Corrupted (Male Reader x Charlie) (BOOK 1)

Welcome to Hell

It was a normal Tuesday night. Y/N was home alone. He was normally home alone for most of the week during the cold nights. His parents always had to go to meetings with their company.

    "Now Y/N, remember leftovers are i-" Y/N dad said but was cut off. "In the fridge, yes I know." he said.

     He had been through this routine for a couple of weeks for a while now. You didn't exactly know what they did, but it kept the family well fed. They left through the front door and Y/N watched as they left in their car, cruising away from the garage and down the street. Y/N sighed. Even though they had an amazing life, he had gotten no love in return. Ever since they began their meetings, the less and less they acknowledged him. They didn't ignore him completely, but it was a major drop from what it used to be. He had went up to his bedroom to get on his phone, he shut the door and sat on his bed. He began to tap away as the night went on.

It had been two hours ever since he had gotten his phone. Y/N yawned.

    'I might as well warm up the leftovers before its too late.'

    He headed out of his room and began to remove the leftovers from the fridge. He put it on the counter before hearing a noise outside. Y/N flicked his head towards the noise. He peeked out the window, but couldn't see anything that could make the noise. He ignored it and started to warm up the leftovers in the microwave.

     'Crap, forgot my phone' Y/N realized and ran up to his bedroom and got his phone which was still laying on the bed.

      He was about to head down the stairs we he felt breathing on his neck. Y/N stopped dead in his tracks. He knew someone had broken in, but was the one sound from earlier it? That little sound was the sound of someone breaking in? He hoped not as he slowly turned around to face a tall, floating cloaked figure. He reached out with a skeleton arm and grabbed Y/N's head and began dragging him.

       "Who the hell are you? Let me go!" he yelled, thrashing, trying to escape this person's grasp.

     He kept dragging him with supernatural strength. They had made it to the living room when the cloaked figure began to sink in the floor.

     "What, what the f-" Y/N began before he was pulled through the floorboards and began to feel a falling sensation. He looked down to see that him and the figure were soaring downwards.

The unexpected rush as the sped through the air made Y/N to pass out, and wake up randomly. It was only a few minutes of this, but to Y/N, it felt like a lifetime. He woke up to see that they were approaching the ground. The cloaked figure slowed down to a halt, and tossed Y/N away on the harsh, red stone.

        "Sorry kid," he said in a grim and dark voice. "It's nothing personal. For me anyways." he said as he pulled out a glowing scythe from his back.

      Y/N's eyes widened and began to run. He looked in every direction and saw nothing but an endless landscape. He looked behind him to see the figure was right behind and grabbed him by the neck. Y/N tried to punch and kick, but the cloaked man held him far enough away so his attempts of hurting him would be useless. He took his scythe and made a cut across Y/N's abdomen. Y/N screamed in pain, and then the figure left. It dusted away in the air. He had left his victim in the Scarlett Plains. Y/N quickly got up and looked at his injury. Shockingly, there was no blood. It was a black cut, with a thin faint glowing white line around it. He touched it and it didn't hurt.

     'What the hell? How's it not sore? He literally just cut me. Ok, hold on. Where am I?' he thought as he began to search his surroundings again.

     There was nothing in sight. He began to jog in a random direction, hoping to find out where he was brought to.

After an hour, Y/N could finally see something. A city was on the horizon. While his time jogging/walking, he had noticed some other things. Like how he wasn't on Earth. He looked up and saw the moon with the bright pentagram on it. He thought about it, like how the person dragged him downwards, and how the cloaked figure resembled the Grim Reaper, and how everything was red.

       'Well, at least I know I didn't die and went to Hell' he thought, trying to brighten his thoughts.

        He approached the side of the city and read the sign:

WELCOME TO SINVILLE. Now Fuck Off If You don't belong here.

'Ok, nice welcoming' Y/N thought as he crept on the sidewalk.

      He suddenly then felt pain from his wound. 'Finally something normal' he thought as he lifted his shirt. He then noticed black veins were within his body and were sprouting from the wound.

     "Hey you alright, oh shit you're a human?" a demon said to him, but he couldn't even hear it.

      The pain was too much for Y/N he felt the veins burn as they began to spread along his arms and across his face, and then he blacked out. Then, everything went wrong.