Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter One A Nightmare to Remember

You didn't have dreams that often.

Or at least, you couldn't remember the majority of them. Most of the dreams followed a certain line of direction. Either involving you flying out of the caves with the bat-squirrels, or reliving a memory of your mom that had been buried into your sub conscious. But on rare occasions you would dream of reliving an event you had read in a fantasy book.

However, tonight was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

You were standing in the middle of a pink void. You looked around, pink as far as you could see. But then you saw a form. You couldn't really tell what it looked like, or even what color it was, but you could make out that it was a humanoid shape, and that it had turned around looking at you with a warm smile. It took a deep breath and then spoke in a polite, somewhat timid matter.

"Hi."

It was a male's voice, you began to reach out for it, but you felt like you were in molasses, you tried to respond, but no word came from your lips. Suddenly, the form that had spoken to you dissolved, and the void became a blackish-purple, your heart raced, and you felt a hand clamp over your mouth and pull you back. Someone whispered in a tone that had no soul or happiness into your ear. You couldn't tell what they were saying, and the void began to consume you, the voice still speaking gibberish in your ear.

And for what could have been a couple of seconds or for an eternity, you couldn't breath and all was silent.

Your eyes shot open, you shot up, gasping for air. It took you a couple of seconds to recall the dream. Oh, and did you recall it. You recalled that dream more that a single guy recalls a pizza and lotion store.

You had woken up quite earlier than you usually would, you could hear most of the bat-squirrels just beginning to return. There was no way you could fall back asleep after that fucking hellish endeavor, so instead you lit your oil lamp and made your way to the cave exit to see the sky in the morning.

As you began to come closer to the cave exit, you swore you could hear other things, something through the sounds of bat-squirrels that you had grown so accustomed to. It sound like...

A voice.

Your heart began to race, at least you thought it was a voice. The majority that you could hear at the moment, was squeals and the occasional gruff sound.

When you were standing right under the cavern exit, you could see the orange tinted sky, and the bat-squirrels swarming into the cave. You closed you eyes and listened carefully for the voices.

"As you can see here, all the tendons and fur are on this one, nothing fucked up about it, so you just know this one's going to be a totally mind-blowing condom."

"NYEEEEEESSS."

"Shut the hell up salamander man!"

Words. Sentences. Dialogue(sort of.) this would be music to your ears if the voices weren't so fucked up. One of the switched from a gravely, gargle, to a high pitch type. You weren't even going to get started on the other one.

But then a realization sunk into you- one of them had either killed or had just kill a bat-squirrel. You clenched your teeth, rage boiled in fathomably in the bit of your stomach. You weren't sure exactly why you were pissed the hell off, but it was probably because this asshat was about to kill one of the only things that had kept you company in the years you live down here.

At the top of your lungs you scream " DON'T YOU DARE HURT THAT CREATURE NYAAAAAAAH DEEP ASS!!!"