YANDERE! Doors Monster x Reader
This content will include: Violence, Gore (Slight), Horror, Fem!Coded reader (slight), Neurodivergent coded reader (slight)
CHAPTER THREE: The Little Girl|
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The darkness that lingered in the room before continued onto room seven, delicate pieces of glass from busted bulbs crunched under your shoes as you barely entered. You hand grasped at the metal lighter you found at the lobby, the lid snapping open with a metal 'shlick.'
'Flick' 'Flick' 'Flick'
Sparks flew from the lighter as you struck the spark wheel until a warm flame ignited. It was a dim light, barely lighting up your surroundings, but you were glad to have it. The red scales of the carved dragon shone from the light, it made it look alive. It was nice to pretend you had a little buddy with you.
You thought this hall would be simple just like the ones before it, or at least easier than the one before it, but your heel dug into the carpet as your body came to a halt.
A little girl stood in front of you, she couldn't be any older than twelve years old. Her back faced a metal gate that encased a door with the number '8' engraved into its dark-oak wood. "Oh my god, are you alright?" You didn't question how she survived the beast that surely passed through her, assuming she hid just like you did.
Just as you were about to step closer to her, a voice from the very far back of your mind screamed at you not to approach her. Outstretching your arm, you brought the lighter closer to her smaller form. Her face that was hidden by shadows was now illuminated, her teeth glinted in the light.
Her plump lips were stretched impossibly in a grotesque grin, and her small pupils stared at you beyond a black goo that covered the top portion of her face. The blouse under her pinafore was stained with black splotches, which you would think was dried blood if it weren't for the substance that seemed to drip from the roots of her hair.
You jerked back in surprise at her horrifying appearance, the lighter's flame licking at your fingers. The shock of the minuscule pain caused you to drop the lighter. It extinguished before it could even clatter to the ground.
Blood curdling giggles forced their way into your eardrums, it was like the sound of cute child's laughter mixed with the screeching of the damned. Immediately after it died down, you felt someone grab at your wrist, the hand much littler and much colder than your own. You were dragged away by the person who seemed to be snickering with joy.
You were able to hear a door open before you were stumbling down a flight of stairs, the little girl not allowing you to catch your footing. "Please, slow down! Where are we even going?!"
She obeyed your plea, now slowly creeping down the stairs, but she failed to answer your other question. At the bottom of the staircase was a damp, decrepit room. The floor down here was cobbled stone that clicked under your heels. The lanterns on the walls were barely enough to cast enough light so you could see where you were placing your feet.
She finally stopped at a circle of dolls, she pointed at them. "Do you want to...play?" She clapped her hands, jumping in excitement. She sat on the dusty floor, patting the space next to her, indicating you to take a seat right next to her. So you did.
Some of the dolls look more worn than others, as if some were more roughly played with than others. One was completely bald, her fake makeup streaking down her plastic face. Another had a beautiful dress, her hair so smooth you could only assume her caretaker brushed her hair often.
She handed you one with a beautiful gown on, a tea hat clipped to her short hair. The little girl picked up one that wore a similar dress to yours, except the doll's skin was darker. You pointed at the toy, "Is she your favorite?" The little girl nodded, "She looks a lot like you." Her giggles warmed your frightened heart, though the sound grated your ears.
You enjoyed the time spent with the little girl, but it was only a matter of time before your numb legs told you it was time to keep on going. Just as you were going to stand, a panicked whimper came from the little girl and she was pulling you back down to the ground. "I have to go, we can play another time, alright? I have to get home.." You felt bad, her smile creased downwards into a frown that stretched beyond what the skin would allow.
You sighed, "Do you want to come with me?" Her frown turned itself around and she let go of your arm. The little girl sprang from her spot on the floor, grabbing a lever before pulling it down. The sound of a metal door slamming open was heard above you.
The little girl grabbed hold of your much larger hand, now letting you lead the way. "Do you have a name?" She thought for a moment before shrugging. "I could give you a name." You couldn't see it, but by the way the beads in her hair clacked together you assumed she was jumping in joy.
You thought of the first word that came to your mind, "What about Screech?" You were never good at naming things, much less little girls. But you heard her giggle in contempt at the name.
Back up the stairs, the metal bars were now open. Pushing open the door that laid behind it, your eyes that had adjusted to the dark were attacked by the bright lights. Screech hissed in pain, hiding her face in your back.
You comforted her, all unaware of the static-like laughing that emitted from behind a closed door, almost as if they were eager for what was to come next.
