ Warning: Very Gory⚠️

Requested by one of the simps for whitty: The_Whittiest_simp

Plot: You befriend whitty and your kind to him in all ways. He thinks you love him and he just fangirls of you. Boyfriend and girlfriend are worried about his behavior of you and does something to them. So he starts to panic and you check up on him to find that.

Ah yes, your most favorite time of the day, waking up at 7 o'clock and getting ready.

Readers POV

Waking up from my bed is the light of my day. Knowing that there's tons of possibilities to do in a days time. Stretching my freakishly long arms and legs, hearing the popping of my bones satisfied me. So just hearing my 6 feet tall legs pop was amazing, sounds like a barbie doll that hasn't been played with's feet that you can position.

Although I don't even fit my bed, my legs started to shake (ya know when you wake up and your leg starts to shake, it's the best feeling.) me awake from my slumber while my legs hit the feet bar at a rapid speed. It's normal and part of my morning.

Dressing up in [your choice of clothes] (A/n: I'm giving you a choice bc I'm tired of seeing people pick clothes for you that have combat boots) I noticed I was going to meet up with my best friend in the world.

Yes, he might be not the brightest person to roam the earth, but once you get to know him good enough he will show his true personality which is similar to a little lost puppy.

What can I say? He's been running for all his life, hiding away from society. So it can take time to get to be on his good side. I took that time and he became my best friend.

While walking around the city, I know there's some people taking a glance at my ungodly tall figure. Soon, I can see the ally way that we first met in. Walking through it I can feel some very particular eyes on me. Turning around there stands the 8'8(idk his height ok.) walking bomb looking up at me.

"HI, WHITTY!!" I always get so happy when I see him. Picking him up, I start to squeeze the life out of him. I know he didn't mind it, because he would be kicking and wiggling to get out of my grasp.

"Hello there (Y/n)" I then set him down and patted his head ever so gently.

Whitty POV

There they are. They're so beautiful/handsome. Getting any physical contact from them is like new bloomed rose petals. I just want them all for myself, I know that they love me so much. Why else would they hang out with me?

I always wanted someone taller than me to love me. To feel protected and loved. Someone that is strong to carry me, and gorgeous like a butterfly like them.

I didn't notice that (y/n) was calling my name until I felt their hand cupping my face, inspecting as if I was someone new to them.

"Are you okay? Whitty? You there?" I was knocked out of my thoughts when I heard them calling me.

"What? What happened?" I probably sounded like an idiot right now. They looked confused from what happened.

Reader POV

I was putting him down when he looked like if he was in a daze. I let him sit for a couple of minutes, poking him every once in a while.

I got concerned about him and started to touch his face. Cupping his face and lifting his face up and down, looking for anything that could possibly happen.

"Are you okay? Whitty? You there?" I started to panic a little until I saw his eyes meet mine.

"What? What happened?" He looked confused and looked up at me and I just played with his little rope thing.

"I was just saying if we can go visit Boyfriend and girlfriend for a while. I haven't seen them in a while." Whitty looked confused on what to say for a second until he prossesed what I had said.

Whitty POV

"Oh uh yeah, we can go see boyfriend and girlfriend.." I was lost in thought and comfort, they were actually touching my fuse...it felt so good. That means they actually love me!

Although I was a bit disappointed. Why would they want to go see them? Are they uncomfortable with me? Surly not.

"I don't know where they live though. If you know, you can lead the way to them." I honestly don't know where they live, but I'm hoping they know where to go.

Reader POV

"Sure, I know where they live. Uhm, you can hop on my back if ya want. It will be much faster, it won't hurt me." With a little hesitation, he got on my back.

I started to run I don't know how many miles, but it was good exercise. I can feel his grip tighten on me. I wouldn't blame him, running 15 mph would be surprising. I placed my hands on his waist and head.

Soon we made it to a mansion like house, of course it would be a big house. Her parents love her. I had to help whitty off of my back. He seemed a little annoyed when we got to the front door.

We knocked on the door, rung the bell and soon heard foot steps. The door then opened to reveal boyfriend and girlfriend.

