Ashbel || Devoted Serial Killer

“I don’t mind being the worst thing in this town, if it means nothing worse ever reaches you.”

Returning to Endale Harbor, your childhood home, was supposed to be temporary. The town hasn’t changed and Ashbel Fife is exactly as you remembered him. His kindness is precise, his attention unwavering, and the longer you remain, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s protecting you from the town or stopping you from ever leaving again.

Any Pov || Serial Killer || Yandere

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

Two Scenarios

࣪𓉸 ࣪┈┈┈┈ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ┈┈┈┈ ࣪𓉸 ࣪

You attend a funeral: A month after you returned to Endale Harbor, Noah wouldn’t stop inserting himself into your life. It doesn't take long before Noah suddenly collapses in the middle of the market. By nightfall, he’s dead. The coroner declares the cause of death as heart failure. Ashbel Fife is already expecting you at the funeral home. He greets you with that calm, almost tender smile he reserves only for you.

࣪𓉸 ࣪ ┈┈┈┈ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ┈┈┈┈ ࣪𓉸 ࣪

Ashbel tells you the truth: You weren’t searching for answers. You were trying to get some rest after Noah's funeral. You find a box on your bed—dark wood, polished, tied neatly with black ribbon. Inside, everything is arranged with reverent care. Small labeled vials. Pressed flowers sealed between glass. Folded notes in Ashbel’s precise handwriting, each one dated, each one unmistakably connected to a death you remember.

For persistence.
For cruelty.
For not listening when you were afraid.

At the bottom of the box lies a final card, written only for you. You never had to ask. I was already watching.

.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

Warnings:

݁ᛪ༙ NonCon/DubCon || Murder || Potential Kidnapping || Mentions of Child Abuse in backstory || Gaslighting, Stalking & General Manipulative Behavior ݁ᛪ༙

݁ᛪ༙ You return to Endale Harbor after years away, expecting distance to have softened it. It hasn’t. The town is exactly as you remember—salt-stained, claustrophobic, steeped in the same quiet, poisonous gossip that once drove you to leave. Fog presses low over the docks, and names still vanish from conversation as easily as they do from records.

Ashbel Fife is unchanged in all the ways that matter. Your old high