★彡𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕢𝕦𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤彡★ {KNY x M!Reader}(On Hiatus)

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(Heavy gore)

After the confrontation with a wild Saki and her mother, M/n started to ascend the mountain. The heavens above were painted in an inky black, stars scattered across its expanse like spilled diamonds while the crescent moon was perched high in the sky, painting the snow shrouded scenery in its ghostly silver sheen.

M/n was almost half-way up the mountain when buzzing started in the back of his head and translucent images flitted in his vision. He froze in his spot. He knew what was happening, his eyes snapped shut and the images became stable.

"Scary man, Mama got hurt, help us."

The hoarse utterance of those six words made a fearful shiver run down M/ns spine before abandoning everything as he high-tailed it home. His breath coming out in puffs of steam in the biting wind.

'Shit, shit, SHIT! The buzzing and images stopped! Just hold on, Mika! I'm almost home!'

Suddenly the path home felt so much longer, like he was running in one place or in slow motion. Like when you're getting chased by a serial killer in a nightmare.

He kept sprinting as swiftly as he could but it seemed like everything was against him, the snow seemed to grab his legs with icy hands, tree roots and stones seemed to shift into his path to make him trip.

Then he smelled it; the humid, sickly-sweet, metallic reek of fresh blood. He felt like gagging, but he didn't have any air to push as his legs buckled.

He forced himself to keep going despite the aching in his legs and lungs, his throat feeling like it was made of pure ice.

He stumbled into the clearing where his house was nestled and was horrified. What met his eyes was nothing short of a mass genocide, from birds to even bears, animal carcasses littered the ground and were strewn about in the trees.

He didn't even want to know who put them up there or how or why. But it was fucking sick. Creatures jugulars were ripped out while others had their stomachs slashed open, guts spilling out, and entrails had popped out of their mouths, dangling from the tree branches.

It was like sick Christmas tree decorations; the way they were draped all over everything.

M/n tore his eyes away from the revolting sight and ran around to the front of the house, more animal carcasses were there too, and he turned to the engawa. The shoji doors were shattered and spattered with blood.

"MAMA?! MIKÆLA?! ANSWER ME!" He brokenheartedly called out to his family, his chest heaving with panic. Suddenly the buzzing came back and his eyes welled up with tears of relief.

He ran into the house, and in the far corner of the living room were huddled Mika and Mira, her arms wrapped protectively around his form, but he wasn't conscious, and she wasn't breathing.

M/n raced over and fearfully placed a hand on Mika's cheek, he was heavily bleeding from his neck and was deathly white, but he was still warm. He repeated the action to his mother only to find she was being deficient in warmth; her skin as cold as the icicles that clung to the eves.

The tears fell from M/n's bi-coloured eyes like silent waterfalls.

"Mama?" He murmured, and gently shook her, to his revulsion she limply toppled over, head rolling on the ground with a sickening thump. M/n screamed and stumbled back, his stomach simultaneously ejecting its contents.

Her spine taken out, horrendously clawed out, nothing more than a gaping hole from her severed neck to her lower back displaying that it had been there in the first place. In the corner of his eye M/n could see that it had been disrespectfully tossed into the corner like trash, blood dripping from the tips of the snapped ribs comparable to dew from tree leaves.

He wanted to break down and cry, but he thought about his brother and sucked it up.

'I need to get Mika out of here and get him to a doctor!' He inwardly yelled at himself.

He picked up his brother bridle style and jogged away from his razed home, mentally apologizing to his mother for not giving her a proper burial.