Reverie [The Distortionist x reader]

Chapter 25

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You know, it's unfair, it's unfair

How you distorted my reflection

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"Hello~!" a voice rings out.

An annoyance to you, who has too many things on your mind to handle something else. This ill-timed something is someone whose identity you could guess just from the tone of the greeting.

Christopher's ethereal form leans onto the bedside table, happily swaying. "I do wish that we could spend time physically together, but this is enough, don't you think?"

How will you break the news that you might not be seeing him again? No, it shouldn't matter what he thinks. As Henry reminded you, Chris killed Nancy. Ignoring that fact is an insult to her passing. You decide to just state the facts dryly. "I have something you need to hear, Chris."

"Of course, dear! What is it?" He pushes himself off the bedside table to stand over you as you're under the sheets.

"I might stop seeing you, for good this time."

He doesn't utter a word after your announcement. It seems like all sounds from outside the window ceased, only your heartbeat pulsing in your chest and edging closer to your ears.

"I'm sorry, but-"

"Why?" he mutters. There is a scowl that is particularly eerie on his usually-smiling mouth and his eyes darken as you see his thoughts and emotions go into a pit of negativity.

"I know very well that I'd be unhappy in your world, so to not be influenced into maybe staying-"

He interrupts your reasoning with no further thought. "You'd only be unhappy if you convince yourself to be." With his low tone and sneer, you feel his emotions in your own soul. Disappointment, spite. Though you can sense other people's emotions, this has seldom happened, if it happened at all. It's quite paranormal. You peer down at your fists to not keep seeing him.

"Both Stia and my reflection say so, and I trust them more than you. You've lied time and time again."

"But Stia still lets you see me and I can give you proof that your reflection lied as well. Just ask your reflection about the letter that led you to the funhouse."

"W-What?"

"I talked to that deplorable perception of myself, and I figured out why you received the letter. You'll know if you speak to your reflection. That's all."

Deep within your core, a flare of curiosity made you contract your muscles, made your eyes flit back up to Chris's face. "Really?"

The edge of his mouth goes up just a little, a smirk decorating his pale face, making his image somehow even more threatening than when he was frowning. "Yes, really. Just go to sleep, dear, and ask them. Then come back to talk to me."

"Just... don't mess things up while I'm asleep, okay?"

"Dear, I'm a phantom. I can't do anything even if I wanted to."

You briskly nod. Settling deeper into the shelter of blankets, you try to close your eyes to ignore Chris. Still, you feel his presence looking over your vulnerable figure, casting uneasiness into your unrestful hands and making the process of the back of your eyelids fading into a dream much more torturous. But your curiosity led your efforts to do all in your power to sleep, eventually swaying into the rhythm of slumber, awaking in a crystal-floored expanse.