YASS A YANDERE CUPID. BECAUSE WHY THE F**K NOT!?

*ahem* I actually made the mood board a month ago. I just had no use for it till now. :3

And its fun to see Cupid as a psycho. Is it not?

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A impatient angel sat on his knees in his garden, tending to the roses, removing their thorns.

This was the only time he would be able to enjoy himself away from the others. It had gotten very crowded in the mansion.

Well, ten males share the sane house. Plus one female.

Cupid sighed, thinking to himself at how things used to be. When it was only him and his creator, he was only a sad sketch made by a girl with a dream.

Yet, she somehow gave him more life, with the pastel pinks, glowing with love. His newfound halo shined brightly with innocence. And his wings sparkled with wonder.

Everything was so new to him in the beginning.

First, you're just a thought, or an idea if you will. Then suddenly you're a doodle, then you're shaded and outlined. And finally, you've officially became a character.

One day, she finally got the confidence to release him to the world, wondering what they would think of him. And surprisingly, she got praised for the angel of love.

Things where so simple.. Yet.. Cupid quickly realized his creator wasn't a one character woman.

She started making more drafts to other creations... And when they became more than an idea like he was, he was not happy.

Each of them got more of her attention, stealing her thoughts away from him. Maybe that was why he had so many makeovers..

She would always be distracted by someone else, before he could even ask her anything.

But, our angel knew that he would always be number one in her heart.

Until, Coby decided to try and flirt with her, sure she wasn't his real mother but still. It made Cupid sick the way he'd look a her.

Creator always shrugged off his attempts, ignoring his advances, always treating him like her own. Which he was technically.

Coby was disappointed, but understood. Going after the readers as he was made to do in the first place.

Cupid had been gripping one of the stems to tightly that a thorn had pricked his finger. "Ow!" He hisses, dropping the rose.

He removed his glove and looked at his bare hand, it had a long cut up his pointer finger.

He looks at it in newfound interest. The way his pink blood sparkled.. Wait.  Didn't the others have different colored blood as well?

He smiles.

"Let's find out."

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Cupid had entered the mansion, looking at the mess in front of him.

Coby and Asher had the couched knocked over, the flowers he had set on the coffee table were busted, the vases glass all over the floor, while the flowers dried up and died.

Hallow swung from the ceiling, holding onto one of Fears legs, the curtains he worked so hard on hanging up were torn.

Lockheart stood at the top of the stairs facepalming.

Amour was chasing after Romeo with a knife in his hand, who even released him?

Cupid felt his right eye twitch. "HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!"

Each of them froze in place, slowly turning their heads to him. Fear had dropped Hallow on the floor, Coby fell off the couch, and Amour dropped his knife.

Cupid put his hands on his hips. "Guys! What are you a bunch of children in preschool!? No! You're all adults! Act like one! Clean up this mess at once!"

Asher tucked his tail between his legs, and looked down in shame as he flipped the couch back to its regular position.

Fear quickly gathered the curtains while Hallow fetched a broom.

Coby picked up the coffee table, while Lockheart came down the stairs and helped pick up the furniture.

Cupid sighed. "Good, and don't stop until this whole living room is spotless!" He walks out of the room and into the kitchen.

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"Since when were you so bossy?"  Cupid jumps at the sudden voice, he turns his head and sees Cyrus leaning against the kitchen doorway.

Cupid frowns. "Since when did you decide to give people heart attacks!?" He snaps, facing away from the droid.

Cyrus crosses his arms. "I asked you a question.  What has you so snappy and harsh? You're not supposed to act like this."

"What do you know? You're just a android who can't feel anything."

"I don't like your tone. Do you really think bossing the others around is going to get you closer to Creator?"

Cupid's eyes widen as he drops the plate he held, it shattering on the floor.

"It is about her, isn't it?"  Cyrus asks, walking around the counter, a ghost of a smirk on his face.

Cupid kept silent, his hands twitching.

"What is it about her that makes you so obsessed? Is it because you were her first original character? It is because you miss her only being around you? Or is it... Something else..?"  The android keeps an eye on the angel's twitching and shaking figure.

Suddenly, Cyrus was on his back, Cupid lingering over him. "Is it really that obvious!? We were fine! And they have to ruin everything!"

Cyrus laid there with a straight face. "You're a lunatic. She loves us all equally. Yet, you cannot see that because your mind is a psychotic mess."

Cupid's eyes suddenly burn with hate, as the hammer in his hand beats down on Cyrus' facial plates, wires sparked, as black oil like blood pooled and him.

Smash after smash, spark after spark, the hammer was dropped on the floor.

Cupid looked up at the ceiling, clutching the side of his head as he became light headed.

Suddenly he snapped out of his daze, he looked underneath him and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god, what did I do!? What did I do!?" He flails off of Cyrus' body, slipping in the oil.

"C-cyrus!" He crawls over and shakes the droids shoulders. "P-lease.. S-say something! Anything!"

He got no response, just the lights in Cyrus' eyes burning out, and fading to black.

Pink tears fell down the angels face, a hand over his mouth as he sobbed loudly.

He hugged his knees as he cried into his hands.

He hears the sound of glass breaking, he looks up from his knees and sees his halo black and in pieces on the floor.

"No.. No no no no no!" He failed to pick up the pieces, them fading to dust.

He slowly reached up to his forehead and felt two small horns, and he stopped crying.

He looker over his shoulders and saw that his wings no longer sparkled, instead, they shined a deep black.

He looks back over to Cyrus' body. "What have I done..."

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Amour had heard a very loud sound from the kitchen, which startled him as all loud noises did.

It seemed the others didn't hear it thanks to Fear scolding them.

Amour slowly snuck away from the crowd and tip toed into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

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Once inside, he removed his blindfold and saw his eldest brother crying in the corner, and the thing at shocked him the most was the shattered skull of Cyrus in front of him.

"Cupid?" Amour approaches him slowly, one hand out to rest on his shoulder.

Cupid looked up at his twin, tears in his eyes.

Amour recognized the red shine in them, it was the same look he had while in one of his.. 'Episode's'.

Amour sat on his knees in front of the angel, looking over his darkened wings and new horns. "Cupid, explain to me what happened?"

Cupid latched himself onto Amour as he cried into his chest, Amour slowly wrapped his arms around him, rubbing circles between the wings.

"I- .. I- I don't know what happened! We were arguing! A- and.. I-.. I- blacked out! I just remember waking up with blood on me!" Cupid held onto Amour for dear life.

Amour shushed him. "Cupid, its alright, calm down. You just had an episode.." He whispers holding him even closer.

"I help you with this, and I promise that it'll all just seem like a bad dream.. No one will know..." Amour reassures him. "Go to your room, I'll take care of this mess."

Cupid shakily nods and pulls away from him. "Y-you are coming b-back r-right?"

"Of course. Just stay in your room, don't come out unless I tell you to."

Cupid nods and sends him one last look before taking the back door out to sneak around the house.

Amour stands and looks over the body, he picks it up by the feet and drags it out the backdoor.

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Amour pat the dirt with the shovel before tossing it back against one of the hedges.

Amour sighs and rolls a decorative rock over the large hole, covering it with flowers.

"I'll just tell her that Cyrus went away for maintenance...."

He gives the hole one last look before leaving the garden.

End...?

-Remember none of this is cannon-