Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 8

Y/N Pov :

You wake up on some mud, into a forest. You get up, not knowing how you get here, or where you are. The area seems pretty scary, with fallen trees and dead leafs everywhere. Yet, the place also seems kinda familiar to you. Suddenly, you hear some leafs crack behind you. You turn around as fast as you can, terrified: nothing.

Shit ! Where the hell  am I ! Where's that old fucker ?

You hear some leafs crack again, slightly on your left. Still nothing. You start to hear cracks all around you, and to freak out. You turn on yourself, but you can't manage to see what produces all that noise, as it seems to disappear every time you try to look at it.

- It's funny, isn't it ?

At the sound of the voice, you jump in surprise, and this time, you see someone. Someone... too familiar. Your father is standing in front of you, his back leaning on a tree. He smirks at you, and starts to make his way towards you, a creepy smile on his half-rotten face. Some pieces of dead flesh ripped at the tension caused by his smile, causing them to fall on the ground. He still have that lust in his eyes, the same one he used to have before, when the usual and inevitable beat-up was coming. You can see the wound on his neck, covered by maggots and fly eggs. You see the trail of dried black blood all the way down his throat and on his shirt, and the three linear and deep wounds on his chest. Some pieces of his brains is still sticked to his hair, where you gave him the final hit.

You can't move. You're literally paralyzed by what you're seeing right now. How can your father be here ? He's dead ! You killed him !

- Yes, I am, he said in a gurgling voice, probably due to the hit on the neck. I am dead. But you know what ? I'm still alive. In here. He then pointed to his head. And you know what ? I don't intend to leave you. You and I, we'll still have planty of "conversations" about your desesperate case.

He throw a punch at you, that you can't dodge. He gets on top of you, smirking.

- Ah... This is giving me good memories from our last "conversation". Do you remember it ? Oh, right... You probably don't.

- I do ! And I wished I wouldn't have killed you ! You deserved to rot forever !

- Tss... Wrong answer.

He punched you, over and over. His knuckles broke at the third punch, but he didn't care. Right, left, right, left, right, left. He grabbed your hair, and raised your head. You stared at him right in the eyes, and spat on him.

- Not cool... not FUCKING COOL !

He grabbed your head, and snapped your neck.

- HEY ! Wake up ! 

You open your eyes, to see the old man looking at you, his eyes filled of worry.

- Is it okay, kid ? You were screaming like if someone tried to slit your throat.

- Y-yes... j-just a bad d-dream.

As you said that, you realized how sweaty you were. Your throat was itching, probably because of the screams.

- You wanna talk about it ?

- Why ? It's not important.

- Sometimes, talking about it can-

- I said it's NOT IMPORTANT !

You blinked, surprised by your own outburst.

- Whoah ! Calm down kid ! Sorry I invaded your privacy, okay ?

- S-sorry... I didn't mean to...

- Whatever. 

He stared at your bat, surprised by the new look of it.