(Y/n) was restless that night, not a wink of sleep. In the morning they returned to crying into the pillows in their room until about 11 am and Ayato returned with takeout lunch for him, his lover and their mom.

"(Y/n)? I'm sorry for yelling at you the other day. Please forgive me." He said from outside the door to (Y/n)'s room.

"Go home. I want to be alone." They replied.

Ayato ignores the demand and opens the door, being greeted by a pillow thrown to his face. "Leave I said!"

"I don't want to."

"I don't want your comfort... No, pity! I don't want anything from you right now. Please."

Ayato sighs and leaves their house. Maybe the distance was best for them right now. (Y/n) was becoming awfully unhinged and not knowing the whole Stocking kidnap situation thinks their mood is entirely his fault.

Thoma, on the same new number he used to contact (Y/n) with was sending his ex obscure and obsessive texts. Ayato could easily tell it was him, but the two haven't had a conversation since the last favor and he doesn't intend to have anything more to do with the insane obsessed ex any longer.

"(Y/n) sweetheart are you going to be ok? If you feel like you would be needing a therapist after all this just let me know. It kills me to see you like this." Their mother too was speaking from out the door.

"I'll be fine mom."

 
  
  
  
As it grew closer to 7 pm, (y/n) struggled to pick themselves up and prepare to leave the house for the first time in a month, but they managed. By 6:40 they left their house, making sure to head out without their mom noticing.

They take a taxi to the address, and walking up to the doorstep of Thoma's apartment felt like gravity was going against them. Their hand was shaking, reaching up to knock on the door, the world felt like it was starting to spin, the sound of their heartbeat was the loudest thing to them at that very moment.

And when the door was pulled open, the creaking sound pulled them back into reality.

"I was waiting for you, (Y/n)." Thoma greets them with a sinister smile. The mask to his obsession was well chipped away, he looked like he's lost his sanity.

But it wasn't just romantic obsession. The man was being eaten away by his guilt.

"Your cat is in here." He closes the door behind them and accompanies them into a dark room where Stocking was still in the cramped cage cowering in fear.

"Stocking!" (Y/n) ran into the room, and the door was shut by Thoma who grinned malevolently. His plan was going all too smoothly for him.

(Y/n) heard the sound of a chain. The door was being locked from the other side. The only thing in the room the two is in is the cage. There's no way out.

One glance was enough for (Y/n) to tell that the door is too strong to break with brute force.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me Thoma!" They screamed and kicked the door, hissing in pain afterwards.

"Say that again, little whore? Let me get it on a voice note this time to send to your little boyfriend." He paused to take out his phone and start voice recording. "Want to know a little something?"

"Let us out!" (Y/n) demanded. They turned away to let stocking out of the cramped cage but realized it too is locked. Stocking started crying out, her paw trying to reach out to touch them. "You fucking bastard!"

"Hear me out and I'll slip the key in."

"Fine."

"I killed Albedo."

"I fucking knew it! You murderer! You demon! You deserve to fucking die! I fucking hate you! I hate you Thoma!"

"And I hate you too!" Thoma slammed his fist on the wall, sending a vibration to their side. "But that's not all. Ayato made me kill Albedo. He struck a deal with me. I got him to fuck me, and in exchange I did his dirty work and took the blame for it."

"Liar! Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear anything from you anymore! My boyfriend isn't as messed up as you are!" (Y/n) threw another first at the door, and another. The third managed to dent the material but injure their hand in return.

"I don't give a shit if you think I'm lying, just wait to hear the truth when it isn't coming from me." Thoma slides a key down under a small space beneath the door and (Y/n) hastily picks it up with the hand that wasn't throbbing in pain and unlocks the cage stocking is in, immediately hugging their cat.

"You'll be in their for a while, good luck surviving."

(Y/n) glared at the door. They even left their phone at home to make sure no one followed them to Thoma's place. The caution they took went against them and now it's them in this life or death situation.

But they'd prefer it'd be them then anyone else in their life.