+{"My love..~"}+ [Shrignold x Reader FanFic.] (OLD ASF)

{"Nowhere to Run."} 4.

Okay, so this chapter will have themes of kidnapping and brainwashing. Please wait for the next chapter if you think these themes could set you off! I, MossTheCreator, would hate for my work to harm anyone! Please take this warning seriously! - MossTheCreator))

You yelped, feeling like you were losing breath as tree parts began to bring you to your knees. You struggled, and struggled hard. . . Shrignold trying to calm you, "My little moth, this is for the best! You nearly killed yourself lovebug. . .~" he said, in a calm and sadistic tone. You went to yell in protest, but a branch was over your mouth. You muffled out loud screams as the bark and wood made a protective tree trunk around you. It was large and completely hollow, with a tiny door that Shrignold could easily enter. You felt the branches let go, leaving rope in the place where it held your wrists. You tried to hit the wood from the inside, trying to get out. You clawed at the damn walls with desperation, beating on the walls until your knuckles began to bleed. Your vision became clouded as you passed out onto the hard wood floor.

{Dreamtime!}

You looked around, seeing the drunken lamp, who was named Larry from what you've gathered, Sitting next to you. "Wow kiddo, quite the fall... You need to calm down a bit." he slurred, but his point had gotten across to you. You let your dream self calm down, before you began to explain. "Larry, I- I need your help. Shrig, he... He has me in a god damn tree trunk!" you explained rather quickly. Larry seemed to freeze, seeing the issue in this. "Kiddo, you're real body is bleeding!" He said in a worried tone, almost sounding like a father-figure. You hugged him, crying into his.. 'shoulder' as he pat your back for comfort. Suddenly, the dreamscape you were in began to fill with oil. Larry looked back at you, shrugging. "Looks like you're waking up, I'll see ya next dream kiddo!" He smiled widely as the tree trunk FILLED with the dark substance.

{End of dreamtime.}

You stirred awake, seeing a familiar butterfly in your face. "Good morning my darling!" he hummed, his pupils were blood red hearts. You yelped, trying to scoot away, which ended up with you having your back against the wall. The butterfly poofed into a gust of pink smoke, turning a more.. human form. His wings fluttered, as he walked closer. It felt like a predator closing in on its prey, taking his sweet time to corner you to where he wanted. "Now now, don't be like that! I just don't want you to get yourself KILLED lovebug!" he assured, making you calm down a bit. Maybe he was a bit new to the whole, 'protecting you' thing.

He hummed, cuddling up to your side with a purr. He was happy to see you, alive of course. He nuzzled into your neck, humming in a happy tone. You froze, going along with it. You found some kind of comfort in this gesture, he had no actual intent to harm you really, he was just new about love since he waited a bit too long to find his special one. You hugged up to him, falling asleep in his arms. 

"I won't let ANYTHING hurt you, my little moth.~" he hummed.

[end of chapter 4.]