FNF Characters x Reader

Zardy x tramatized female reader

[this is uh based off these weird "do you blame yourself?" memes that keep popping up in my youtube recommended]
[TW: mentions of death, blood and gore]

[Also you and zardy are already friends][and this is also a mix of angst and fluff]
Key stuff:
H/c]=hair color
[H/l]=hair length
[F/n]=friends name
[E/c]=eye color
[Y/n]=your name
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*No ones pov*
As you stood there staring  at the dead and mutilated body of your friend [f/n], you felt tears run down your face. [Y/n], you heard a demonic voice call your name. You whipped your head around only to see a demonic shadowy figure with red flames coming off it's body, it stared at you as it was holding your friends skull and then it spoke, "do you blame yourself?", "What..-" you said. As the figure vanished only to appear behind you, as you turned around it spoke again still holding your friends skull. "Well it's quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of...guilt" it said as it telaported away again. "What situation-" untill your [e/c] eyes widened in horror as you saw the auditor holding your friends dead body with her guts spilled out, he snickered. "The accident." He said as the images of your friends death flashed in your head making you violently shake and cry. "It's very common for people to invent blame or create a casualty when in reality-"
You heard zardys voice interrupt the auditor. Zardy had his hands on your crying face. your hair was everywhere.
It was silent for a moment untill he spoke, "..it is completely out of your control." He pulled you in for a hug and you began to sob into his shoulder. Zardy looked up at the auditor and glared daggers at him, "leave [y/n] the fuck alone." He angrly whisper yelled as you continued crying into his shoulder. The auditor simply vanished, as you and zardy walked back to your house, you oped the door and zardy walked in and sat on the couch. He opened his arms letting you cuddle him on the couch.

After a few minutes you had fallen asleep on him, you felt him run. His hands through your [h/l] [h/c] hair, "It'll be okay [y/n] I won't let him hurt you." He said.

[Damn this was sad to write but I'm pretty proud of it]

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