Yandere 1504 ('Joe Schmo')X Deaf! Blind! Reader
Requested by falafelwaffelYEET
Darker content warning! ⚠️ Violence warning amongst other things! This may be OOC, been a while since I've done this but I'll try my best! This also will be a shorter one compared to my previous works
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Joe Schmo  watched as the other person in front of them squirmed in their kennel of a cage, meant for a medium sized dog more than anything. He knew it was an uncomfortable fit his captive and honestly, that was the point of it all. He wanted to see them, to see how they react.

Joe walked over them, a foot purposely slamming down right next to their hand that was sticking out from the cage, the vibrations of it being felt even if his captive couldn't exactly hear it.

His captive, Y/N, flinched and moved their hand back, not wanting it to be crushed. They whimpered in terror as they fidgeted around in their cage, desperately trying to move In a more comfortable, safe position if that were even possible, only to twist themselves in an even more uncomfortable position.

They couldn't see their kidnapper or the environment, the claustrophobia being nearly crushing, they could hear, having their hearing aids stolen by the same kidnapper, they had only their senses of taste, smell and touch to guide them. The air was humid and damp, no doubt they were in some sort basement under the hot summer heat. Sweat rolled down their face, covering their bodies and staining their clothes in sweat.

They let out a squeak of pain as they felt something Poke harshly at their side, almost drawing blood. They wanted to say it was some sort of dull knife, but they couldn't be sure.

"Stop it! Please, let me go!" They cried out. They would've started crying if they were so dehydrated at this point that tears wouldn't come.

Joe did not listen to their concerns, in fact, that only made him more adamant on getting the reactions that he craves. He slowly dragged the knife up to Y/N's arms, casually cutting at it, just enough to draw blood. There was just this satisfaction he got from watching them react to him, to hear them yell out because of him, to talk to him. It didn't even matter to him the context, he just needed their attention.

By the time Joe was done, Y/N was curled up in a ball, covered in multiples of cuts and scratches, blood trickling from the wounds. Joe carcasses their cheek through the bars and Y/N flinches back away from them hard, almost hitting their head on the back of the kennel.

"Get away from me, you f/cking MONSTER!" Y/N screeched at him. "HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP ME HERE?! WHY DONT YOU JUST KILL ME ALREADY, BASTARD!" They screamed, the adrenaline giving them the courage to disregard the potential foolishness of this decision and just scream and shout profanities at him.

They didn't know that this was what Joe wanted, that he could just listen to them curse him to hell and back if it meant that they addressed him, that somebody finally addressed him.

He walked away for a bit, sitting down on a box next to the cage, just sitting there watching them.

This hadn't been the first time he'd had done something like this. He was just so desperate for company, for acknowledgment of his very existence that he just did whatever he could to do it. It started with a reign of terror, doing whatever he pleased whenever he pleased, even it is was some of the most heinous things a human could do, just for someone, anyone, to check him for it. But none of it worked, not one person even recognized what was going on, no matter what was going on, siting some sort of accidental incident and moving on.

Then he finally kidnapped his first victim, a man not unlike Y/N. At first it was just an experiment, a Hail Mary to maybe save whatever sanity he had left.

Sure he did do a lot of monsterous things to him, the worse being when he had stabbed out their eardrums and taken out their eyes. It was a bit too Gorey for his tastes, but again, he was desperate for something, anything that could work..

And it did.

The man seemed to be able to sense him, react to him. The man didn't see the constant stream of blood as curious little nosebleeds, but finally seeing it, feeling it as a punch to the nose that it was. Even if he didn't know it was Joe specifically , it was enough for someone to just.. know he was even there, doing this to him.

Unfortunately the man died from his injuries a few days later, was it infection or was it blood loss? He couldn't remember but either way, it gave him the starting grounds to where he was now. Ever since that day he began searching, searching for someone that wouldn't be able to sense him in the way that everyday people could, somebody he could keep around, give him the reactions he had so craved for his entire life.

Then he met Y/N.

Y/N was the first person to really catch his eye. He didn't know exactly why. Maybe it was their looks, maybe it was their personality? Either way, they seemed to draw him In somehow. He wished he could say he felt guilty when he followed and stalked them wherever they went, days at a time. He wasn't stealthy about it either, why would he be? It wasn't like anyone would stop him or notice.

During his stalking of them, he found that Y/N was blind and deaf, needing a walking cane and hearing aids to go through life. Memories of what he did to that man all the way back resurfaced. Maybe... just maybe..

Just as a test, as Y/N walked to their job, he snatched their hearing aids and cane from them and started running. To his relief, they reacted, yelling for him, whoever he was, to give back their things, they even tried chasing him, not that he would've gotten very far.

By this point, he had made of his mind. He was tired of existing alone, he was tired of being ignored by everyone due to whatever curse or ability or whatever he was born with. And if he had to have company, it would have to be them. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't gotten.. attached to them. Those curious little emotions that attached to those types of feelings were lost on Joe, he hadn't felt them since... ever. With his ability, it wasn't hard to guess that it made him distance himself with humanity and emotions tied with it.

So he kidnapped them. It was easy, simply grab them and hold them tight as he dragged them away. Y/N tried calling out for help, screaming at the top of their lungs, but nobody intervened despite this happening in broad daylight in front of a busy intersection. His only real struggle was fighting against Y/N, but that was simply a case of knocking them out and then dragging them back to his 'place'.

So that's where he got where he was now, Y/N, now safely his and his alone in a crate and him going to them everyday with some sort of new experiment.

Sure was this healthy? No. But after all he had gone through, he'd much rather have them in captivity and by his side  and miserable then let them be free and happy.