Art is by on !! // He loves you so much he'd even k̷͉̞̭͕̓̌̾̇̏̌̓̚͜͠ͅi̷̡͈̱̭͉͔͂͌̐̒̄͌̑̃l̶̡̫̜̠̬̼͒̋̅́̈́̀̇͘l̵̮͂̄̅́̇ for you :)

A maniacal smile spread across his face, arms spread out. "See, (Y/N)," he started, his voice going back to normal. He stepped towards me, causing me to curl up in the corner I was once shoved in, tears welling in my eyes.

"I love you so much," he laughed. "that I'd even ķ̸͉̯͉̪̬̼͍̱͎̖̥̒ȋ̶̥̺͓̰͍̘̩̞̓ḽ̷̡̨̧̻͇̰̤͖̣̼̺̱͔͍̈́̿͂̑̂̑͐̅̊͒̇̚͘͘͝͠ͅl̶̡̯̟̬̘͓̜̘̰̈̄̉͘ ̴̛̻̖͔̗̇̅f̷̧̢̲̩̠̞̟̲͖͉̩͙̹͇̌̋͝o̴͔͇͖̩̳͍͙̩̓̑̇͛̽͜ȑ̸̢̪͈̪̰̏̑̐̕ ̴̛͙̀̄͋͑̈́͛̈́̇̑̑̚͝͝y̸̨͙̼͕̩͔̗̫̭̖͈͛͆͐̎̑͠ọ̶̯̱͇̙̭̤͔̺̞̣̱͍͈̫̎̏̅͌̚!̴̢̧̱̖̝̰̪̞̦̺̖͎͋͗͗͆͗̕ȗ̷̡͎̳̭͚͔̩̤̪̮̈́̃̓͜!"

The tears spilled as I whimpered helplessly. "Please stop," I begged, not wanting to open my eyes. I didn't want to see him anymore. I wanted him to just leave.

Another diabolical laugh erupted from his throat, piercing my ears.

"You're even cuter when you're scared." His face turned to one of awe and affection. I opened my eyes and turned to see his bloodied face right in front of mine.

I kicked and swatted at him, cursing his name. But he didn't move a muscle. He didn't even blink. He just hung over me with that smile sent straight from hell.

"You can't do anything, (Y/N). You can't hurt me, even if you tried. And there's two wonderful reasons why."

He quickly but somehow gently grabbed my chin and pulled my head to stare him straight in the eyes. I was paralyzed from fear. More tears fell, splashing on his hand.

"One is," he tilted his head like he was examining me. "no one can hurt me. I'm made of steel." With the last word, the grip on my chin tightened and then released.

"Two is, is that you care too much about me." His tone softened and he let go of my face, running his finger across my jaw. "I know you do. Even when I'm like this, you still love me."

I wanted to move, but I couldn't. I was still glued with my eyes open, in this terrifying situation. His touch sent chills up my spine. And the worst part was, he was right.

I did care. Even when he was like that. It was sickening. I still wanted to hear his voice and feel him. I just wanted him with me.

"See..." he smiled again, more of a genuine smile. He inched closer to my face, putting his lips in front of my ear. "I can hear it in the way you breathe."

My entire body flooded with goosebumps. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead as his face lingered there.

I have to get him out of this. This isn't him. I told myself, my breathing quickening.

"Baldi." I panted, feeling his gaze turn to me. "Please snap out of it."

He chuckled and shook his head, sitting up and away from me.

"I can't!" He stood up and motioned to the body on the floor. "This is what you made me do!"

He flourished and grinned at me, scratching the bloodied ruler on the chalkboard.

My heart sunk from his words. It wasn't my fault. But... I didn't listen to him. I went to his office anyways. None of this would have happened if I had just...

I trailed off in my own head, looking up at him.

"It's only necessary to follow your teacher's directions..." He sighed and wiped some of the blood from his face. "And bad things happen when you don't."

I swallowed hard and felt everything go numb. I wasn't going to get out of this. I felt guilty for a man's brutal murder, I felt guilty for driving Baldi into this state.

"But you're my model student." He smiled and walked back over to me. "And you're more than just a student. You're mine."

Biting my lip, I dug my nails into my arms and tried to push his words past me. He inched closer, his tone softening, yet still menacing.

"I can practically see the little halo above your head." He cooed, leaning down and gently standing me up, pressing his body against mine. "You're an angel." He traced a circle in the air above my head.

His words were so conflicting. I wanted to hear more of it, but I also knew everything he was saying was insane wordplay. Or was it? I felt ashamed that I wanted him to press closer to me.

"And you're the angel that fell in love with the devil."

I shook my head and breathed in deeply. This better fucking work.

"You're not." I said honestly, desperate to get him back. "You may have just done the devil's work, but you're better than that. This isn't you."

He simply froze, staring down at me silently, listening.

"I want the Baldi that cares back. The one that took me into his own goddamn house. Bought me hundreds of dollars of clothes on a whim. The one that gives me that smile when I see you first thing in the morning."

His hands twitched, and his facial expression seemed void, broken almost.

"Listen to me." I demanded, reaching up and cupping his face with my hands. "Come back. I know you're in there. And if it takes some sappy speech and a fairy tale kiss to do that, then so be it."

No response. Just frustrated tension between the both of us.

I grunted and pulled his head down, touching my lips to his.

The most fucked up time to kiss in the world.

I closed my eyes and prayed.

He didn't feel cold anymore.

He felt warm. I felt his arm weakly wrap around my waist, the other hand reaching up to cradle the back of my head. And then he kissed back.

A wave of relief flushed through me. I pulled back and opened my eyes to see his confused face in front of mine. I smiled and panted, hugging him tightly.

"THANK GOD," I whined, digging my face into his chest. For a moment, I forgot about the entire situation.

"Thank God for what?" I heard his voice quietly above my head, a quizzical tone. "Why are you crying? Why are my hands..." He froze, looking around.

"(Y/N)!" He screamed, patting me to make sure I existed. "What did I do?" He pried himself away from me, turning around and seeing the corpse of the Principal laying on the floor.

Baldi shook his head and stepped back, hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no... what happened? Why can't I remember?"

I put a finger over his lips and stood in front of him so he couldn't see. "I'll tell you later. We're going home."

He panted in utter despair.

Turning, I looked at the body one more time. I was extremely against violence. I hated seeing even an ant get killed. But this time, I felt sickly satisfied. Glad that he was gone.

I didn't want to tell myself that I was going insane too. But I enjoyed watching the fight. Behind all of the tears and rationality in the front of my mind, I wanted him to do more than that.

The way he talked to me, the way the chills were sent up my spine with every word he said, it almost turned me on. The fear.

"(Y/N)?..." He pulled at my sleeve, snapping me back to reality.

"Y-Yes. Let's go home." I said blankly, my eyes diverting to the scene again. I laced my fingers with his, pulling him out of the room and leading him to his own car, talking to myself in my head.

Maybe I had a sick side too.

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Can't have a Baldi fanfiction without a TINY bit of this kind of stuff :P I think writing about his two sides is fun, so please excuse me while I publish this chapter. Thank youuuu~!!