" Oh, (y/n) and whitty! Welcome, please make yourselves at home." The door wasn't big enough for you or whitty to fit in, so you had to crouch down with you being 11'6.

"Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?" You tilted your head a little and waited for an answer.

"Beep peebo." Boyfriend had made a shooing like hand movement to let you know you can go.

"Thank you." And like that, you got up and left to the bathroom.

Whitty POV

"Do you guys know (y/n) and I love each other so much?" I leaned back on the couch thinking of them.

"Oh? You guys are in a relationship?" They looked confused, but why?

"Mhm we are what you guys call 'life partners' and we will be, forever. We will love each other and we will share everything we own. Heck, I'll kill people for them." I started to feel a little funny, I don't know what that feeling was, but I like it.

"Ya know, like how a cat brings dead birds or mice to there owner. But I'll bring gifts and attention and everything they will ever want. I'll murder anyone who touches my beloved (Y/n) and bring the dead body as a gift". I meant everything I had said but they looked like they are worried for me.

"Whitty, I think your little 'crush' on (Y/n) is getting a little to out of hand for our liking. Maybe even for them. You're taking it a little to far and you maybe need to calm down and think of what your doing." Girlfriend grabbed my hand for comfort.

I pulled away my hand roughly from her grasp. She stumbled and almost fell but boyfriend was there to catch her. "NO. Oh no, no no no. It's not a 'little crush', I'd call it an obsession..what your saying is the exact opposite. And if your not going to support our relationship, we simply cannot let anybody live if they don't approve."

Boyfriend stood in front of girlfriend in a protective manner.

No one's POV

Whitty when ballistic. He wasn't in control anymore, his anger got the best of him. Although he thought what he was doing was right. He ran up to girlfriend and boyfriend.

Throwing boyfriend to the side, and grabbing girlfriends arm. He grabbed her hair and slowly but steadily dislocating her head from the neck. Hearing her muffled screams from his hand. After her head was loose, he pulled it off like if it was a bottle cap.

Blood splattered everywhere. The once white rug wasn't so white anymore. Her blood had all been rushed through her neck and went on boyfriend and whitty. Not even looking at boyfriend, he could tell boyfriend was traumatized.

"Her head would be good to a certain someone who wanted it as decoration for Christmas." He then turned to boyfriend with a crazy look in his eyes.

Boyfriend was to scared to do anything. Not even scream or run. But whitty wanted to hear his screams of pain. He then took out his pocket knives and slowly approached boyfriend like a predator approaching it's unknowingly prey. This time, the prey knew it was going to be taken down.

Grabbing boyfriend with an iron grip, whitty started carving hearts and the first letter of your name with his [example Y+W, the Y is (Y/n)]. If no one knows how boyfriends voice sounds like, they know how his scream sounds like surely.

"Quiet down now, I'm already getting sick and tired of hearing you scream." But who wouldn't scream when there being tortured.

After he was done with the killing, his senses came back to him and he noticed what he had done. He began to panic and started to mutter under his breath. Then he heard foot steps and started to panic even more, just staring at what he had done.

Readers POV

After bending down to look in the mirror, I heard a scream. But I didn't know who's it was. I hope everyone is ok, I wouldn't want anyone dying today.

Once I made it through the long halls of the building, the screaming got even louder. Until it started to fade and eventually come to an end. I peeked out to see something no one would like to have witnessed.

Two dead bodies and one bloody and panicking whitty standing on top of them. Tears began to run down my face and I couldn't hold back my screams.

"WHITTY...WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM." My shouting didn't do anything to help that the fact my best friend murder my friends.

"I'm sorry lovely (Y/n), it had to be done. They wouldn't let us be together so I had to take care of them." I was to scared to do anything, my legs gave out and I collapsed. I felt arms pick me up and carried me bridal style. My legs were still dragging along the floor tho.

"Now that we both know we love each other and you loved the gift because you got on your knees and started crying of happiness, we can love each other forever.......and guess what."

"You can't do anything about it."

Hi, I'm not sure if this was good or not. But a request was demanded of me, and I have now delivered. Uhh, idk what to do, 1845 words. Please request, it's not proof read so please correct me on any typos.