Gender Neutral Reader. Light horror elements. Reader has severe paranoia.
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It isn't safe up there anymore.
Even now. Sectioned off from the upper levels of your home in a coffin of your own making, you can still hear it. The scrapping. The whispers. Small instances you made the pitiful, careless error of mistaking as the odd creak of your bedroom door. Why hadn't you left when you had the chance? Your fears and doubts hounded you like a plague, yet - in earlier days - you willed yourself to believe the trick of sound was just that. Your sight was the only true you needed. If only you knew it was your very own two eyes that had deceived you from the start.
Precious hours, finances, and the pain of departure stranded you in this place. This was your house - your home. The safe zone you created to protect yourself from the world and everything in it that would ruin you. You were so caught up keeping every danger out, you knew bothered to check for ones that were already there - decades before you took your first breath. An ancient, rotting carcass; old as if not predating the foundation of the worn, but well kept house that felt like a steal at the time of purchase for the bring it was listed. It smells the decay from your flesh as you waste each day away afraid of the unknown and discovered the ideal candidate for its equal.
A mortal who frees the world that birthed it to the degree that you do is not meant for that reality in its eyes. You gave up everything to make their land a safe haven for yourself and now it is too late. Where else is safer for you than the arms of a being who would embrace what others consider a fault?
"Are you still down there, Y/n? Look, there's nothing here. I checked every nook and cranny of this place, but there's nothing to be afraid of besides that wasp's nest on your porch. Come on out, take a shower, and we'll get you something to eat- Sound like a plan?"
The blankets wrapped around your shivering body nearly suffocate you as you press them firmly against your face. Your close friend of several years. You would've believed it was them had they not kicked you out of their apartment after chunks of spoiled meat began appearing on their doorstep. It's trying to trick you again. It's done so before. Loved ones, figures of authority, even characters from shows you watched in the past - It won't stop at nothing until you open that basement door.
"Y/n? H-hey... It's me. We used to sit together and lunch sometimes? Your parents gave me your address, but when I got here I noticed your front door was open.. Are you okay in there? Are you even in there? Open the door so I know you're s- so I know you're alright."
The fatal flaw in its mimicry. That word - it makes the creature upset. In its eyes, you won't be safe until you submit and thus promising your safety while wearing a false face angers it. Its not like the high-school crush act would work on you anyway. You doubt it was a car accident that took their life, but the less you knew the better.
"It consumes. Swarms. Devours. The fears you let puppet your sweet flesh will tear away at your meat and leave nothing in its wake before any disaster takes you from this world. Allow us feast upon your pain. We will pluck it from your bones before there is nothing for it to cling onto. This house is your domain. Embrace it. Embrace us."
There is it. That....thing's real voice. The exhaustion latching onto every word matches the heavy weight of your eyelids as you fight to keep them awake. You know it can't get in, but you can't take the risk of falling asleep. You're tired. So very tired, but you can't rest now.
what i wouldn't give to hook up my old consoles and lay my head in someone's lap while they play through my favorite games with me blabbing in the background about them
Okay thats really funny. Darling that is just trying to survive what they think is the apocalypse and Yan who just want to love and protect the darling against anything they see as a threat. The problem is that they see the Yan as a threat. Home alone hijinks ensue
Doomsday darling is just preparing for the worst at all times and the world's already gotten to shit as is. They cannot read news of any kind or nobody will see them for days as it all stresses them out and they're hiding away. If it rains when the forecast said it was supposed to be sunny you cannot pay to leave their bunker. This does all work in their favor when Yan comes as they'll simply crawl into their hole like they always do. Darling probably eats a lot of MREs/canned food so Yan could possibly lure them out with us a normal burger. Just leave the bag on the kitchen table and hiding outta sight of the surveillance cameras and it's only a matter of time
Doomsday reader seems like they would cut someone’s dick off
Idk why but it’s just the vibe they give off
Oh you don’t like that they hide in a bunker? NO MORE PP FORE YOU!
They gonna tear gas a bitch and cut their dick off!
I personally don't see them going that far as they just want to be left alone and tries to immobilize those who come after them only so they can get away, but they definitely will stab someone if they get too close for comfort. Has that one false key on their chain that's actually a small knife and at worse they aim for the eye
