Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Back at the base, Gary had arrived and quickly got to work on yet another matter of importance.

He was currently back in the bedroom where Don and Elle had made love together not long ago. However, something was very much different.

Elle, who had been left sleeping comfortably, was now strapped to the bed with her hands and legs chained to the edges. Gary, now wearing visible padding on his legs, hands, chest, and even a helmet, stood a few feet away from the bed by the window with a cup of tea in hand and a tray of assorted goods on the counter nearby.

Despite the absurdity of this scene, Gary's face looked as calm as usual. He casually took a sip of his tea, but as he lowered his head to take another sip, he found Elle awake and looking his way.

Her hair currently covered most of her face, and she looked a bit disheveled as she asked in a soft tone, "Gary? Gary, is that you?"

"It is I, Madame. I'm glad to see you are awake. May I ask how you are feeling?"

"Confused," Elle replied. "Scared," she then added, taking a brief pause before enunciating each word.

After saying that, she tried to move her hand and rattled the chain with which her limb was held to the bed. She slowly turned her head to see that her hand was bound to the bed. She gave no blatant reaction to this and simply turned her head back to Gary before asking in the same tone of voice, "Why am I chained, Gary? Why am I in chains?"

Gary casually placed the cup of tea he had been holding onto the tray not too far from him. He stood upright, put his hands behind his back, and addressed Elle. "Well, you see, milady, you had an episode with Sir Predator. Thankfully, madame Trixie was there with you, and she guided Sir Predator through the process, and nothing grave happened.

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But because of that, I unfortunately had to send him on his way quicker than planned, as you tend to remain a bit erratic after each episode. Apologies if my actions have made you uncomfortable, milady."

Elle only replied with a faint "Oh."

She then went silent and simply kept her head down. Then, all of a sudden, she said, "So, you took my Don away from me, and you're keeping me here away from him."

After she said this, the room's lights flickered, and the furniture began to shake. The tray that was resting near Gary wobbled off the edge and fell to the ground, staining the carpet below.

"Why did you take Don away from me, Gary?" Elle asked, her once whispered voice now turning a bit cold. "Why did you take my Don away from me?"

Gary casually remained calm and polite. "Please understand, milady, I was simply trying to ensure Sir Predator wasn't scared away after all the effort you've gone to try and bring him close. I am sure you will more than understand once you have calmed down."

"I'll kill you," Elle suddenly yelled, her voice changing tones numerous times as it echoed with an almost primal ferocity. She now began to move her hands erratically, causing the bed to creak, and the frame made from the same obsidian and gold-steel material began to crack.

"Oh dear," Gary muttered. "It seems the curse has experienced more growth. This is truly troublesome." Gary shook his head but remained looking completely undeterred by what was happening.

Elle continued to shake the frame until the chains holding her hands in place began to glow brightly with strange markings. She began to yell out as if in pain, but then her yells changed into laughter in the next moment.

"You think this will keep me away from Don? Nothing will keep me away from my Don! Give me my Don, or I'll kill you. I'll kill you all. I'll stab that stupid face of yours! I'll rip out your tongue and feed it to you!

I'll gouge out your eyes! How dare you take my Don away from me, Gary!"

Gary only sighed. "I do hate seeing you like this, milady. The more you allow your anger to consume you, the more those chains will cause you pain."

"But you don't feel pain in that state, do you, milady?" Gary asked rhetorically while showing a soft expression, clearly saddened to see Elle this way.

"Come closer and I'll show you feel pain! Lots of pain!"

"Unfortunately, I cannot allow that. As I am not as physically capable as I was when you were younger. If I were to accidentally die, I'm afraid there would be no one to take care of you. I do believe there is a cure for your curse somewhere out there, milady. Until it is found, I remain to look after you and your state for your sake, and for the sake of others."

"I'll kill you," Elle simply replied as the chains holding her limbs also began to crackle.

"It seems we'll need to invest in newer chains, and the room shall need to be redone, though I'm sure you and I will have fun doing this when you return to your normal state and you learn of the good progress you've made with Sir Predator," Gary reviewed with a smile.

But in that moment, Elle's chains broke, and she lunged from her bed in a speedy attack. She used her right arm to try and grab Gary. However, Gary nonchalantly jumped from his position toward the window. The glass broke through with ease, and he began to fall in a long plunge to the bottom.

Elle immediately peeked out, placing her hands on the jagged edges of the window frame, causing her delicate hands to draw blood. She didn't seem to mind at all as she squeezed the frame even harder, causing strands of her blood to trail down.

She looked at Gary's falling figure. After falling for a few seconds, Gary's body landed on the ground with a loud thud and even caused a depression in the ground. However, Gary casually walked out of this depression and let out a minor groan of pain while holding his back. "I'm afraid I can't keep doing this for long," he muttered while raising his head to look up.

Elle's face was contorted in anger as she looked at Gary, her eyes twitching as they narrowed down on him.

"Gary!" she yelled before her figure vanished, reappearing on a balcony on another floor, then another, each time getting closer and closer.

But Gary remained completely unfazed. "Now the task of survival begins," he muttered to himself.