.:Mi Amor:. A Camilo Madrigal x reader story.

Breakfast breakdown... P.g. 2

It was weird, this situation. Your main senses were blocked, no smell, no hearing, just nothing. Nothing but sight that is... you could see everything near you as you usually would before whatever happened here... At least you think you would?
You tried walking, just At least a step. Nothing, you were still as a statue, paralyzed all the way through your body. At this point, falling sounded better than nothing. Just some sort of motion, anything.

And although being in a possible near death situation, considering you were a sitting duck just standing in the middle of nowhere. You decided to take in the surroundings. Hopefully it will reveal to you what the hell was going on, to you, and that weird glitching plant in the middle of the water.

Wait...

Weird glitching plant? What? You looked at the plant closely, observing it's smooth looking texture, and the blue to pink flashing effect around it.
It kept glitching in a pattern, two flashes of blue, than three flashes of pink. That exact order, no black, no purple, no orange, no yellow, just blue, and pink.

What the absolute fuck? You stared at the plant, then looked around at the other trees. Hopefully to distract you from this weird situation.

/-/A/N Stop running away from your problems y/n. /hj \-\

Now, the other trees were shades of beautiful greens. Telling you, you were indeed in a humid climate. Shrubs and grasses seen everywhere around you. Then you took notice to the light glitchy affect on the trees leaves as-well? The glitching wasn't as bad as the weird plant in the middle of the water, but rather lighter the farther you looked away from the plant.

Well these plants are just on something then... you looked away from the plants to look straight ahead of you. There was a dark pathway across the river, the path underneath the trees were covered with fallen leaves. Giving the other half of a river a dark, abandoned look.

When you were scanning the other side, you noticed something, or someone? What?

A man stood, his black curly hair to his shoulders, and a green ruana covering most of his body. He looked around 5'1, maybe 5'2. His eyes were a piercing green, staring at something in his hand with curiosity.

Ok so first I cant move, then second glitching leaves, now third now their is a weird man standing across the weird river where weirdly enough, YOU CANT MOVE.

He was about to turn his head to you, finally taking notice of the figure across his side of the river when...

A loud crash awoke you.

Jerking up from your sleep you started patting your face worriedly, to see if you can finally move. Which clearly you could, and luckily that was just a dream.
A very weird and specific dream. Your eyes scanned your room, scanning the...

/-/I am gonna have two parts for this. Because some people have their rooms clean and tidy, while some prefer a organized mess. :) You can also change the room to however you want, or just imagine your room in it place. \-\

/-/Part A, clean room\-\

Organized room, everything in its place, where it should be. The (mini figures, plushies, accessories, games) in their place, organized in a way to give a certain feel to my room. (Both of) My closet door(s) closed, and my (f/c) curtains spread open. Revealing the sights of the small town I live. I took a breath, and stepped out of the warm threshold of my blanket.

/-/Part B, A tad unorganized or messy\-\

Unorganized mess. Sure, I should clean but I just know my way around this better. No matter how many times I step of something here and there, it's fine. I looked to my counters, covered with different objects I have collected over the years, and will probably remain until I leave, or I just get bored and move them to a better spot. I looked out my window to see the outside, both of my (f/c) curtains in slightly uneven places as the views my town reveal themselves to me. I sighed, then stepped out of the warm threshold of my blanket.

The floor met with my feet, giving me a chill. Compared to my warm blankets, the (carpet, floor) was quite cold. I stood up, dressed in a casual outfit, considering it was Saturday, and took a step to the door. Latching my hand in the handle, before another loud crash happened.

"What are those idiots doing now?" I mumbled under my breath.

I groaned as I swung open the door to reveal my youngest brother William, or just Will, staring up at me with wide brown eyes.

"Good morning. Brothers are making breakfast, and wanted me to wake you up." He smiled, the small gap in his teeth revealing themself to you.

You smiled at him, compared to his demon spawn of brothers, he was the sweetest. He really cared for you, and would help you out whenever the brats would tease your over something as minor as tripping here and there, or talking to a boy. Whatever material they could find, they used it against you.

You ruffled his hair, before picking him up, holding him to your side as he rested his head on your shoulders.

Will was the youngest, being at around 6 years old, it was surprising when he became your favorite. His worn out Dino pajamas, and his black curly hair just gave him the sweetest look, matching his personality.

After picking him up to started downstairs to the kitchen. Where the two chaotic boys sat, trying their hardest to make something at the stove. Which was very worrying.

"Good morning losers." You stated with a smile.

The two twisted their heads around at you, and deadpanned.

"Wow you are so original." Miguel said, eye brows knitted together.

Nigel nodded with his brother.

"And to think, we were making your lazy ass breakfast." He made a hmph sound at the end, crossing his arms.

You made a fake shocked face as his use of language, before smiling. Then you sat Will on the table, covering his ears as he giggled a bit at Nigels comeback.

"The profanity! You're lucky mom isn't up or I would snitch on both of your sad asses."

You had a shit eating grin on as the twins gasped audibly.

"You can curse but we can't?!"

They chimed in together and you only laughed at their suffering.

Than Margo walked in, coffee in hand, and a tired scowl stretched across her face. Well shit...

"Shut up. You guys give me a headache." She said holding the bridge of her nose. "Oh, right, you guys are a headache." She simply stated, drinking a sip of her coffee.
All three of you, besides clueless Will, glared at her.

"Well good morning to you princess Margo. Isn't it great being around you, and your absolutely precious comebacks."
The twins laughed, as you uncovered Wills ears, and set him on the ground.

"I hate you all."

She simply stated again, as she sat down for breakfast. You on the other hand smiled at her half assed "hate", than sat down as-well.

After the boys failed attempt to breakfast, the smoke alarm went off, thanks to the boys masterful way of "cooking." Waking up a very angry mom.

Yeah, let's not let the boys make breakfast for us,  ever again.